Had a little bit to drink
Yeah, there's a little thing I wanted to do out East, yeah
Oh, nothing too emotional, my goodness, I—
Couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes
Stop talking 'bout the years
You sound like Louis Burdett
And we roll onto my back shed
Play some poker, scratch my head
Look at the sky and spot the planes
Where would I go on holiday?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles
And down the street, the weeks roll by
Roll by
I'm chewin' ice and grinnin'
I'm spewin' up and spinnin'
It's biliousnessness as usual in my corner of the kitchen
Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere
What? Someone might see you alone?
Stop baggin' out the band
You sound like Louis Burdett, yeah
And all my friends are fuck-ups
But they're fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete
Telling stories to the stars
How Geminis love Wooden Dragons, yeah
And how down the street, the weeks roll by
Weeks roll by
The moment the night wears off
The bomb site reappears
They're all asleep, but the morning tastes like wine
It tastes like wine in Tempe
I feel so good I just might wake him up
Pat him on the bald head -
Tell me 'bout a dream, Louis
Something obscene, Louis
Your life's an open magazine, Louis
I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere, but nowhere 'round me
Nowhere
By the time she gets to Marrickville
We'll be masturbating
Never rains in Tempe
The planes remind me of family money and the lack down here
Stop talking frustrated
'Cause I sound like Louis Burdett, yeah
And we roll onto my back shed
Play some poker, scratch my head
Look at the sky and spot the planes
Where would I go on holiday?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles
And down the street, the weeks roll by
Roll by
Yeah, and all my friends are fuck-ups
But they're fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete
Telling stories to the stars
How Geminis love Wooden Dragons, yeah
And how the weeks roll by
Most of my friends are very fruity
Indeed, such fun to have around
Terror, like charity, begins at home
Chris don't like madness
But madness likes him
He's got a finger in his chest
Yeah, saying how it should have been
And we roll onto my back shed
Play some poker, scratch my head
Look at the sky and spot the planes
Where would I go on holidays?
Roll with the punches, down the aisles
And down the street, the weeks roll by
My friends are completely fucked
But they're such fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete
Telling stories to the stars
How Geminis love Wooden Dragons
And how down the street, the weeks
Roll by
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