Lyrics Drinkin' In Port Lincoln - Cold Chisel

Well Connie goes down to the Pier Hotel
She's on the lookout for a quick romance
And she talks real slow and she never could spell
But Jesus can't you watch her dance
Well the Pier's never been no youth hostel
The bayside boys they're as crazy as hell
And when she hits that floor like a cannon shell

They only wanna get inside her pants
Only wanna get inside her pants
Only wanna get inside her pants
Only wanna get inside her pants

With his hips a movin' and his shoulders shakin'
Some fisherman takes her hand
And then they clear the floor and they shout more music
And they dance 'til they just can't stand
Then he takes her down past the Baytown jetty
A place he's found, he lets her down steady
The stars hang low like bleached confetti

And then they make sweet love in the sand
And then they make sweet love in the sand
And then they make sweet love in the sand
And then they make sweet love in the sand
Come on, work out

You know times are tough in old S.A.
They got thousands on the dole
And when the weekend comes they only wanna drown their troubles
At their very best waterhole
And then they get along when they get to thinkin'
About the nights ahead when they hit Port Lincoln
The Pier Hotel where they'll all be drinkin'

To the Baytown rock'n'roll
To the Baytown rock'n'roll
To the Baytown rock'n'roll
To the Baytown rock'n'roll
Take it down

Well he's leaning on the verandah rail
Sipping Queensland rum
And they're headin' back to the Pier Hotel
Her legs are kind of numb
Their eyes lock on for a second too long
And though they've never met
The place starts ragin' and Connie starts thinkin'

Well the night ain't over yet, ooh yeah
On no the night ain't over yet
Oh no the night ain't over, the night ain't over, the night ain't over yet
Oh no the night ain't over, the night ain't over, the night ain't over yet, yeah

The Baytown rock'n'roll
Baytown rock'n'roll
Baytown rock'n'roll
Baytown rock'n'roll

Then they get along when they get to thinkin'
'Bout the nights ahead when they hit Port Lincoln
The Pier Hotel where they'll all be drinkin'

To the Baytown rock'n'roll
To the Baytown rock'n'roll
To the Baytown rock'n'roll
To the Baytown rock'n'roll
Come on rock'n'roll

How's that?