Bring back my connie to me
Once in this land on a tram rode a man, a man I was happy
to see
Walking the isles with a smile on his dial , always bought my ticket to
me
Then one fine day master Jeff had a plan, to replace him with buttons and
steal
In all of this time they've not come to me once, sorry Jeff but your connies
aren't real
Bring back, bring back, bring back my connie to me, to
me
Bring back, bring back, bring back my connie to me
My connie would never stand still on a tram, as he walked
he would shuffle and sway
Riding each curve like a surfer at sea, always gave me the time of the day
They're bringing back connies all over the world, like Frisco and Amsterdam
Jeffery please won't you bring our connies back to us, we need one on every
tram, so
Bring back, bring back, bring back my connie to me, to
me
Bring back, bring back, bring back my connie to me
Now mothers can't get their prams up on the tram, and seniors
get stuck in the doors
Graffiti is written all over the seats, and drunks are passed out on the
floor
The machines won't answer the questions you ask, it won't help out all the
lost souls
Where on earth have our connies all gone, it looks like their all on the
dole, so
Bring back, bring back, bring back my connie to me, to
me
Bring back, bring back, bring back my connie to me
My connie would always be there on the tram, in his bag was a
bundle of change
Always, you'd know where to go , or get off, now these days my trams not the
same
Jeff's Metcard has failed in a miserable way, and the people just simply won't
pay
But what is it worth to the trams on this land when they've had their souls
stolen away, hey!
Bring back, bring back, bring back my connie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back, bring back my connie to me
Bring back, bring back, bring back my connie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back, bring back my connie to me
