In your Auckland slums,
You want a trim latte, but you all just pout
You can't find anything, 'cos your lights are all out
In your Auckland slums
In your Aucklandslums.
Your mum's on the game and your dad's in the jail,
You can't get to work 'cos your traffic lights fail,
In your Auckland slums.
In your Auckland slums.
You used to drive a Porche, but not anymore,
Now you can't open your electric garage door,
In your Auckland slums.
In your Auckland slums.