the rain has arrived at last

for which we had waited

the hawkers have packed up their stands

nothing to be traded

the soviets beside the quay

run back to the freighter

the terrace of the Rex Hotel

is closed by the waiters



we need you, oh Lucky Jim

where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim



your mistress has left her home

gone back to the dances

the smoking dens are starting up

for life's own enhancing

nobody goes to the war

since there's none to go to

we just sit around the cafè bars

we sit waiting for you



we need you, oh Lucky Jim

where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim



why did you ever go up north

it is not for you

they'll strip your little weak heart clean

then what will you do

the Australians in the Bunny Bar

are waiting your return

everyone wants a piece of you

a piece of you to burn



we need you, oh Lucky Jim

where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim

we miss you here, oh Lucky Jim