[ Featuring The Intelligence ]
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
