You Sound Like Louis Burdett

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus 1] 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 [Chorus 2] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Chorus 3] 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