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Lyrics
Skyhooks Lyrics
Living In The 70's
Livin' In The Seventies (G.Macainsh)
I feel a little crazy
I feel a little strange
Like I'm in a pay phone
Without any change
I feel a little edgy
I feel a little weird
I feel like a schoolboy
Who's grown a beard
I'm livin' in the 70's
Eatin' fake food under plastic trees
My face gets dirty just walkin' around
I need another pill to calm me down
I feel a bit nervous
I feel a bit mad
I feel like a good time that's never been had
I feel a bit fragile
I feel a bit low
Like I learned the right lines
But I'm on the wrong show
I'm livin' in the 70's
I feel like I lost my keys
Got the right day but I got the wrong week
And I get paid for just bein' a freak
I feel a little insane
I feel a bit dazed
My legs are shrinkin'
And the roof's been raised
I feel a little mixed up
I feel a little queer
I feel like a barman that can't drink a beer
Whatever Happened To The Revolution (G.Macainsh)
Whatever happened to the revolution
We all got stoned and it drifted away
Whatever happened to the revolution
I think it died just yesterday
Whatever happened to the revolution
We all got stoned and it drifted away
Whatever happened to the revolution
I think it died just yesterday
I think it died just yesterday
Well I remember back in Nineteen Seventy
The army wanted you and the army wanted me
There was a war goin' on we were out in the streets
Wearin' our badges and stampin' our feet
There's a hundred thousand people all on my side
We didn't care if we lived or died
Hundred thousand people going to make it come
Hundred thousand people had the man on the run
*Whatever happened to the revolution (8 times)
Everybody thought we could win with a vote
So the band went home without playin' a note
We forgot about that war but it still went on
I'm alright Jack see you round so long
I'm alright Jack see you round so long
And now today everyone's a bit older
We're gettin' richer but we're gettin' colder
We're lookin' for somethin' that just ain't there
And it don't mean nothin' to have long hair
So when you're ready to make a stand
Open your mouth and raise your hand
When you're sick of your parties and sick of your sweets
Get off your arses I'll see you out in the streets
Balwyn Calling' (G.Macainsh)
You met her at a party on Saturday night
She was drinkin' advocaat
Her skin was smooth and her jeans were tight
You didn't think she'd go that far
She mighta looked like a princess
But why'd you have to give her your address
Cos you ain't safe when you get home
She's gonna call you on the telephone
Hey boy that's Balwyn callin'
Hey boy that's Balwyn callin'
Hey boy that's Balwyn callin'
Get on the phone and do a bit of stallin'
It was just too easy when you got to her flat
And she kicked off her platform shoes
And you played around like a cat and a rat
And now you've got the Balwyn blues
Well you thought she ould be a one nighter
But she wants to squeeze you tighter
Cos you ain't safe when you get home
She's gonna call you on the telephone
She sure knows when she's got a good catch
And she just won't let go
She's been searchin' for the perfect match
Her ambition with your dough
A brick veneer prison is waitin' for you
But you just smile while she turns the screw
And you ain't safe when you get home she
She's gonna call you on the telephone
Hey boy that's Balwyn calling X 3
Get off the phone and get out of Balwyn
Horror Movie (G.Macainsh)
Watch a horror movie right there on my TV
Horror movie right there on my TV
Horror movie right there on my TV
Shockin' me right outa my brain
It's bound to get ya in
Get right under your skin
Hit you right on the chin - oh yeah
It's bound to be a thriller
It's bound to be a chiller
It's bound to be a killer - oh yeah
The planes are a-crashin
The cars are a-smashin
The cops are a-bashin - oh yeah
The kids are a-fightin
The fires are a-lightin
The dogs are a-bitin - oh yeah
You think it's just a movie on silver screen
And they're all actors and fake old scenes
Maybe you don't care who's gonna lose or win
Listen to this and I'll tell you somethin'
It's a horror movie right there on my TV
Horror movie right there on my TV
Horror movie and it's blown a fuse
Horror movie, it's the six-thirty news
The public's waitin
For the killin and the hatin
Switch on the station - oh yeah
They do a lotta sellin
Between the firin and the yellin
And you believe in what they're tellin - oh yeah
You Just Like Me 'Cos I'm Good In Bed (G.Macainsh)
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed (X 4)
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed
Yeah that's what your girlfriend said
You just like me 'cos I give you some head
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed
Well I'll meet you in the pub at two minutes to ten
You're all ready to go
Six bottles of beer and a sneer on your face
I'd run but I'm much too slow
