Melbourne Bitter Girl (solo live Old Fitz, 2015)

The Old Fitzroy Hotel, Woolloomooloo, Sydney. 2015.

“Melbourne Bitter Girl”

The Hawks had won the AFL,
and she couldn’t give a shit
She bought a pint of Melbourne Bitter,
and paid a small fortune for it
In the morning it was sub-zero,
she had to dress like a polar bear
but by arvo it was 35 and she was
down to her underwear

So I call her Melbourne Bitter
‘cause she’s my bitter Melbourne girl.
Yeah I call her Melbourne Bitter
‘cause she’s my bitter Melbourne girl.

She went strolling down St Kilda Beach,
when a sandstorm came her way,
She slipped on sandy broken glass,
Saying, The Palais’ not what it used to be
(in that Paul Kelly kind of way)
And Luna Park’s over-rated, without the River Caves
The Espy’s closed for renovations,
and the Grace Darling Hotel’s changed.

So I call her Melbourne Bitter
‘cause she’s my bitter Melbourne girl.
Yeah I call her Melbourne Bitter
‘cause she’s my bitter Melbourne girl.

Why are they drinking pots, she said
it’s like inhaling a breath
and the other thing that shits her,
are all the women in hand-knits.
The girls she went to school with
still hang out two decades on,
She says it’s that small town mentality,
you never leave your comfort zone.

So I call her Melbourne Bitter
‘cause she’s my bitter Melbourne girl.
Yeah I call her Melbourne Bitter
‘cause she’s my bitter Melbourne girl.

(But she lives in Sydney now anyway.)


Benito Di Fonzo, 2015.