1955

You know when you're doing a song about a small town

You gotta start it with a cliche, you know what I'm sayin'

Time moves a little slower here

The paint peels 'cause the summers here are so severe

And we're nowhere near no where you would know of

Locals here pride, they show up just to show off

Four men take a load off, just to watch the day go by

Philosophising with their friends like they're Plato

They prophecise on the bench by the main road, right

They got price, I'm okay, if you say so, guys

But what do they know, Fox News got 'em lit

They're shockers, fundamentalists, the new communists

A girl with the shopping list, clutch her handbag close

I'm like "damn man" then it's all bankhands jokes

'Cause I'm a gentlemen, but then again most of us are

First name basis in the bank, the post-office, the bar

The grocery, parks, hey lady I ain't tryna grab your pension

The old men on the bench

"Direct from the transistor radio in your lounge room

It's the entertainment that the whole family can enjoy

Well I say looking slick will do the trick so try barry's brylcreem cream today"

Well lets go, lets go

We're living in the days when everybody sayin'

"What a time to be alive"

But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space

'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time

It's like we ride through life

Right in the shadow of the cold war

It gets so quiet at night

Like martial law took a hold of '55

Time moves a little slower here

A day feels like a week, a weekend feels like it could go a year

And we're nowhere near nothing, man so true

I don't tell 'em where I'm from, I tell 'em where I'm close to

And I can go through an Atlas and show you on a map and

You'd still look me sideways and treat me like I'm backwards

But that's just fine, it so happens I'm

Happy living in a city that is trapped in time

While you're lined up in traffic I'm

Not panicked by transit, I'm back in time

For a tv dinner and an early night

'Cause we get dressed to travel, got an early flight

Been doing laps of the earth, we're doin' laps of the sun

Tryna put where I'm at on the map 'cause where I'm from

Would never get a mention, but all that and then some

Once again the old men on the bench

Right across the country they came in waves

Thousands upon thousands of flying discs descending from the planet Mars

For the closest shave try a Wilson's razor today

Well lets go, lets go

We're living in the days when everybody sayin'

"What a time to be alive"

But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space

'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time

It's like we ride through life

Right in the shadow of the cold war

It gets so quiet at night

Like martial law took a hold of '55

Where I go, where I go

This will always be home, no matter

Where I go, where I go

This will always be home, no matter

Where I go, where I go

This will always be home, no matter

Where I go, where I go

This will always be home

If you can't beat the summer heat then what you need is a Wordell's

Wordell refrigerators, the cooler choice

The dieting revolution taking the world by storm

Well Montaigne lets go

We're living in the days when everybody sayin'

"What a time to be alive"

But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space

'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time

It's like we ride through life

Right in the shadow of the cold war

It gets so quiet at night

Like martial law took a hold of '55