(Back streets of anywhere)
v.1. Standing on the footpath, bored out of my head.
All my friends are hangin’ out here too.
I see unemployment grinning at the crowd.
Cash in hand a dollar, maybe two.
Filling out your thousand forms keeps up my defence
Though I know I’m every bit as good as you,
‘nd I’m drivin’ round the back street of Nimbin
Lookin’ for something to do.

Chorus 1:
Oh! It’s hard living on the Dole these days.
I’ve found a job next March, but there’s still five months to kill.
‘nd every time elections come they give the unemployed a raise.
That’s a dollar every eighteen months, just so you won’t complain,
‘nd I’m sittin’ here in Nimbin, the majority’s in pain,
I’ve checked my mail three times today, my Dole’s not here again
‘nd I’m lookin’ for something to do.

v.2. Peace and Love and Charity, Brother/Sisterhood,
open faced enjoyment on the streets (struth!).
It’s been gone for some time now, but’s started to return,
Though still a lot of faces spell defeat.
Playin’ pool and drinkin’ beer and wishing for a life
Is no way to make this poverty taste sweet,
‘nd I’m starin’ at the main street of Nimbin
Expecting it to make my life complete.

Chorus 2:
Oh! It’s hard livin’ on the Dole these days,
I should get my act together, but I prob’ly never will.
Every time elections come they give the unemployed a raise –
That’s a dollar every eighteen months just so you won’t complain,
‘nd our Doug’s the sitting member, he can’t even make it rain,
‘nd I’m sittin’ here in Rainbow land, lookin’ for my name,
Gumtree Bruce or Compost Fredd or Jenny Riverview,
I thought I’d found a lovely name, but they said you found it too
While you were drivin’ round the back street of Nimbin,
Lookin’ for something to do.
That’s why I’m drivin’ round the back street of Nimbin,
Lookin’ for something . . . lookin’ for any bloody thing,
Just lookin’ for something to do
(Hey, won’t you come and look at my garden sometime?