Here on Coogee Beach

Every Tuesday sure enough they’re thereYou’ll find them – well you knowBehind the locked door – behind the swing doorsTheir brown-as-berry faces and crisscrossed backsThe stripes worn for times done and spentDown here down on Coogee BeachIt’s always a laugh, always a giggleThe stories and recounts of their youth, their happy daysThe boys, the men, […]