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We picked ourselves out of the gutter
without much sound; just a mutter
and a sigh, as to Geelong we said goodbye.
‘Where do we go now,
where do we go from here’,
Bonzo said sweetly, like a child o’ time.
I said Melbourne was just north
and from this time henceforth
we would call it Gillian Taylforth.
‘Onwards to Gillian Taylforth then
the time is already half past ten,’
cried Angry with zest n’ zen.
A pied piper from the gates of dawn
led us north to Hamlyn Heights
before a nice chap called Cornholio
showed us the way to Corio.
Lara gave us a lift to Avalon
where we joined the M1
Cocoroc was a tasty treat
listening to music while you eat.
A green fellow called Kermit
helped us across Hoppers Crossing
before we got an easy ride with Dennis
and his buddies Peter and Jack
all the way to Gillian Taylforth.
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