I’m so happy on Karangahape Rd Finger snappy on Karangahape Rd At the top of the ridge you get more air You’re away from the city suits down there It’s good to say goodbye to the corporate load And be happy on Karanagahape Road It’s so bouncy on Karanagahape Rd Kind of flouncy on Karangahape Rd There are op-shops and 2 dollar stores There are lava-lavas by the score You can even buy a sari a la mode And be happy on Karangahape Rd K Rd, it’s an OK Rd K Rd , kind of a stray road K Rd, it’s a cafe road But you don’t have to dress up smart eh To get your caffe latte (2. Even if you’re not dressed fino You can still get your cappucino) You;ll be smiling on Karangahape Rd It’s so beguiling on Karangahape Rd Yeah it’s true it’s got a bit of vice But a bit of vice adds a bit of spice You can get away from a strictly moral code And be happy on Karangahape Rd (2. Yeah it’s true it’s got a bit of sleaze But a bit of sleaze adds a bit of tease) Coda: And be happy, finger snappy It’s got dairies and a cemetery Forget the quiet life, get into that night-life And you’ll be happy On Karangahape Road

Grew up on a dairy-farm Down in Aotearoa By the Auckland-Taupo Rd Litchfield then go lowe Four miles out from Tokoroa Chorus: from Tokoroa I’m a country girl Move little slower Through the busy world You can make me over But you can’t take out the clover From the girl No I’m not from Budapest Paris or Samoa Take away my tinsel dress And my feather boa I just come from Tokoroa I’m from Tokoroa … Yes, I’ve been to Avignon Napoli and Roma They can keep their zabaglione Give me some pavlova I just come from Tokoroa I'm from Tokoroa ...

Turn the heater on to dress Kneeling down beside it It’s pre-gig paralysis I just have to fight it Grab the old performing clothes Skies outside are darkenin’ Earrings from a window-sill By a Grey Lynn garden Sometimes it seems everything is slippin’ away And that I can’t win, no I just can’t win And they say “you should be a star in Las Vegas” But tonight I’m sleepin’ in Grey Lynn Do a hurried make-up job In the Hillman Hunter Stroll around the restaurant Embarrass all the punters Watch the meat and pasta pass Kiwis a la carting With Italian songs rehearsed In a Grey Lynn garden For a hundred lousy bucks Gee it was a bummer Cold and tired and homeward bound In the Hillman Hunter Drifting off then up I jump Cursing in my cardigan I forgot it’s rubbish night For the Grey Lynn gardens Sometimes all my life just seems Stumbled through in blindness Sill I’d like to thank my friends For their lovin’ kindness Hardest is to love youself And yourself to pardon When the greyest dawn comes up In a Grey Lynn garden

1. Uncle Stan knows of a good spot Let’s all go together in the car Back of beyond out in the wop-wops it’s a beaut and isn’t very far We’ll convoy round a mountainside That’s full of dips and swerves So turn the wheel hard over There’s no railing on the curves This rocky road has got no tar And we may have to push the car But turning round this corner, ah! Look at the shimmery, shiny, sparkly sea That’s waiting in its bowl for me Chorus We’ll have cheddar cheese and lettuce leaves And Auntie Dorrie’s egg and bacon pie And Auntie Betty butters bread And Uncle Ken hands out the ham And ripe tomatoes squirt you in your eye And Mum has brought the thermos full of tea I close my eyes and dream I’d like to be The sand which is in sandwiches While sand witches ride brooms above the sea Doing the family picnic samba Doing the family picnic samba The picnic samba 2. Uncle Stan knows of a good spot Let’s all go together in the car Back of beyond out in the wop-wops it’s a beaut and isn’t very far We’ll get there about noon-time Have a swim before we eat A nice pohutukawa tree Will shield us from the heat I walk inside the ocean’s spell On sand that looks like caramel Then running back to show my shell Look at my funny friendly family That’s waiting on the rug for me Interlude: Some of the people in this song Some of the people now are gone But in the sweet bye and bye We’ll all be together In that great picnic in the sky 3. Uncle Stan knows of a good spot Let’s all go together in the car Back of beyond out in the wop-wops it’s a beaut and isn’t very far We’ll drive our old jalopy Through a velvet starry sky And form a constellation Known as stellis jalopi We’ll cruise along the Milky Way And toot at angels as they wave It's like an endless Xmas Holiday Look at the gala golden galaxies That dance the samba just for me Variations lines 8 & 9 of chorus: #2. A tiny sea anemone Very scared to see an enemy #3. The wink inside the twinkle Of a little star that twinkles just for me

