[Intro]

Verse 1

Down in Pinjelly, there's a place we know,

Where the smiles are warm and the friendships grow.

Fresh-made goodies and a welcome at the door,

You'll come for a coffee and stay a little more.

Chorus

Oh, Pingle Café, won't you come and stay,

Pour a pot of tea and chase your cares away.

From Royal Doulton teacups to cakes that steal the show,

At Pingle Café in Pinjelly, there's a warmth you'll always know.

Verse 2

Leona's in the kitchen making something fine,

Sweet treats and savouries that'll have you back in time.

A frothy cappuccino and a scone with jam and cream,

The kind of little pleasures that belong in every dream.

Chorus

Oh, Pingle Café, won't you come and stay,

Pour a pot of tea and chase your cares away.

From Royal Doulton teacups to cakes that steal the show,

At Pingle Café in Pinjelly, there's a warmth you'll always know.

Bridge

One day a lady came because her daughter said,

"There's a special little café that you've simply got to tread."

She chose a lovely teapot and enjoyed her afternoon,

Then a stranger shared a story that could brighten any room.

"That teapot once belonged to my husband's grandma dear,

It's lovely seeing others smile whenever it is near."

A memory crossed the decades, a friendship found its way,

All because of tea and kindness at the café that day.

Chorus

Oh, Pingle Café, won't you come and stay,

Pour a pot of tea and chase your cares away.

From Royal Doulton teacups to cakes that steal the show,

At Pingle Café in Pinjelly, there's a warmth you'll always know.

Final Verse

She FaceTimed a friend and proudly looked around,

Saying, "You've got to visit this little country town!"

"It's worth the drive," she told her, with a smile so bright and free,

And that's the kind of magic found with every cup of tea.

Final Chorus

Oh, Pingle Café, won't you come and stay,

Where stories, smiles and friendships bloom each day.

From treasured family teapots to memories that flow,

At Pingle Café in Pinjelly, there's a love you'll always know.So if you're passing through the Wheatbelt, come and see,

The little café in Pinjelly where every cup tells history.