You’re walking down by Kananook creek/
When suddenly you need to take a leak/
In your haste to fix this situation/
You gotta use the comfort station/

You enter, timid like a mouse/
Frightened by this brick shithouse/
You were on your way down to the beach/
Now all you smell is taxpayer bleach/

Come on down to the comfort station/
It’s the finest in the nation/
You, your wife, your sons and daughters/
Can relieve yourselves by South East water/

In the jewel of Frankston you’re never alone/
Be it moaning junkies or the draughty stone/
Poised at the knife edge of sanity/
Just want to have my piss and tranquility/

Piss (x32)

Just want to have my piss and tranquility!

On the floor some witless flunky/
Its clear to you that he’s a junkie/
Yet past the needles on the floor/
Even worse is yet in store/

At the entrance there's a guy selling molly/
His gear all kept in a Woolworths trolley/
He scrambles on the floor for ciggy butts/
Then lifts his leg and drops his guts/

On a scenic day in Port Phillip Bay,
It’s clear things just ain’t going your way,
A sunday drive, interrupted,
By the threat of your bladder bein’ ruptured

In the jewel of Frankston you’re never alone/
Be it moaning junkies or the draughty stone/
Poised at the knife edge of sanity/
Just want to have my piss and tranquility/

Piss! (x32)

Just want to have my piss and tranquility!

I don't know where I would be/
Without the comfort station for you and me.../