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed (X 4)
At half past one I'm flat on the floor
Caught like a rat in a trap
Fifteen times a week and you still want more
God you talk such crap
You just like 'cos I'm good in bed (X 4)
You imagine yourself as Mick Jagger's girlfriend
He wouldn't even spit in your eye
I bet you he don't get raped every weekend
I feel so weak I could die
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed (X 4)
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed
Yeah that's what your girlfriend said
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed
Carlton/Lygon Street Limbo (G.Macainsh)
When the sun sets over Carlton
And the moonlight floods the streets
All those pizza places and spaced out places
They all get on the beat
When the sun sets over Carlton
And the stars begin to shine
All those grey-haired writers and drunken fighters
They all step out in line
When the sun sets over Carlton
And the day begins to fade
All those night time junkies and long haired monkeys
They all pull up the shade
When the sun sets over Carlton
And the lights begin to glow
All those Divine Lighters and window wipers
They all put on a show
When the sun sets over Carlton
And you're out to make a deal
Check out who you're talkin' to
And make sure they are real
(rpt above verse)
Well Lygon Street's really got me beat
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet
Well Lygon Street's really got me down
'Cos I'm a poor boy on the wrong side of town
Do the Lygon Street Limbo
How low can you go-go
Toorak Cowboy (G.Macainsh)
He gets his hair cut at Marini's
And he drives a Lamborghini
The finest thing that ever walked this earth
His flat is just divine
He buys yoghurt and buys wine
A million dollars is what he's worth
Chorus
Well he's a village playboy
Toorak cowboy yes he is
Well he's a village playboy
Toorak cowboy yes he is
He dyes all his grey ends
And he's got lottsa gay friends
He is twenty-nine if he's a day
And he wears tinted glasses
And his girls have got tight arses
And if he's camp he wouldn't like to say
Chorus
He'll be at the supper show on Friday night
Goes once a month just to make it look right
At interval he'll say the movie's a drag
As he gets a cigarette from his leather shoulder bag
Chorus
Well he bought his first dope outside the South Yarra Arms
A whole matchbox full in his hot little palms
Nineteen Sixty-Eight and the scene was cool
And all of his friends knew that he wasn't a fool
He knows the antique dealers
And all those other stealers
I'll be glad when he goes overseas
My friends he don't do nothin'
He just ain't got no stuffin'
He's just another social disease
Chorus
Well he's a village playboy
Toorak cowboy yes he is
Smut (R.Symons)
Slip into a cinema and give yourself a treat
Better take a raincoat could be sticky on the seat
Open up you Twisties and open up your fly
Pictures start to flicker as your hand moves down your thigh
If your mother knew what you were doing
She'd probably hang her head and cry
And if she thought that you were whipping the dripping
She'd give you a belt, extract all the teeth of your fly
Munchy Munchy Twisties the shorts are such a drag
Make a little opening in the other end of your bag
Now put your Twisties right down there in your lap
No-one ever guesses whatsit's in the pack
If your mother knew what you were doing...etc.
Ooh la la la la la la la la...etc.
Better get a grip on yourself
You better pull yourself together..
Picture's almost over but still your not quite there
John Wayne pulls his gun out and you wish he'd some to spare
Then they turn the lights on and people start to stare
You find you've got a boot full and your coat's stuck to the chair
If your mother knew what you were doing...etc.
Ooh la la la la la la la la...etc.
Hey, What's The Matter With You? (G.Macainsh)
Hey, what's the matter, what's the matter with you
Hey, what's the matter, what's the matter with you
I'm askin' you, I'm askin' you.
You can't have your cake and eat it too
You can't have your cake and eat it too
I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you
You can't have your dope and smoke it too
You can't have your dope and smoke it too
I'm tokin' you, I'm tokin' you
Hey, what's the matter, what's the matter with you
Hey, what's the matter, what's the matter with you
I'm askin' you, I'm askin' you.
Motorcycle Bitch (G.Macainsh)
I gotta motorcycle bitch with a fast machine
Well she struck it rich and she's awful mean
Five forward gears and she's water-cooled
She sure looks crazy but she sure ain't fooled
She rides a bike like she rides a man
Just hold on tight and don't give a damn
Slip the clutch and gimme full throttle
Open your legs pass another bottle
She scrapes those pegs and she winds up fast
Hold on tight with your legs this ride could be your last
I never seen her brake I ain't never seen her mend
Ain't no mistake cos death is round the bend
She rides a bike like she rides a man...etc.
