Take Me Back to the Milk Bar

Australian suburbian 60s music, definite Australian flair

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TAKE ME BACK TO THE MILK BAR

[Spoken Intro – warm, cheeky]
You know what I reckon?
I'd like to go back for an afternoon...
Just one afternoon.
Back to the milk bar.

[Verse 1]
Take me back to the corner,
Where the milk bar sign hung bright,
Chrome around the counter,
And the Formica shining white.
Bikes were leaning outside,
School bags thrown somewhere,
And you could always find somebody
You knew sitting in a chair.

[Verse 2]
Give me a chocolate milkshake,
Nice and thick and cold,
In one of those tall glass glasses
That seemed too good to hold.
Whipped cream sitting on the top,
A long spoon down the side,
And maybe a scoop of ice cream
Swimming somewhere deep inside.

[Pre-Chorus]
Drop a couple of bob in the jukebox,
Pick the song you wanted played,
And nobody was watching a clock,
Nobody had to be somewhere else today.

[Chorus – doo-wop]
Take me back to the milk bar,
Take me back to yesterday,
Where a milkshake and a jukebox
Could make the world okay.
Sha-la-la, doo-wah-doo,
Come and sit a while with me,
Take me back to the milk bar,
Where we had time to simply be.

[Verse 3]
A sixpence in your pocket,
Maybe two bob if you were lucky,
Enough for something sweet to eat
And a drink that wasn't fussy.
Malted milk if you fancied it,
Strawberry if you didn't,
And nobody asked you
What you were doing with your time.

[Verse 4]
There'd be talk about the footy,
Someone laughing at the back,
A mum waiting at the counter,
A dad popping in for a snack.
The old ice-cream cabinet
Was gleaming in the light,
And somehow all those little things
Could make an ordinary day just right.

[Pre-Chorus]
No mobile buzzing,
No little screen to stare,
If you wanted to talk to someone,
Well... they were already there.

[Chorus – doo-wop harmonies]
Take me back to the milk bar,
Take me back to yesterday,
Where a milkshake and a jukebox
Could make the world okay.
Sha-la-la, doo-wah-doo,
Pull up another chair,
Take me back to the milk bar,
When people actually stopped and shared.

[Verse 5 – modern comparison]
Now we've got a phone for talking,
But we're texting from the room,
Everybody's busy rushing,
Everybody's got somewhere to zoom.
We've got screens and notifications,
More ways than I can count,
But sometimes I wonder
What all that busy business is about.

[Bridge – softer]
We didn't have a lot back then,
And maybe that's the truth,
We didn't have the things we have
When I was growing up.
But give me back that little table,
Give me back that crowded room,
Where a laugh could last an hour
And nobody was leaving soon.

[Break – doo-wop]
Doo-wah... sha-la-la...
Pull up a chair...
Doo-wah... sha-la-la...
There's room over there...

[Spoken]
What'll you have?

Chocolate for me.

[Final Chorus – warm, nostalgic]
Take me back to the milk bar,
Take me back to yesterday,
Give me that tall glass once again,
With chocolate running down the side.
Sha-la-la, doo-wah-doo,
Let that old jukebox play,
Take me back to the milk bar,
Just for one more Saturday.

[Final lines – gentle]
We didn't have the whole wide world
Sitting in our hands...

But we had each other
Sitting at the table.

[Outro – doo-wop]
Sha-la-la...
Doo-wah-doo...
Take me back...
To the milk bar...

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TAKE ME BACK TO THE MILK BAR [Spoken Intro – warm, cheeky] You know what I reckon? I'd like to go back for an afternoon... Just one afternoon. Back to the milk bar. [Verse 1] Take me back to the corner, Where the milk bar sign hung bright, Chrome around the counter, And the Formica shining white. Bikes were leaning outside, School bags thrown somewhere, And you could always find somebody You knew sitting in a chair. [Verse 2] Give me a chocolate milkshake, Nice and thick and cold, In one of those tall glass glasses That seemed too good to hold. Whipped cream sitting on the top, A long spoon down the side, And maybe a scoop of ice cream Swimming somewhere deep inside. [Pre-Chorus] Drop a couple of bob in the jukebox, Pick the song you wanted played, And nobody was watching a clock, Nobody had to be somewhere else today. [Chorus – doo-wop] Take me back to the milk bar, Take me back to yesterday, Where a milkshake and a jukebox Could make the world okay. Sha-la-la, doo-wah-doo, Come and sit a while with me, Take me back to the milk bar, Where we had time to simply be. [Verse 3] A sixpence in your pocket, Maybe two bob if you were lucky, Enough for something sweet to eat And a drink that wasn't fussy. Malted milk if you fancied it, Strawberry if you didn't, And nobody asked you What you were doing with your time. [Verse 4] There'd be talk about the footy, Someone laughing at the back, A mum waiting at the counter, A dad popping in for a snack. The old ice-cream cabinet Was gleaming in the light, And somehow all those little things Could make an ordinary day just right. [Pre-Chorus] No mobile buzzing, No little screen to stare, If you wanted to talk to someone, Well... they were already there. [Chorus – doo-wop harmonies] Take me back to the milk bar, Take me back to yesterday, Where a milkshake and a jukebox Could make the world okay. Sha-la-la, doo-wah-doo, Pull up another chair, Take me back to the milk bar, When people actually stopped and shared. [Verse 5 – modern comparison] Now we've got a phone for talking, But we're texting from the room, Everybody's busy rushing, Everybody's got somewhere to zoom. We've got screens and notifications, More ways than I can count, But sometimes I wonder What all that busy business is about. [Bridge – softer] We didn't have a lot back then, And maybe that's the truth, We didn't have the things we have When I was growing up. But give me back that little table, Give me back that crowded room, Where a laugh could last an hour And nobody was leaving soon. [Break – doo-wop] Doo-wah... sha-la-la... Pull up a chair... Doo-wah... sha-la-la... There's room over there... [Spoken] What'll you have? Chocolate for me. [Final Chorus – warm, nostalgic] Take me back to the milk bar, Take me back to yesterday, Give me that tall glass once again, With chocolate running down the side. Sha-la-la, doo-wah-doo, Let that old jukebox play, Take me back to the milk bar, Just for one more Saturday. [Final lines – gentle] We didn't have the whole wide world Sitting in our hands... But we had each other Sitting at the table. [Outro – doo-wop] Sha-la-la... Doo-wah-doo... Take me back... To the milk bar...

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