By CarpetWeaver
Parody of "A Bushman can't survive on City Life" by John Williamson

A city girl is happy with her friends and family life
Appreciates a wine with him at night
She tries to find the sparkle, she searches but it’s gone
With lots of love she hopes he’ll be alright
Her elf has gone all quiet he’s not at ease
He doesn’t feel at home he’s hard to please
He gets itchy feet he’s tired of noises in the street
He needs to walk for hours through the trees
CHORUS
No an elf can’t survive on city lights
Opera rock and roll and height of heights
His moon shines on the golden mallorn tree
Shimmers down the inland river, free
Out there where the elves dance in the nights
He’s working with his hands today on a building site
He can smell the forest on the floor
It takes him to a sandy ridge out amongst the pines
No bustle no noises anymore
His faithful horse is tired and fast asleep
Sick of standin’ ‘round the stony keep
His master doesn’t whistle tunes he’s not in the mood
His love for open spaces runs too deep
CHORUS
He tries to please his woman the lady of his life
He’s standing at a party with a plate
She finds him on the balcony staring at the moon
An old familiar face he can relate
CHORUS
His moon shines on the golden mallorn tree
Shimmers down the inand river, free
Out there where the elves dance in the nights.

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