Don't carry no freight don't carry no pillion
She's gotta Triumph V8 and she's one in a million
If you're lookin' for kicks better step aside
She knows all the tricks just watch her ride
She rides a bike like she rides a man...etc.
EGO IS NOT A DIRTY WORD
Ego Is Not A Dirty Word (G.Macainsh)
If I did not have an ego I would not be here tonight
If I did not have an ego I might not think that I was right
If you did not have an ego you might not care the way you dressed
If you did not have an ego you'd just be like the rest
Chorus
Ego is not a dirty word
Ego is not a dirty word
Ego is not a dirty word
Don't you believe what you've seen or heard
If Jesus had an ego he'd still be alive today
And if Nixon had no ego he might not be in decay
If you did not have an ego you might not care too much who won
If I did not have an ego I might just use a gun
Chorus
Some people keep their egos in a bottom drawer
A fridge full of Leonard Cohen
Have to get drunk just to walk out the door
Stay drunk to keep on goin'
So if you got an ego
You better keep it in good shape
Exercise it daily
And get it down on tape
Chorus (3 times)
Ego
Love On The Radio (G.Macainsh & S.Hill)
They talk about love on the radio
They say that you should buy it
They talk about love on the radio
Say that you should try it
They talk about love on the radio
Sure try to hard to tell it
They talk about love on the radio
Sure try hard to sell it
You get love when you buy a diamond
You get love when you buy a car
You get love if you buy some toothpaste
You get love if you see five stars
You get love when you take a holiday
You get love if you're feelin' sick
You get love if you do it the right way
You get love and you spread it thick
You get love when you eat some breakfast
You get love you roll a great big smoke
You get love if you wash the dishes
You get love and you drink a coke
You get love...etc.
They talk about love on the radio
They say that you buy it
They talk about love on the radio
Say that you should try it
They talk about love on the radio
Sure try hard to tell it
They talk about love on the radio
Sure try hard to sell it
Saturday Night (G.Macainsh)
Saturday night and everybody's out boozin'
I get in my car and I go out cruisin'
Lookin' for a party, a chick or some dope
If it gets after midnight I don't give up hope
And if by chance I fail to connect
With a flash lookin' woman, I ain't to select
I'll roll on down and take a look at the rest
Ladies or liqueur I'll take second best
Saturday night
I'm driving'
You're drinkin'
I'm thinkin'
You're fine
And you're mine
Round about four I'll be right on top
A bit of luck with the pick of the crop
Rockin' and rollin' till the morning sun
Lights up my wagon then I'm on the run
Love's Not Good Enough (G.Macainsh)
I'd like to be in love but love's not good enough
Good enough a reason to be in love these days
There's too much goin' on, there's too much that's goin' wrong
Goin' wrong to be in love these days
Well, the girls in front are on mandrax
They're all dancin' in three-quarter time
Waitin' for the next band to touch down
And buy them a whiskey and lime
The boys up the back they're all drinking beer
They don't know what to do with their hands
They'd like to grab the girl with the mink eyebrows
But they're too nervous to make any plans
They like to be in love but love's not good enough
Good enough a reason to be in love these days
Everyone's got high ideals they know exactly how it feels
To be the one to turn the wheels these days
An old sweetheart is cryin' in her vodka
Waitin' six months for a smile
From a man who's too busy with his new-found fame
He's playin' it cool for a while
A new lover says come on over here
Another wants a date right now
For some double talk and cigarettes
Before the night turns sour
They'd like to be in love but love's just not enough
Not enough to be in love these days
There's too much goin' on, there's too much that's goin' wrong
Goin' wrong to be in love these days
You said that you wanted me
Whenever you were free
You handed me your front door key
While I analyzed your strategy
Offered me some lemon tea
Questioned my fidelity
Bit my ear and felt my knee
While I gave you the third degree
'Cos love's not good enough, love's not good enough
Love's not good enough
Love's not good enough good enough good enough...etc.
