From Chicago to Boston
To Toronto to Mexico to Prague
There have been ships that I've crossed in
From the majestic mountains of Canada
To the thick London . . . Fog
Belize and LA.
San Fran and Singapore
I guess I'm popular
I'm such a fagabond
A regular, globe-trotting cabaret whore . . .
And
Of all those wond'rous places
That I have come to see – b
Who'd a thought my world-wide tour
Would crap me out . . .
Here in . . .
Glebe?
On the shores of ol' Black wattle
Everybody drains a bottle
Ain't it fun to get pissed here in . . . Glebe?
You can walk into the city
Through parts pretty and parts shitty
Where from? Right here in . . . Glebe!
I could climb the Eiffel tour
Go to Berlin where the kraut is sour
But there's no place that I'd rather be - b
Than here with you
Here in . . . Glebe!
Glebe . . . An area of land belonging to the church doled out to the peasants for farming, houses, shops, factories . . . And evidently lots of drinking! You people are fish down here! And I love it!
There's a market on the weekend
Tons of houses past their peek and
It happens all here in . . . Glebe.
There are tracks for dogs and horses
And drunk students flunking courses
Yes! All right here in . . . Glebe!
Sure, I could get a tan in Rio
Go to the Nile to visit Cleo
But there's no better place in Oz, I guarantee – b
Then being here with you . . .
Here in . . . Glebe!
I could . . .
Go to Kentucky to drink a julep
Head off to Holland to pick a tulip
But I'm likin' it here at the old AB – b
Just wasting an hour with you
Sculling a beer or two
Getting all queer with you
Here in Gle-e-e-eb!
Just singing this song for you
Humping a leg or two
Getting faced-on-my-ass here with you
Here in glebe!
Sure I could
Visit the wall in china
Explore Madonna's . . . Ancient vagina
But there's no place that I'd rather be – b
Than here with you . . .
Here . . .
In . . .
Everyone . . . And in harmony!
Glebe!
Music by Dennis T. Giacino
Music & lyrics by Dennis T. Giacino & Fiely A. Matias
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