Eight Clicks

Tinned roof, wood deck, beach store café I pick my table as Nicole stumbles in, and I Gaze at her across my omelet & smoothie She's all brass and braless, she's fixed and high as Flings her arms and shouts, to anyone in earshot, whoever Said New Zealand is cold was, telling lies Stones' tongue t-shirt, clutching his daily papers and chilled beers Perspiring, off to the shade, locals Laughing, over late morning breakfast Smile a, g'day greeting, as I catch their eye Hopeful locals here in their promised land, whoever Said New Zealand is cold was, telling lies Eight clicks off of highway two on the, road to Whakatane It's growing like a snowflake out of chaos Pulling over for the gold rush, they're pulling over for the next big thing The siren in the sunshine calls them in Ray Bans and sun tans, apps loaded for the main man, out of town Rich girls sip their bottled Corona, while Seagulls chase chips, as the girls chase their dreams Stake your place before the price climbs, like the sun Tanya in the real estate shack is calling her price, whoever Said New Zealand is cold was telling lies Eight clicks off of highway two on the, road to Whakatane It's growing like a snowflake out of chaos Pulling over for the gold rush, they're pulling over for the next big thing The siren in the sunshine calls them in Tub-thumpin' beat-box as the burned-out combi, pulls up on the Tarmac road that melts in the sun, bros in Hard hats, jandals and sunnies Pit stop along the ride to the work site up the way Nicole gives them the eye and now she's flirting with the boys, whoever Said New Zealand is cold was, telling lies Cop car cruising, looking for trouble, nothing to See here just Nicole and the locals, the Post cart, gas truck, this is the rush hour Welcome to the wild east, the Bay of Plenty...Nicole shouts Life's a laugh, ain't it as? Cheer me up, why don't ya? Whoever Said New Zealand is cold was, telling lies Eight clicks off of highway two on the, road to Whakatane It's growing like a snowflake out of chaos Pulling over for the gold rush, they're pulling over for the next...big...thing The siren in the sunshine calls them in