In a town south of Dover, Tasmania
Which is a town south of everywhere I know
Lived a boy named Felix Granger
Felix Granger, the finger-picking boy
His mama works in the restaurant
That serves the best sweet pie in town
And sometimes off in the corner
Felix makes the most amazing sound
A man and his mustache finished dinner
And he thought, why not indulge in some dessert
He ate a little pie
And from the corner came a lullaby
The sweetest finger-picking he'd ever heard
He said, son, I'm a big shot from the city
And everybody who likes me calls me Big Al
I think you got something special, my dear boy
The best finger-picking in this big old land
Show me
Now every time Felix tours back through Hobart
He'll always make that special trip
To hold his mama for a while
And eat some of that sweet old pie
And sometimes play in that corner for a bit
Felix Granger, the finger-picking boy