We all want different things
But we all want to live like kings
We all want the best there is these days
Yeah it's just too tough
Yeah it gets so rough
'Cos love's not good enough these days
The Other Side (G.Macainsh)
The kids on the street are lookin' at me
They wanna cut me down
They don't like my energy
They don't want me around
They think I've gone, over to the other side
They think I've cut my hair and swallowed my pride
The girl at the table is lookin' at me
She wants to hear me speak
She wants to get a piece of me
I ain't strong but I'm not that weak
She thinks I've gone over to the other side
She thinks I'm smilin' when I should really hide
Everybody's got their problems
Everybody's got their blues
I got my own solutions
For me and not for you
Out on the roads they're lookin' for me
They wanna shake my hand
They wanna try and relate to me
But they don't understand
That I've gone over, over to the other side
They think I told the truth but I really lied
That I've gone over, over to the other side
They think I told the truth but I really lied
Smartarse Songwriters (G.Macainsh)
There's a lotta smartarse songwriters
Who think they're got the answers
I wish they'd all just shut their mouths
And get down with the dancers
All those fancy words and major thirds
Don't mean much to me
And if you want me to listen to that
Don't tell me no philosophy
Oh well there's a lotta smartarse songwriters
Who think they're got it down
I wish they're all just drop their pens
Get up and jump around
All those stolen phrases and latest crazes
Don't cut no ice with me
And if you want me to listen to that
Don't tell me your misery
I don't wanna hear no love songs, seventy-eight piece
orchestra, girl choirs, fancy session men, multi-track
harmonies, conga drums, moog synthesizers, electric
pop-up toasters, Phase 3 GT Falcons with suckpower...
You all know what I want
You all know what I need
You all know what I gotta have
Why don't you gimme some
Why don't you gimme some
Why don't you gimme some
Gimme some of that rock'n'roll melody
Gimme some of that rock'n'roll beat
Gimme some of that rock'n'roll ecstasy
Knock me right off my feet..etc.
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
There's a lotta smartarse songwriters
Who think they've got the answers...etc.
Mercedes Ladies (G.Macainsh)
Well you look so cute in your Levis suit
Struttin' down Collins Street
With your Pucci shoes and your faded blues
Honey you look so neat
You dress so well no one could tell
You spend Thursdays with your mechanic
Suburban passion it's all the fashion
Your husband don't know so don't panic
Mercedes Ladies they got it made
Cos when they dig they use a silver spade
Mercedes Ladies....Mercedes Ladies....X 2
You look so smug on your Persian rug
Say your Afghan's got a pedigree
You rest your head on your antique bed
And talk about your arts degree
You act so cool by your heated pool
And take your lunch at three
Own half a boutique that's oh so chic
And work hard for charity
Mercedes Ladies they look so sweet
Cos they get a facelift 'bout twice a week
Mercedes Ladies....Mercedes Ladies....X 2
You knew there's only one thing better than a 250S
and that's a 280SL or a 280SE and there's only one thing better
than a 350SL and that's a 280CE or a 350SLC or a 300SEL V8
Take pottery classes and you make passes
At every young man you find
Recapture your youth oh ain't it the truth
That you're just one of a kind
You could be left or you could be right
Or you might just vote for kicks
But you're the perfect wife in a perfect life
I won't bore you with politics
All My Friends Are Getting Married (G.Macainsh)
Well all my friends are getting married
Yes they're all growin' old
They're staying home on weekends
They're all doin' what they're told
But I'm caught up in this magic
I'm all caught up in the fun
I'm all caught up in this music
Maybe I'll never have a son
Well I looked into the crowd the other night
And I saw an old familiar face
He said "How are you doin' Shirl my boy?"
