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My parents-in-law (and my wife) were born and bred in the South Australian district of Wallaroo. All the people and circumstances in this song are, to the embarrassment of my mother-in-law, very true. Comin’ back to haunt ya. Ha!
Player Credits:
Glenn Wilson – Drums
Ian Lees – Bass Guitar
Duncan Toombs - Acoustic Guitar
Stuart French – Electric and Acoustic Guitars
Mick Albeck - Fiddle
Stuart French – Backing Vocals
written by Anthony Classen
Yvonne and Geoff, Chitty and Sam
Are back to raise some hell
In the Zephyr Mark Two with the blue top
That John called Annabelle
It’s Sunday night, they’re on the beach
The weekly meeting spot
The beers were flowing
While John and Ann were getting hot
Down at Wallaroo
Yea Wallaroo
Dancing down on the beach
At Wallaroo
With a case of tallies on the tray back
Where the boys would sit all night
Jim would get drunk and start mouthing off
There’s sure to be a fight
The girls would head off
To the Island café
Newspaper wrapped fish and chips
And John said if Annabelles rocking
We’ll be rocking all night