This story is a ditty about a sheila young and pretty
She finished school but couldn't get a job.
There's not much enjoyment on employment,
It's enough to make a young girl sit and sob.
But she went to Bondi, there met a blond guy.
The zinc cream on his nose was petal pink
And south of the sewer, he tried to screw her.
She said, "I'm not as desperate as you think.'

Because on Bondi
Any girl can get a blond guy.
In the surf he's like a hero,
But on the sand he scores a zero (or even less).

Lurking at Giudo's with coffee on his Speedos
Was a Parramatta grocer with a wink.
He thought he was a stallion as he rattled his medallions,
So she pissed off to the Astra for a drink.
There, up on stage, in a heavy metal rage,
Was an aging rock musician with a limp.
He sang of love in vain and o.ds in the rain,
And all that crap that interests wheezing wimps

Down on Bondi
There's some pretty people passing by.
You can win some and you lose some
You might even get to choose one........
(It's better than just looking).
On Bondi
At all the multi-racial girls and guys
The sewerage is fresh, it's within your reach-
You'll even find it on the beach,
On Bo-o-o-ondi
Bondi Beach

'The Bondi Song' by Alistair Jones and Adam Bowen

(Drewe. R, Kingsmill. J, et al. 1984.)