Skyhooks Lyrics
LIVIN' IN THE 70'S
Livin' In The Seventies (G.Macainsh)
I feel a little crazy
I feel a little strange
Like I'm in a pay phone
Without any change
I feel a little edgy
I feel a little weird
I feel like a schoolboy
Who's grown a beard
I'm livin' in the 70's
Eatin' fake food under plastic trees
My face gets dirty just walkin' around
I need another pill to calm me down
I feel a bit nervous
I feel a bit mad
I feel like a good time that's never been had
I feel a bit fragile
I feel a bit low
Like I learned the right lines
But I'm on the wrong show
I'm livin' in the 70's
I feel like I lost my keys
Got the right day but I got the wrong week
And I get paid for just bein' a freak
I feel a little insane
I feel a bit dazed
My legs are shrinkin'
And the roof's been raised
I feel a little mixed up
I feel a little queer
I feel like a barman that can't drink a beer
Whatever Happened To The Revolution (G.Macainsh)
Whatever happened to the revolution
We all got stoned and it drifted away
Whatever happened to the revolution
I think it died just yesterday
Whatever happened to the revolution
We all got stoned and it drifted away
Whatever happened to the revolution
I think it died just yesterday
I think it died just yesterday
Well I remember back in Nineteen Seventy
The army wanted you and the army wanted me
There was a war goin' on we were out in the streets
Wearin' our badges and stampin' our feet
There's a hundred thousand people all on my side
We didn't care if we lived or died
Hundred thousand people going to make it come
Hundred thousand people had the man on the run
*Whatever happened to the revolution (8 times)
Everybody thought we could win with a vote
So the band went home without playin' a note
We forgot about that war but it still went on
I'm alright Jack see you round so long
I'm alright Jack see you round so long
And now today everyone's a bit older
We're gettin' richer but we're gettin' colder
We're lookin' for somethin' that just ain't there
And it don't mean nothin' to have long hair
So when you're ready to make a stand
Open your mouth and raise your hand
When you're sick of your parties and sick of your sweets
Get off your arses I'll see you out in the streets
Balwyn Calling' (G.Macainsh)
You met her at a party on Saturday night
She was drinkin' advocaat
Her skin was smooth and her jeans were tight
You didn't think she'd go that far
She mighta looked like a princess
But why'd you have to give her your address
Cos you ain't safe when you get home
She's gonna call you on the telephone
Hey boy that's Balwyn callin'
Hey boy that's Balwyn callin'
Hey boy that's Balwyn callin'
Get on the phone and do a bit of stallin'
It was just too easy when you got to her flat
And she kicked off her platform shoes
And you played around like a cat and a rat
And now you've got the Balwyn blues
Well you thought she ould be a one nighter
But she wants to squeeze you tighter
Cos you ain't safe when you get home
She's gonna call you on the telephone
She sure knows when she's got a good catch
And she just won't let go
She's been searchin' for the perfect match
Her ambition with your dough
A brick veneer prison is waitin' for you
But you just smile while she turns the screw
And you ain't safe when you get home she
She's gonna call you on the telephone
Hey boy that's Balwyn calling X 3
Get off the phone and get out of Balwyn
Horror Movie (G.Macainsh)
Watch a horror movie right there on my TV
Horror movie right there on my TV
Horror movie right there on my TV
Shockin' me right outa my brain
It's bound to get ya in
Get right under your skin
Hit you right on the chin - oh yeah
It's bound to be a thriller
It's bound to be a chiller
It's bound to be a killer - oh yeah
The planes are a-crashin
The cars are a-smashin
The cops are a-bashin - oh yeah
The kids are a-fightin
The fires are a-lightin
The dogs are a-bitin - oh yeah
You think it's just a movie on silver screen
And they're all actors and fake old scenes
Maybe you don't care who's gonna lose or win
Listen to this and I'll tell you somethin'
It's a horror movie right there on my TV
Horror movie right there on my TV
Horror movie and it's blown a fuse
Horror movie, it's the six-thirty news
The public's waitin
For the killin and the hatin
Switch on the station - oh yeah
They do a lotta sellin
Between the firin and the yellin
And you believe in what they're tellin - oh yeah
You Just Like Me 'Cos I'm Good In Bed (G.Macainsh)
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed (X 4)
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed
Yeah that's what your girlfriend said
You just like me 'cos I give you some head
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed
Well I'll meet you in the pub at two minutes to ten
You're all ready to go
Six bottles of beer and a sneer on your face
I'd run but I'm much too slow
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed (X 4)
At half past one I'm flat on the floor
Caught like a rat in a trap
Fifteen times a week and you still want more
God you talk such crap
You just like 'cos I'm good in bed (X 4)
You imagine yourself as Mick Jagger's girlfriend
He wouldn't even spit in your eye
I bet you he don't get raped every weekend
I feel so weak I could die
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed (X 4)
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed
Yeah that's what your girlfriend said
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed
You just like me 'cos I'm good in bed
Carlton/Lygon Street Limbo (G.Macainsh)
When the sun sets over Carlton
And the moonlight floods the streets
All those pizza places and spaced out places