He said " Tell me, are you still playin' the same old place
I asked him all about himself
And he said that he was married with a kid
Showed me a picture of his wife
And we talked about all the things we did
Well sometimes I feel like I'm left behind
And sometimes I feel like I just left school
Wonder if I'll ever grow up
Maybe I'm the only fool
But I'm all caught up in this magic
Yes I'm caught up in this fun
I'm all caught up with this music
Well maybe I'll never have a son
Every Chase a Steeple (R.Symons)
Go to school act the fool
Learn to get up early
Take a seat be discreet
Don't you touch the girlie
Nine to five stay alive
Fill your head with fiction
At the school lose the rules
Learn to cause some friction
Ay ay ay
What's the point of trying to win
Ay ay ay
Bound to get you in the end
Get a job shut your gob
Try and make some money
Nine to five stay alive
Makes your brain go runny
Answer back get the sack
You'll be keeping silent
Save your mon (ey) have some fun
A bit of weekend violence
They're dying in the gutters
And they're dying in their beds
They're dying in the colours
Of a mouldy loaf of bread
They're dying in the bathroom
When they're mouths are full of soap
And when your'e dead you're dead you're dead
You're dead no hope
Join a band in demand
Face in every paper
At the door hundreds more
Wanna be your neighbour
Hit the road no abode
Face you at the people
Gotta act it's a fact
Every church a steeple
They're dying in the gutters
And they're dying in their beds
They're dying in the colours
Of a mouldy loaf of bread
They're dying in the bathroom
When they're mouths are full of soap
And when your'e dead you're dead you're dead
You're dead no hope
What's the point of tryin' to win
When it get's you in the end
Private Eye (G.Macainsh)
Keep your head above the water, your feet right on the floor
Keep your eyes wide open and your back against the wall
Keep your hands on your wallet, your hat right down
Keep your mouth to yourself and your nose to the ground
I'm a private eye
I'm a rented spy
I'm an undercover agent
I'm a bodyguard with a callin' card
And I'm right here on the pavement
I'm a hired gun
A prodigal son
Open for your selection
A bargain muscler
Quality hustler
Waiting for your direction
Got my gun always loaded and my car right full of gas
Synchronized my wristwatch, I'm lookin' through the trash
Got my camera right and ready and flashlight good and charged
My radio's on standby and my salary's been enlarged
He's a private eye .. 4x , oh yeah
I can run a block
I can smash a lock
Outwit the Lone Ranger
Catch a wife
Or take a life
I'll get you outta danger
Snatch a kid
Or make a bid
I'm your suburban soldier
Bust a head
Or shoot you dead
I'm touch or ain't I told you
STRAIGHT IN A GAY GAY WORLD
Million Dollar Riff (G.Macainsh)
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
Well there's a thousand guitars all over the land
And a thousand drummers and a thousand bands
And a thousand agents with their ears to the ground - Gimmee Gimmee
They're all lookin' for the riff with the million dollar sound
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
Goin' round and round
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
With a solid gold sound
It might take three notes it might take four - Oh yeah
Or somethin' that sounds like a squeaky door - Oh yeah
And you could be ridin' in a limousine - Oh yeah
And have your face in every magazine
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
Going round and round
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
We gotta get that sound
Meanwhile I was still searchin'
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
Well I worked it out before I went to bed
But in the mornin' it went clean outa my head
It's like winnin' Tatts but losin' the ticket
You know the tune but you just can't pick it
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
It's going round and round
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
With a solid gold sound
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
I gotta keep on searchin' till I find that sound
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
I won't stop until the sound is found
I gotta keep searchin' searchin' searchin'........
Cos I want
mmmmmmmmmmoney, that's what I want
Gimme Gimme dirty ol' money, that's what I want
Cos I want a million - More!
I want a billion - More!
I want a trillion - More!
I want it all! Yeah...............
Is This America? (G.Macainsh)
Breaker, Breaker, have a good day today
And a better day tomorrow
Well keep your shiny side up and your dirty side down
Get the pedal to the metal gonna leave this town
The black girls are fighting in the streets
And the white guys are givin' me the creeps
I thought the Ivy League had died
But it got loaded it got wired
Went out playing for keeps
Is this America
Is this what I see
Is this America
Won't you show it to me
One day in New York
Sunlight hits the streets
I thought I heard the sound of the second coming
But I listened again and heard the subway humming
Then one night in Dayton
In a drunken haze
I thought I saw the star of Bethlehem
But it's just the light on a Holiday Inn
Is this America
That's trickin' me
