You Sound Like Louis Burdett-The Whitlams
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You Sound Like Louis Burdett - The Whitlams
Had a little bit to drink
There's a little thing I want at a do out east
Nothing too emotional my good miss
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 on to my backshed
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
I'm chewing ice and grinning
I'm spewing up and spinning
It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen
Hey you lose that friend before we go anywhere
What someone might see you alone
Stop bagging out the band you sound like Louis Burdett
All my friends are f**k-ups but they're fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete
Telling stories to the stars
How gemini's love Wooden Dragons
And how down the street the weeks roll by
The moment the night wears off the bombsite 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 about 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
By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating
Never rains in tempe but the planes remind me of family money
And the lack down here
Stop talking frustrated
And we roll on to my backshed
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 roll by
All my friends are f**k-ups but they're fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete
Telling stories to the stars
How gemini's love Wooden Dragons
And how down the street 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 saying
How it should have been
And we roll on to my backshed
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
All my friends are f**k-ups but they're fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete
Telling stories to the stars
How gemini's love Wooden Dragons
And how down the street the weeks roll by