| Song | Jubilee Street (Live from Sydney Opera House) |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | Give Us a Kiss |
| On Jubilee street there was a girl named Bee | |
| She had a history, but no past | |
| When they shut her down the Russians moved in | |
| Now I am to scared to even walk on past | |
| She used to say: | |
| All those good people down on Jubilee Street | |
| They ought to practice what they preach | |
| Here they are to practice what they preach | |
| Those good people on Jubilee Street | |
| And here I come up the hill | |
| I’m pushing my own wheel of love | |
| I got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain | |
| And a ten ton catastrophe on a 60 pound chain | |
| And I’m pushing my wheel of love on Jubilee Streets | |
| I look at them now | |
| The problem was she had a little black book | |
| And my name was written on every page | |
| Well a girl’s gotta make ends meet | |
| Even down Jubilee Street | |
| I was out of place and time, and over the hill, and out of my mind | |
| On Jubilee Street | |
| I ought to ṗractice what I preach | |
| These days I go downtown in my tie and tails | |
| I got a foetus on the leash | |
| I am alone now, I am beyond recriminations | |
| Curtains are shut, the furniture is gone | |
| I’m transforming, I’m vibrating, I’m glowing | |
| I’m flying, look at me | |
| I’m flying, look at me now |
| On Jubilee street there was a girl named Bee | |
| She had a history, but no past | |
| When they shut her down the Russians moved in | |
| Now I am to scared to even walk on past | |
| She used to say: | |
| All those good people down on Jubilee Street | |
| They ought to practice what they preach | |
| Here they are to practice what they preach | |
| Those good people on Jubilee Street | |
| And here I come up the hill | |
| I' m pushing my own wheel of love | |
| I got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain | |
| And a ten ton catastrophe on a 60 pound chain | |
| And I' m pushing my wheel of love on Jubilee Streets | |
| I look at them now | |
| The problem was she had a little black book | |
| And my name was written on every page | |
| Well a girl' s gotta make ends meet | |
| Even down Jubilee Street | |
| I was out of place and time, and over the hill, and out of my mind | |
| On Jubilee Street | |
| I ought to ractice what I preach | |
| These days I go downtown in my tie and tails | |
| I got a foetus on the leash | |
| I am alone now, I am beyond recriminations | |
| Curtains are shut, the furniture is gone | |
| I' m transforming, I' m vibrating, I' m glowing | |
| I' m flying, look at me | |
| I' m flying, look at me now |