Traveling all day since the job got done
Heading like an arrow for the setting sun
Another day to go before you ease the load
In the nearest cold draft
A thousand K down the road
But then you hear a whistle
Geez, that sounds like Steve-O
Nah, what would your mates be doing out here?
Bringing your West End draft?
Yeah!
Cause the best end of the day is the West End of the day
Yeah, a hard-paced job cuts a thirst in half
When your mates drop it, have a beer, have a grip
Cause the best end of the day is the West End of the day