Sangtekst: Connells (The). Still Life. Glade.

Any day you're gonna throw it all away
You got it to just throw away
I hear you whine
How it's coming in from all sides
you got it coming right in on you
this is what we should do

Let's go to Boy Island
Book a passage for a few days in the sun
Just wait and watch for the girls to come

No, came up with it too long ago
you see it happened so long ago
How could you know

Go start your own Hanson
Woodshed Offspring for days on end
Aha - just like Murray Wilson's sons