Lirik Lagu You Gotta Love This City - The Whitlams
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You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this cityYou gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Too sick for breakfast, the car wouldn't startThe train was really full, and his girlfriend had a boyfriendThe houses all the same, now here's the rainNot falling but collapsing at his feetDeep breath and he clocks on, raincoat on his armHe wishes the hours would disappear
But the trip's in vain 'cause awaiting himA lay-off notice and his severance payHe shuffles back to the train againYou gotta love this city
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this cityYou gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Back home he lies in bed for days and daysWatching American television, smokingAnd playing with himself ringing double-O double-5Into town on Thursday nightThe girls are pretty and the lights are brightAt least he loves his city
Holding court on Taylor Square proper was the man he could becomeLear's Fool is a bum nowWith seven holy parcels by his side
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this cityYou gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
He walks along the foreshore, he's got a bottleAnd he's breathing with his city
It was busy everywhere he wentThere was a crowd over the bayAnd a fireworks displayIt's all very strange for a Thursday night thought heThen it dawns on him as a cracker explodesAnd who the hell is he going to blame?It dawns on him - the horror - we got the Olympic Games
You gotta love this city for its body and not its brain
And he screams "My city is a whore, opened herself to the worldJumped up and down in pastel shirtsAnd lathered up thinking about designs for T-shirts"
You gotta love this city for its body and not its brain
It's more than he can take, and the stars
Too sick for breakfast, the car wouldn't startThe train was really full, and his girlfriend had a boyfriendThe houses all the same, now here's the rainNot falling but collapsing at his feetDeep breath and he clocks on, raincoat on his armHe wishes the hours would disappear
But the trip's in vain 'cause awaiting himA lay-off notice and his severance payHe shuffles back to the train againYou gotta love this city
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this cityYou gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Back home he lies in bed for days and daysWatching American television, smokingAnd playing with himself ringing double-O double-5Into town on Thursday nightThe girls are pretty and the lights are brightAt least he loves his city
Holding court on Taylor Square proper was the man he could becomeLear's Fool is a bum nowWith seven holy parcels by his side
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this cityYou gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
He walks along the foreshore, he's got a bottleAnd he's breathing with his city
It was busy everywhere he wentThere was a crowd over the bayAnd a fireworks displayIt's all very strange for a Thursday night thought heThen it dawns on him as a cracker explodesAnd who the hell is he going to blame?It dawns on him - the horror - we got the Olympic Games
You gotta love this city for its body and not its brain
And he screams "My city is a whore, opened herself to the worldJumped up and down in pastel shirtsAnd lathered up thinking about designs for T-shirts"
You gotta love this city for its body and not its brain
It's more than he can take, and the stars
