Lyrics

Well that old hills hoist has seen a thing or two,
Cast iron with a garden view,
And those rascals kids swinging off the poles,
But I imagine even it was hit for six,
The day it heard the emergency blitz,
And the whole town came running out in droves.

You know how it goes, wrong place, wrong time,
Now there was nan dangling by her own clothes line,
Cried out to my brother "come and help me down!"
But my brother, he had a broken leg,
And when he saw that her hand was quite firmly wedged,
He immediately sent a distress call out to town.

First off, the firies came,
And when they couldn't shift it the ambos began,
And pretty soon the coppers were working on it too.
The whole darn force in that small backyard,
The greatest ruckus that town had ever had,
But they didn't expect to be bested by a hills hoist, struth!

Now the saga eventually came to a close,
With a small device, not normally for clothes,
As the jaws of life prised apart those bars.
Nan was free, without a single bruise,
Probably headlining the local news,
And that old hills hoist still without a single scar.

Well that old hills hoist has seen a thing or two,
Cast iron with a garden view,
And those rascals kids swinging off the poles,
But I imagine even it was hit for six,
The day it heard the emergency blitz,
And the whole town came running out in droves.