Hiked up to Sydney in the week before Christmas   It was thirty-eight degrees in the shade   Bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty   And drove it down to Adelaide   She boiled for an hour twenty miles out of Euston   I thought the heat would never end   But I knew I'd be home for Christmas with my Sandy   And a few extra dollars to spend      I drove it to the buyer just as fast as I could go   I was talking to his teenage son   I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard   At least until he'd had some fun   I caught a taxi homeward with great anticipation   Thinkin' all you have to do is try   There was a note propped up against the dressing table mirror   "Dear Jimmy, it's over, goodbye!"   Home and broken hearted   I've been pasted to the telephone   Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own   The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon   And on the radio it's New Year's Eve   What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave      Went to a party, tried to drink myself happy   The steaks were washed away in the rain   Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance   She'll never be my friend again   And everyone was asking me where's the little woman   Rolled home before the rain could stop   I've been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers   With my heels on the table-top