You Sound Like Louis Burdett

Had a little bit to drink There's a little thing I want at a do out East, yeah (There's a little thing I wanted to do out East, yeah.) Now, nothing too emotional My good, Miss (My goodness.) I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes (I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife vibes.) Stop talking 'bout the years You sound like Louis Burdett Now 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 Roll by I'm chewing icе and grinning I'm spewing up and spinning For Iz, it's bilious-usiness as usual in his corner of thе kitchen Hey, you! Now, 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 How down the streets, the weeks roll by Roll by The moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappears They're all asleep, but the morning tastes like bile It tastes so vile in Tempe I feel so fucked 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 Now, 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 'cos I sound like Louis Burdett! Yeah, now 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 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 How the weeks roll by Now most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around Tragedy - like charity - begins at home Now, Cass don't like madness ...oh, but madness likes him He's got a finger in his chest Oh, just saying how it should have been Now, Mae Mae may make do - If you give the man a gram or two - If you're lucky enough to see him - Oh, if you're lucky enough that he made the trip down to see you Oooooohhhh, that's Izzy He's at his peak now, isn't he? His key's fizzy Dizzy with something illicit He can't quite afford but'll keep his mind busy And Chel's taken some time off the Jim! ...but surely not as much as it took off him The well runs dry, he's poured it down the sink Oh, just saying how it should have been And Tee's beak's stuck in the middle of them all He's caught a whiff of the peak, but he's scared of the fall He's got it made! The rock star! The talk of the town! But that don't mean shit in a town this small! And he's scared of nothing more than him The raucousness in his head and its then-proceeding din The hanged skeleton in his closet The two fingers at his chin All screaming how it should have been Now 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 they're such fun to have around Banana chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the stars How Geminis love wooden dragons Oh, we're down the streets The weeks roll by