Lyrics:

Macainsh

I rent a flat in Highett, I eat at Hungry Jacks
I was born in the Fifties, on the wrong side of the tracks
I was married but she left me for a plumber from Prahran
Now I see my kids on weekends, I'm a halfway happy man

But when I get my hands on a Kooyong Dollar
I'm gonna be a hard act to follow
I'm gonna rip of this dirty blue collar
When I get my hands on a Kooyong dollar, Kooyong dollar, Kooyong dollar

Well, I'm from the south of South Road, the great artistic void
But I know a great Brett Whitely, Drysdale or Boyd
I love a classic landscape, I know a good red wine
And lately I've been thinkin that the good life should be mine

But when I get my hands on a Kooyong Dollar
I'm gonna be a hard act to follow
That cheap champagne will be real hard to swallow
When I get my hands on a Kooyong dollar, Kooyong dollar, Kooyong dollar

(Ooh, that blue ribbon luck) just grows and grows
(Like honey old money) flows and flows and it flows and flows

But when I get my hands on a Kooyong Dollar
I'm gonna be a hard act to follow
I'm gonna rip of this dirty blue collar
When I get my hands on a Kooyong dollar

I've tried so hard to shake it and lose that convict streak
I'm an A grade mechanic, I get 450 clear a week
Now my Ford dropped a tail shaft on Scotch College Hill
But I know it won't be too long till I get my fingers in the till

(Ooh, that blue ribbon luck) just grows and grows
(Like honey old money) flows and flows and it flows and flows

When I get my hands on a Kooyong Dollar
I'm gonna be a hard act to follow
That cheap champagne will be real hard to swallow
When I get my hands on a ..

When I get my hands on a Kooyong Dollar
I'm gonna be a hard act to follow
That cheap champagne will be real hard to swallow
When I get my hands on a Kooyong dollar, Kooyong dollar, Kooyong dollar