the rain has arrived at last   for which we had waited   the hawkers have packed up their stands   nothing to be traded   the soviets beside the quay   run back to the freighter   the terrace of the Rex Hotel   is closed by the waiters      we need you, oh Lucky Jim   where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim      your mistress has left her home   gone back to the dances   the smoking dens are starting up   for life's own enhancing   nobody goes to the war   since there's none to go to   we just sit around the cafè bars   we sit waiting for you      we need you, oh Lucky Jim   where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim      why did you ever go up north   it is not for you   they'll strip your little weak heart clean   then what will you do   the Australians in the Bunny Bar   are waiting your return   everyone wants a piece of you   a piece of you to burn      we need you, oh Lucky Jim   where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim   we miss you here, oh Lucky Jim