Corner milk bar, loose change in hand
Flying Shark flashing like a promised land
Mixed-lollies in a paper bag
Cyclone gum that always seemed to drag
We were barefoot prophets with nowhere to be
Dreaming in colour on a CRT
Milk bar miracles, Melbourne nights
Every flavour, every light
Joystick battles and sugar highs
Under neon-blue suburban skies
Coca-Cola yo-yo in my hand
Walking the dog like it was planned
Around the world, rock the baby too
Showing off tricks right in front of you
Milk bar miracles, Melbourne nights
Every flavour, every light
Joystick battles and sugar highs
Under neon-blue suburban skies
Milk bar miracles — I still feel them here
Echoing softly through every year
