Hey Mr Walker
You know that it's true
I love your daughter
And she says she loves me
We're gonna pack up and flee
To sunny Italy, just her and me
Hey Mr Walker
I hear that you're missing New Zealand
It's a twenty-four hour flight
And two stops overnight
For a bottle of beer
Hey Mr Walker
Isn't life hard sometimes
Two daughters and a wife
But still those troubles in life
Never disappear