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Whitlams - You Sound Like Louis Burdett

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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 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 streets 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 baggin' out the band

'Cause you sound like Louis Burdett.

And all my friends are fuck-ups

But they're fun to have around

Banana chairs out on the concrete,

Tellin' stories to the stars

How Geminis love wooden dragons, yeh,

and how down the streets 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 bout a dream, Louis

Something obscene, Louis

You're 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 but the planes remind of family money

and the lack down here.

Stop talking frustrated,

'cause I sound like Louis Burdett

And we roll on to 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 streets the weeks roll by.

And all my friends are fuck-ups

But they're fun to have around

Banana chairs out on the concrete,

Tellin' stories to the stars

How Geminis love wooden dragons

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 saying how it should have been.

And we roll on to 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 streets the weeks roll by.

My friends are completely fucked,

But theyre such fun to have around

Banana chairs out on the concrete,

Tellin' stories to the stars

How Geminis love wooden dragons

and how down the street the weeks roll by

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