Well its 5am and Im driving through to Alice once again And the sun is coming up on my right Ten long years of working 70 hour weeks, And Ive been working for the bank all my life All this talk about foreign policy, But the slightest rise in interest rates are fucking killing me And on one fine day, when all the bills are paid On one fine day, we can afford a holiday And on one fine day, my boy is pulling at my sleeve saying Dad, wont you kick the ball to me - and I'll smile Ive heard others say we carry this country, But this rig owes me more than I can pay And what gets me through an endless working week Is all the lines, and the thought that some day All this talk about foreign policy, Im just a working man, it means fuck all to me And on one fine day, when all the bills are paid On one fine day, we can afford a holiday And on one fine day, my boy is pulling at my sleeve saying Dad, wont you kick the ball to me - and I'll smile