Come with me to a special place Where the ponga displays her grace Walking in a green world Where the totara tree stands tall Walking in a green world Mighty kauri, king of all Walking in a green world Chorus And the green world sings Of a thousand things In your heart it rings Walking in a green world Through the pillars of bright nikau Walking in a green world Rewarewa and rata flower Walking in a green world Hear the call of the kereru Walking in a green world And a tui voice clear and true Walking in a green world Water rushing beneath the ferns Walking in a green world As the fantails dip and turn Walking in a green world All is layered and interlaced Walking in a green world In this magic primeval space Walking in a green world

v.1 Off and running wild and free Naked as a kid can be Down the paddock up the hill Cars might see us, what a thrill CHORUS You kids look guilty What have you been up to? Nothing mum Nothing much We’ve just been helping Dad milk the cows v.2 Hiding in the pampas grass Sunburnt bodies bare of ass Playing doctors curiously Why aren’t you the same as me? v.3 Gone our olden childhood days Separately we go our ways Make mistakes that leave us numb Come back home and visit Mum

School Song 1.I was so shy when I started primary school Riding to Tokoroa in the old school bus Twelve years old when we moved to Otahuhu Poor little redhead in amongst a lot of fuss Starched white collars, black gym frocks Suspender belts and underwear The prefects checked our hats and socks And the fifth form widgies teased their hair Nymphs and shepherds come away Let’s all pull together The girls all sang the chorus On Jolly Rugger Weather Oh hear us when we cry to Thee For those in peril on the sea 2.Our French teacher was a bit peculiar Nattily dressed with gestures quite extravagant Us fourth form girls trapped him in the curtains once Called him a pansy not quite sure of what it meant Margaret Findlay and our gang ‘Helped’ him to leave eventually The same thing happened to Mr.B Trying to teach Industrial E Trying to teach 3 Industrial E 3.Each house had its own haka Platoons marching eyes to the right for “Duckie” Drake We stood in lines as he droned for hours and hours And under the boiling sun all round us kids would faint “Holy” Moses, “Twiggy” Branch, Mr. Primrose has petal skin Miss Mountain was rather large And Jock Leaming kept us in And of course Jock Leaming kept us in “Name on the board!!” 4.I stood on a desk and did Louis Armstrong Showing off when Mr Pryce was out of the room And when jive came in I taught the girl prefects how to do it And Rock Around the Clock was our favourite dancing tune Waka Nathan, Barry Thomas, Mac Herewini Made the All Blacks Otahuhu’s most famous pupils Along with David Lange and me Along with Max Cryer, Dave Lange and me

1. Solid as a kauri stump Tama has a face like the sun Wears his jandals right on stage He’s a cheeky son of a gun Takes a break and disappears When the club is waiting and packed George the owner tears his hair Has to wait till Tama gets back But when Tama plays It doesn’t matter what he’s done When Tama plays he’s got the ears of everyone When Tama plays “Cause everyone is having fun When Tama plays 2. Goes through women like he plays Makes the other musos look sick Little spunkies hang around Wait for him to finish and pick Three Thai sticks in the afternoon A bottle of Tequila with Ben Drives at ninety to the gig You should see the state that he’s in 3. One day at the freezing works Cut his hand right into the bone Stitched and bandaged he still played Using just one finger alone Always blowing up his amps Comes around to borrow your gear ‘Hey, can I have it for a week?” You know he may keep it a year 4. Basking in the Auckland sun Never worry, stoned every day Has a good one with his mates Doesn’t need to travel away When they analyse his style Try to make him into a star “What a load of bullshit Hey, I just fuckin’ play my guitar!”

