Home and Broken Hearted

Hiked up to Sydney in the week before Christmas
It was 38 degrees in the shade
I bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty
And I drove it down to Adelaide
She boiled for an hour 20 miles out of Euston
I thought that heat would never end
But I knew I'd be home for Christmas with my Sandy
And a few extra dollars to spend

I'm home and broken-hearted
Well, I've been pasted to the telephone
And Boxing Day break was wasted sitting here on my own
The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
On the radio, it's New Year's Eve
What a low-down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave

Well, I drove it to the buyer just as fast as I could go
I was talking to his teenage son
I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard
At least until he'd had some fun
I caught a taxi home with great anticipation
Thinkin' all you have to do is try
There was a note propped up against the dressing table mirror
"Dear Jimmy, it's over, goodbye!"

I'm home and broken-hearted
Well, I've been pasted to the telephone
And Boxing Day break was wasted sitting here on my own
The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
On the radio, it's New Year's Eve
What a low-down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave
Yeah, don't leave me baby

I went to a party, tried to drink myself happy
The steaks were washed away in the rain
Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance
She'll never be my friend again
And everyone was asking me, "Where's the little woman?"
Rolled home before the rain could stop
And I've been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers
With my heels on the table-top

I'm home and broken-hearted
Well, I've been pasted to the telephone
And Boxing Day break was wasted sitting here on my own
The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
On the radio, it's New Year's Eve
What a low-down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave
Yeah, don't leave me baby