The Mansions - Cold Chisel

I went down to The Mansions

Catch the early morning crowd

I went down to The Mansions

Catch the early morning crowd

They got My Way on the jukebox

And everybody belts it out

There’s a big black van in upper Kellett Street

Men in body armour moving softly on their feet

The whisper is the shotguns are staked out in pursuit

Of a man in a room above a house of ill-repute

I went down to The Mansions

Catch the early morning crowd

I went down to The Mansions

Catch the early morning crowd

They got My Way on the jukebox

And everybody belts it out

The gendarmes lead the escapee, half asleep and wired

Barefoot out the doorway, and not a shot is fired

The drunks are on the street now, schooners in their hand

Ready for the punchline as it rolls around again

I went down to The Mansions

I went down to The Mansions

I went down to The Mansions

I went down to The Mansions

They got My Way on the jukebox

And everybody belts it out