Verse 1 In Katie the ambulance We rode the Port Hills And packed the Harbourlight Theatre Our Lyttelton thrill And the next night was Timaru Where they danced more and more And Neill played a tricky cowbell Hersh got excited and fell Off the stage still playing As he hit the floor CHORUS They loved us in Lyttelton And Timaru was fab We dazzled Duned - In -vercargill went mad C-razy in Christchurch And gorgeous in Gore The Jews Brothers Band On their South Island Tour Verse 2 He was treated with comfrey By Harmen our “vet” And they carried him out ‘Cause he couldn’t walk yet ‘Twas the day of Yom Kippur Down the Dunedin road But old Katie sucked a kumara on the hill We had to use the cell-phone to call For a taxi while the ambulance got towed Verse 3 They loaned us a Mitzi To get us to Gore And Neill had no sleep On the night Harmen snored Said Nigel “It’s a miracle!” When Hersh first stood up For an audience including Tim Shadbolt And a good time was had By the Southlanders getting half cut Verse 4 We slept in an orphanage in Motueka And in a nice log-house in Onekaka And we hit all the op-shops Around Golden Bay And Neill scored an old Acetone organ Which we loaded on board In amongst all the instruments and Nigel’s PA CODA TO FINAL CHORUS And in Onekaka they swayed on the floor We blew 'em away in Blenheim They shouted encore And in Alexandra we caused an uproar We crossed on the ferry to Wellington's shores And played in Bar Bodega and the synagogue before We played for the rich and we played for the poor And we never charged more than ten bucks at the door And they wanted us in Wanaka But we couldn't do no more 'Twas the only night off For the Jews Brothers Band On their South Island Tour

Before I knew the world, before the world knew me I used to climb up high upon my daddy’s knee We’d play the game again and I’d laugh with glee Before I knew the world The nurse who came from Plunket weighed us carefully There was red rhubarb and junket as dessert for tea I thought it would continue for eternity Before I knew the world, Before the world knew me And the bright sun lit me up Just like a giant buttercup ( last time): wake me up And now I know the world, now the world knows me I’ve sung a lot of songs, written more than three And when nobody listens then I sing for me Before I knew the world Before the world knew me Verse after instrumental solo: The grass that brushed my shoulder was a shining sea There were fluffy yellow pompoms on each wattle tree I thought it would continue for eternity Before I knew the world Before the world knew me

At the beach, at the beach etc And Auntie Birdie Uncle Bob and Valerie and Tony Heather too And Auntie Dorrie Uncle Ken and Pamela Bay and Claire were there At the beach And naturally there was Mum and Dad and Bruce and me and Beverley At the beach by the sea In our tents en famille With a stretcher for you and a lilo for me And a primus to cook with and fresh fish for tea Oo-oo-ooh what a lovely time we had Oh the sparkling of the water And the burning of the sand And the glistening of the seashells As I held them in my hand And the tall pohutukawas Were full of crimson flowers And happiness was easy to reach With the family at the beach ( Spoken: “Now what did we use to do there?_… I remember”) Now Uncle Stan would often go out fishing Sometimes one or two of us went with him At the beach On rainy days we played a game of cards Or played the ukelele Or some of us would go exploring Clambering and climbing round the rocks To the next beach Examining the little pools for sea anemones And other tiny sea life At the beach on the sand Arm in arm hand in hand And the redheads got burnt and the others got tanned And the pleasure was endless and nothing was planned Oo-oo-ooh what a lovely time we had Oh the sparkling of the water And the burning of the sand And the glistening of the seashells As I held them in my hand And the tall pohutukawas Were full of crimson flowers And happiness was easy to reach With the family at the beach (Spoken : “And one particular Xmas holiday we went camping on the East Coast at a place called Te Kaha”) And no-one else at all was camping there that year And so we had it to ourselves Just like a private beach Though sometimes Maori locals came a galloping their horses down the beach And stopped to say hello And once a week we went to see a movie at the local hall which had an old projector At the beach And laughed because the sound was so distorted But it didn’t really seem to matter And my sister and me Sang in close harmony And were judged second best At the local talent quest And we all had a ball In the Te Kaha hall Oo-oo-ooh what a lovely time we had Oh the sparkling of the water And the burning of the sand And the glistening of the seashells As I held them in my hand And the tall pohutukawas Were full of crimson flowers And happiness was easy to reach With the family at the beach (Coda,Spoken: “There was Uncle Stan and Auntie Betty, Colin, Barry, Auntie May and Uncle Roy and Auntie Birdie Uncle Bob and Valerie and Tony Heather too and Auntie Dorrie Uncle Ken and Pamela Bay and Claire were there and naturally there was Mum and Dad and Bruce and me and Beverley…”)