"No time for romance in Swanston Street." When I was much younger (well before I thought of going up to girls and kissing them) there was one sight in Swanston St that always entranced me. Just a couple of doors up from Young and Jackson's was the Downyflake Restaurant. As a ten year old, the notion that an endless supply of doughnuts could be produced automatically was the ultimate romance.
Two decades later I was thrown out of the public bar of Young and Jackson's (the Swanston St entrance) for deliberately buying a beer for a woman. That was a quite different sort of romance.
But you're right, Joybell; Brack's "Collins St" could just as easily have been painted in Swanston St. Although I can't recall ever singing while hiking down Collins St.