In a town south of Dover, TasmaniaWhich is a town south of everywhere I knowLived a boy named Felix GrangerFelix Granger, the finger-picking boyHis mama works in the restaurantThat serves the best sweet pie in townAnd sometimes off in the cornerFelix makes the most amazing soundA man and his mustache finished dinnerAnd he thought, why not indulge in some dessertHe ate a little pieAnd from the corner came a lullabyThe sweetest finger-picking he'd ever heardHe said, son, I'm a big shot from the cityAnd everybody who likes me calls me Big AlI think you got something special, my dear boyThe best finger-picking in this big old landShow meNow every time Felix tours back through HobartHe'll always make that special tripTo hold his mama for a whileAnd eat some of that sweet old pieAnd sometimes play in that corner for a bitFelix Granger, the finger-picking boy