Is this America
Is this what I see
Is this America
Black, red, white and blue
Is this America
Yeah, I wonder too
You serve yourself in Philly oh yes you do
No one around is gonna do it for you
You look after yourself and clean up your own trash
Cos Philly don't deliver till Philly gets the cash
Philly don't deliver till Philly gets the cash
The hometeam is loading all the bases
Everybody's getting on everybody's cases
I've seen the evil and the good
But was I misunderstood
When I yelled out for a smile on their faces
How about a smile on your faces
Is this America
That's trickin' me
Is this America
Is this what I see
Is this America
Black Red White and Blue
Is this America Yeah I wonder too
Blue Jeans (G.Macainsh)
Everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Everybody's got their own scenes
Everybody's lost in daydreams
But everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Everybody's got their own schemes
Everybody cheers their own teams
But everybody's wearin'' blue jeans
We're all reading the same books
We're all getting the same looks
Everybody's got their own views
But we're all reading the same news
Everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Everybody's got their own scenes
Everybody's lost in daydreams
But everybody's wearin' blue jeans
I'm singin' in my own band
I'm tryin' to play the right hand
I'm livin' by my own means
And I'm wearing my blue jeans
Everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Everybody's got their own scenes
Everybody's lost in daydreams
But everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Somewhere In Sydney (G.Macainsh)
Somewhere in Sydney there's a lady so pretty
When she crosses the harbour she's the queen of the city
Somewhere in Sydney there's a lady so sweet
She hides her tattoo when she's out on the street
Well it might look like Monaco
But it sure ain't Greece
They gave us Sin City on a million year lease
Ten miles outa Sydney
On Freeway Five
The radio's playin' just as fast as you drive
Somewhere in Sydney upon Bellevue Hill
There's a gay boy with a new toy
Movin' in for the kill
Somewhere in Sydney there's a boy with a hit
Who's shakin' the city and he just won't quit
Well it might look like Monaco
But it sure ain't Greece
They gave us Sin City on a million year lease
Ten miles outa Sydney on Freeway Five
The radio's playin' just as fast as you drive
Sydney sweet Sydney I love your red roofs
And I'm spendin' all my money in your telephone booths
So many people so many types
So much truth and so much hype
I get anonymous letters from the North Shore
They don't read like hard core
Name droppers on the road from my hometown
Bein' around just to be around
And there ain't no rats in the high rise flats
Where the clouds float by my window
And the sounds on the streets are so discreet
And they're all in their own special lingo.
The Girl Says She's Bored (G.Macainsh)
My girlfriend's yawnin' on a Saturday night
I think we're gonna have a terrible fight
It's half past ten and we forgot the booze
I better call my lawyer before she sues
She's always moanin' about the places we go
Like drive-in movies and rock'n'roll shows
She wants to go out all of the time
Sometimes when I'm kissin' her it's like committin' a crime
The girl says she's bored
With drivin' in a seventy-eight Ford
Champagne, cocktails, kissed and adored
But the girls says she's bored
We went out dancin' but she couldn't find the beat
She didn't like to boogie so she sat in her seat
It's all very well yeah very well for you
But when your girlfriend's yawnin' what can a boy do
The girls says she's bored
With drivin in a seventy-eight Ford
She's hangin' out of her own accord
But the girl says she's bored
Her daddy doesn't like me
He thinks I'm a punk
'Cos I get a bit crazy
When I get a bit drunk
Her mother found out the girl was on the Pill
And screamed "It's disgusting I feel a bit ill"
You can see her yawning at nine-thirty in the morning
She says she's got a boring life
Sick of riches and fame and names and games
She'll make some one a terrible wife!
The girl says she's bored
With drivin' in a seventy-eight Ford
Champagne, cocktails, kissed and adored
But the girl says she's bored
The girl says she's bored
With drivin' in a seventy-eight Ford
She's hangin' out of her own accord
But the girl says she's bored
The girl says she's bored
With drivin' in a seventy-eight Ford
Champagne cocktails kissed and adored
But the girl says she's bored
Boring; Boring; Boring.........
This Is My City (G.Macainsh)
This is my city
This is your city
This is our city now
Well I'm back in the land of second chances
And rock'n'roll shows where nobody dances
Back in the land of chicken and chips
Mars bars and roadside tips
And if you don't like it
Then that's too bad
Cos it's the only city that we've ever had
So when the man says
That you gotta pay
You gotta cancel the cheque and you gotta say...
Well I'm back in the land of cheap incense
Where the favourite sport is sittin' on the fence
Back in the land of pie and sauce
Drinkin' flat beer with no third course
And if you don't like it
Then you gotta fight it
And you gotta fight it now
Ain't no time
For walkin' the line
Somehow the cream's gone sour...
