Drinkin In Port Lincoln - Cold Chisel

Connie goes down to the Pier Hotel

She’s on the lookout for a quick romance

She talks real slow and she never could spell

But Jesus don’t you watch her dance

Well the Pier’s never been no youth hostel

Those bayside boys are all as crazy as hell

And when she hits that floor like a cannonshell

They only wanna get inside her pants

With his feet spread out and his shoulders shakin'

Some fisherman takes her hand

And they clear the floor and they shout more music

And they dance until she just can’t stand

And he leads her down past the Baytown jetty

To a place he’s found, and he lets her down steady

And the stars hang low like bleached confetti

And they make sweet love in the sand

You know times are tough in old S.A.

They got thousands on the dole

And when the weekend comes they wanna drown their troubles

At the very best waterhole

And it feels much better when they get to thinkin'

Of the nights ahead when they hit Port Lincoln

And the Pier Hotel where theyíll all be drinkin'

To the Baytown rock’n’roll

He’s leaning on the verandah rail

Sipping Queensland rum

She’s strolling 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 message gets through and Connie starts thinkiní

The night ain’t over yet

Oh no the night ain’t over yet