A Suburban Railway Line (Nobody Wants)

Well, potholes and gravel, dust in the air

Country driving's a gamble, but we don't care

And the city folk promise us progress and change

A railway line for them, now, isn't that strange?

Our country roads might be bad

But at least we'll have

A suburban railway line nobody wants

Shiny new tracks to Cheltenham

Empty carriages, who gives a damn

A suburban railway line nobody wants

Farmers and locals scratch their heads

"Who'll ride those Box Hill trains?" they said

Politicians smile and cut the red tape

While our country roads continue to break

Our country roads might be bad

But at least we'll have

A suburban railway line nobody wants

Shiny new tracks to Cheltenham

Empty carriages, who gives a damn

A suburban railway line nobody wants

Oh, the irony of progress

Neglecting what we need the most

But hey, we'll have those gleaming city trains

Even if they run like ghosts

Our country roads might be bad

But at least we'll have

A suburban railway line nobody wants

Shiny new tracks to Cheltenham

Empty carriages, who gives a damn

A suburban railway line nobody wants

Our country roads might be bad

But at least we'll have

A suburban railway line

Nobody wants