Back in the land of subtle hints
Where the artists are busy painting Picasso prints
Here in the land of all time lows
You can make it big and get your own quiz show
And if you just hate it
Then that's too bad
Cos it's the only city that you've ever had
So when the cop says
Get outa town
You gotta get it together gotta stick around
This is my city
This is your city
This is our city now
I got it
You got it
We got it now
This is my city
This is your city
This is our city now
Straight In A Gay Gay World (G.Macainsh)
I'm just a straight in a gay, gay, gay world
I'm carryin' the banner tryin' to keep the flag unfurled
Well I'm just a straight in a gay, gay, gay place
I might look a little odd but I'm part of the human race
Well I'm just a straight in a gay, gay, gay world
Might look a little butch but my hair is naturally curled
Don't wear no floral shirts or white, buckled shoes
No blow jobs or blow waves, I do just what I choose
And if I'm forty-seven and I've never been married
That's just a load that's gotta be carried
Even if I had my eyebrows plucked
That don't mean I'm hangin' round just to get
Just 'cos he's happy don't mean that he's gay
All his friends seem to take him quite the wrong way
There ain't many of us still left alive
All my friends have gone over to the other side
I'm just a straight in a gay, gay, gay world
I'm carryin' the banner tryin' to keep the flag unfurled
Well I'm just a straight in a gay, gay, gay time
And a straight in a gay world is getting hard to find
I'm Normal (G.Macainsh)
I'm normal yes I'm normal
Normal as anybody can be
I'm normal yes I'm normal
There's no one as normal as me
Well I've had my share of orgys
Young marrieds and gay swingers
Had too many weirdos
Wet nurses and girl singers
Seen me enough blue movies
To last me a lifetime through
And I'm getting pretty desperate
For something new to do
So I'm throwing out my rubber sheets and kinky knee high boots
Going back to holding hands
That's where I got my roots
Throwin' out my dildos and porno magazines
Goin' back to wholesome sex just like it's in my teens
I'm normal yes I'm normal
Normal as anybody can be
I'm normal yes I'm normal
There's no one as normal as me
No one ever just says 'hi'
Or talk about the weather
They all ask me if I'm bi
And into whips 'n leather
There's just too many massage girls
Doin' it for free
And I get that funny feeling
Someone's usin' me
So I'm throwin' out my Spanish Fly
All that Vitamin E
Swallowed enough stupid pills to start a factory
Yes I'm givin' it all up I'm going back to zero
Getting just too tired of being a pornographic hero
I'm normal yes I'm normal
Normal as anybody can be
I'm normal yes I'm normal
There's no one as normal as me
Mumbo Jumbo (R.Symons)
Think I'll do myself a favour
Let my thoughts dribble down my chin
Mumbo Jumbo got to be the flavour
Know that your ears will let it in
Dada you demon I got no room for reason now
Beat my brains but I can't find a reason
Like a wolf I keep howling at the moon
Maybe it's cos spring is the season
Vibrate my tubes into a tune
Dada you demon I got no room for reason now
Mumbo Jumbo Mumbo Jumbo
Mumbo Jumbo Mumbo Jumbo
Up and away to lose your lingo
Veni Vidi Veni Vici
My motives not devotive to a thing tho'
Sing me your sweet symphony
Dada you demon I got no room for reason now
Talking in tongues my teeth assemble
Chatter no matter what they say
Ooh then my knees begin to tremble
And I twitch all my stitches away
Dada you demon I got no room for reason
Dada you demon I got no room for reason
Dada you demon I got no room for reason
Crazy Heart (G.Macainsh)
Sue works in a bank on the other side of town
And I don't have much money there
So I shouldn't hang around
I ask the odd question and I cash the odd cheque
And I got no right to be jealous
'Bout the bruises on her neck
But oh oh it's just my crazy heart
Oh oh it's just my crazy heart
Oh oh it's just my crazy heart
Just won't let me start
Alison doesn't know me
She's only seventeen
She just got outa high school
She's searchin' for a dream
I see her every day
Hangin' out on the beach
I'd like to be so close to her
But she's somethin' I can't reach
Aaahh can't you hear my heart
Poundin' out for you
Remember me when you got a moment or two
I could sure use a few
Yeah it's like a strange town
I gotta get from A to B
Right now I have to find my own way
But I wish it wasn't up to me
Jackie she's a tennis star
And travels the world alone
She sometimes calls me up whenever she gets home
She's meetin' lotsa people
Says she's havin' a ball
But I can't win no doubles
And I ain't scored love all
GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN INSANE
Women In Uniform (G.Macainsh)
Hello there sailor
Hi there Lili Marlene
Good morning school girls
Welcome to the team
Beehive hairdo forty-five on the hip
Patrolwoman Saunders don't you give her no lip
Took me to the station for a breath test
Then back to her bedroom for some house arrest
Women in uniform sometimes they look so cold</ |
