Oh take me back to the shack in the back of Ultimo – I want to go
Right down the track at the back of Ultimo – I want to go
I want to be there with my honey, and she'll cost me all my money
But she'll make me a puddin, a dirty big puddin
Down where the breezes blow.

Down in the dell where the girls drink Gilbey's Gin – to make them thin
Fried fish and chips are the only flowers that grow – in Ultimo
And you can meet my sister Suzie, with a face as bold as brass
You can eat her Christmas pudding or put it – on the shelf
Down in the shack at the back of Ultimo – I want to go