There's a site, a little site
Shootin' arrows coloured green
And its aiming them at Rotto
But they're higher than 15.

Is it me or is it you -
It's hard to tell until you're hit
But you know it when they hit you
'Cause they make you want to quit.

Here they come pouring out of Seabreeze
Little arrows that look a lot like easterlies
You're kiting the pond again
Kiting the pond again.

Little arrows in your clothing
Little arrows in your hair
When you kite in Perth you'll find
Those little arrows everywhere

Little arrows that will hit you once
And hit you once again
Little arrows that hit everybody
Every now and then.

Oh
oh
oh
the pain.

Some folks run and others hide
But there ain't nothing they can do
And some folks put on armor
But the arrows go straight through.

So you can see there's no escape
So why not face it and admit
That you'll love those little arrows
When they're on the internet.

Here they come pouring out of Seabreeze. . .

(apologies to Leapy Lee)