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Sitting In A Bar In Adelaide
作詞:Gregory Macainsh
I was sitting in a bar in Adelaide Starin' at the barmaids tits When I overheard a conversation that really Gave me the shits
There was a cream shirted businessman Shooting off his mouth To two of his safari jacket cronies I could not believe what was being discussed By those three straight laced phonies
They said this country is on the rocks We gotta kick the commos out Not a day too soon or we'll all be doomed And our wives and kids will have the pox
The dollars not worth the paper it's printed on Our stocks are droppin' like bricks The unions got the country by the balls Our morals have been hit for a six
They moved the plastic plant over to the east They're tryin' to keep the river clean What about our profit where's our incentive What about the capitalist dream?
Then all of a sudden three girls arrived Promotin' some new cigarettes And headed for these three dead heads Like my manager after his debts
And soon these family men and these three girls Who were young enough to be their daughters Got horny and headed off back to their motel Leavin' me to sip my mineral water
These are the kinda guys When they were in school They'd punch a few longhairs Play the fool
Now they're married settled down もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Wearin' cufflinks workin' downtown Property developers management consultants Pyramid selling and all
Two sets of books for these legal crooks And a company car at call Big business is getting to me Think I'll go on the dole
Might have to look for something to eat But I won't have to search my soul
So everybody that's here tonight Be prepared to stay and fight 'Cause when the rich get richer and the poor stay poor Someone's gonna come poundin'
On your door And it won't be the cops it'll be your friends And you're gonna have to stick by them Till the end
So all you readers of the Toorak Times And connoisseurs of vintage wines Switch on your brains read between the lines You don't have to pay those parkin' fines
And for all you defenders of Peanut Joh Who hang onto the past and hang onto your dough Your daughters are out at our Rock and Roll show 'Cause it sure beats home when there's nowhere to go Yeah it sure beats home when there's nowhere to go
So I'm in a bar in Adelaide And your somewhere out there Maybe your laughing at me and my mates Well I'd think again before it's too late
Maybe your sick of message songs But the song ain't where the message belongs It belongs in your heart and in your hands 'Cause if it ain't then you're not a free man
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