Lyrics

On this street at 6 AM See the early bird catch the early worm Boat wood chair and coffee is warm And day light's chasing after shadows On this street he never waves not once But his lawns are green and his hedges done And if he falls off his mower and raises an arm I'll pretend I didn't see him and just keep going On this street where the T-Junction is He's no longer mad she's no longer here Kids in the buggy don't come down to swim At 175, how we miss them On this street at 175 We pulled out all the trees so the stars could shine And if you drive late at night And the curtains aren't down You can see what we're doing at 175 On this street there's a house on the bend And junk yard cars grow in garden beds Well the wind picked up and the fire spread And insurance insured he'd start up again On this street at 175 We pulled out all the trees so the stars could shine And if you drive late at night And the curtains aren't down You can see what we're doing at 175 On this street on the 1st of July If you don't like crackers you won't survive The pig dogs are howling and the wheelie bins are out And the hoon in the Holden puts the pedal down On this street at 175 We bought it off a couple didn't realise They have the same birthday as ours See what I mean stars align On this street at 175 Wet footy boots are hanging on the line And the curtains are made from floral cotton sheets At 175 on this street Stella will bite if you look her in the eyes And so will the kids at 175