Lirik Lagu You Sound Like Louis Burdett - The Whitlams
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Had a little bit to drinkThere's a little thing I want at a do out EastNothing too emotional, my good missI couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyesStop talking 'bout the years - you sound like Louis BurdettAnd we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my headLook 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 byI'm chewing ice and grinning, I'm spewing up and spinningIt's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchenHey you, lose that friend before we go anywhereWhat? Someone might see you alone?Stop bagging out the band, you sound like Louis BurdettAll my friends are fuck-ups but they're fun to have aroundBanana chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the starshow Gemini's love Wooden Dragons, and how down the street the weeks roll byThe moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappearsThey're all asleep but the morning tastes like wineIt tastes like wine in TempeI feel so good I just might wake him upPat him on the bald head - tell me about a dream Louis, somethingobscene Louis, your life's an open magazine LouisI'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclubSex is everywhere but nowhere 'round meBy the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbatingnever rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money and the lack down hereStop talking frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis BurdettMost of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have aroundTerror, like charity, begins at homeChris don't like madness, but madness likes himHe's got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been
