Waverley

Waverly, sweet Waverly

Boys with their knives at the bus stop

Women and kids visitin' the clothes shop

Or sittin' on a bench, not doin' a lot

Here in Waverly

Stomachs left on the top of the slide

Forget your fears and swing for your life

The seesaw may be low, but your spirits are high

Here in Waverly

Did I tell you that you were beautiful?

The parkland and the lake is so beautiful

Boy drops his fork over dinner

Picking it up, he pokes his finger

Blood spills on the clean kitchen floor

Here in Waverly

Everyone's invited to the picnic

You get the breast and I get the drumstick

Try to forget the death of your eldest son

Here in Waverly

Here in Waverly