| This town got off on the wrong foot
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| Where black man meets the white
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| Where the black crow meets the seagull
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| Two wrongs don’t make it right
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| Get away from it all on your leathery legs
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| Go fishin' on the pier
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| In Westown
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| There’s nothing to do in Westown
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| Sink a middy down the pub
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| Take a woman home to your caravan
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| But carry a mulga club.
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| And watch where you walk in your wobbly boots
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| Or the night will rob you blind
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| In Westown
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| Oh, see the dance of the egret pelican Ponder
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| Take a walk on wrinkled sand and wonder
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| Hard to imagine floods and summer thunder
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| In Westown
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| And there’s nowhere to go in Westown
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| Take a drive in a blistered car
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| But you won’t get away from yesterday
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| They’ll wanna know who you are
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| Oh, the shimmering heat will burn your mind
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| It’s wild and rusty red
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| In Westown |