They all get on the beat
When the sun sets over Carlton
And the stars begin to shine
All those grey-haired writers and drunken fighters
They all step out in line
When the sun sets over Carlton
And the day begins to fade
All those night time junkies and long haired monkeys
They all pull up the shade
When the sun sets over Carlton
And the lights begin to glow
All those Divine Lighters and window wipers
They all put on a show
When the sun sets over Carlton
And you're out to make a deal
Check out who you're talkin' to
And make sure they are real
(rpt above verse)
Well Lygon Street's really got me beat
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet
Well Lygon Street's really got me down
'Cos I'm a poor boy on the wrong side of town
Do the Lygon Street Limbo
How low can you go-go
Toorak Cowboy (G.Macainsh)
He gets his hair cut at Marini's
And he drives a Lamborghini
The finest thing that ever walked this earth
His flat is just divine
He buys yoghurt and buys wine
A million dollars is what he's worth
Chorus
Well he's a village playboy
Toorak cowboy yes he is
Well he's a village playboy
Toorak cowboy yes he is
He dyes all his grey ends
And he's got lottsa gay friends
He is twenty-nine if he's a day
And he wears tinted glasses
And his girls have got tight arses
And if he's camp he wouldn't like to say
Chorus
He'll be at the supper show on Friday night
Goes once a month just to make it look right
At interval he'll say the movie's a drag
As he gets a cigarette from his leather shoulder bag
Chorus
Well he bought his first dope outside the South Yarra Arms
A whole matchbox full in his hot little palms
Nineteen Sixty-Eight and the scene was cool
And all of his friends knew that he wasn't a fool
He knows the antique dealers
And all those other stealers
I'll be glad when he goes overseas
My friends he don't do nothin'
He just ain't got no stuffin'
He's just another social disease
Chorus
Well he's a village playboy
Toorak cowboy yes he is
Smut (R.Symons)
Slip into a cinema and give yourself a treat
Better take a raincoat could be sticky on the seat
Open up you Twisties and open up your fly
Pictures start to flicker as your hand moves down your thigh
If your mother knew what you were doing
She'd probably hang her head and cry
And if she thought that you were whipping the dripping
She'd give you a belt, extract all the teeth of your fly
Munchy Munchy Twisties the shorts are such a drag
Make a little opening in the other end of your bag
Now put your Twisties right down there in your lap
No-one ever guesses whatsit's in the pack
If your mother knew what you were doing...etc.
Ooh la la la la la la la la...etc.
Better get a grip on yourself
You better pull yourself together..
Picture's almost over but still your not quite there
John Wayne pulls his gun out and you wish he'd some to spare
Then they turn the lights on and people start to stare
You find you've got a boot full and your coat's stuck to the chair
If your mother knew what you were doing...etc.
Ooh la la la la la la la la...etc.
Hey, What's The Matter With You? (G.Macainsh)
Hey, what's the matter, what's the matter with you
Hey, what's the matter, what's the matter with you
I'm askin' you, I'm askin' you.
You can't have your cake and eat it too
You can't have your cake and eat it too
I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you
You can't have your dope and smoke it too
You can't have your dope and smoke it too
I'm tokin' you, I'm tokin' you
Hey, what's the matter, what's the matter with you
Hey, what's the matter, what's the matter with you
I'm askin' you, I'm askin' you.
Motorcycle Bitch (G.Macainsh)
I gotta motorcycle bitch with a fast machine
Well she struck it rich and she's awful mean
Five forward gears and she's water-cooled
She sure looks crazy but she sure ain't fooled
She rides a bike like she rides a man
Just hold on tight and don't give a damn
Slip the clutch and gimme full throttle
Open your legs pass another bottle
She scrapes those pegs and she winds up fast
Hold on tight with your legs this ride could be your last
I never seen her brake I ain't never seen her mend
Ain't no mistake cos death is round the bend
She rides a bike like she rides a man...etc.
Don't carry no freight don't carry no pillion
She's gotta Triumph V8 and she's one in a million
If you're lookin' for kicks better step aside
She knows all the tricks just watch her ride
She rides a bike like she rides a man...etc.
EGO IS NOT A DIRTY WORD
Ego Is Not A Dirty Word (G.Macainsh)
If I did not have an ego I would not be here tonight
If I did not have an ego I might not think that I was right
If you did not have an ego you might not care the way you dressed
If you did not have an ego you'd just be like the rest
Chorus
Ego is not a dirty word
Ego is not a dirty word
Ego is not a dirty word
Don't you believe what you've seen or heard
If Jesus had an ego he'd still be alive today
And if Nixon had no ego he might not be in decay
If you did not have an ego you might not care too much who won
If I did not have an ego I might just use a gun
Chorus
Some people keep their egos in a bottom drawer
A fridge full of Leonard Cohen
Have to get drunk just to walk out the door
Stay drunk to keep on goin'
So if you got an ego
You better keep it in good shape
Exercise it daily
And get it down on tape
Chorus (3 times)
Ego
Love On The Radio (G.Macainsh & S.Hill)
They talk about love on the radio
They say that you should buy it
They talk about love on the radio
Say that you should try it
They talk about love on the radio
Sure try to hard to tell it
They talk about love on the radio
Sure try hard to sell it
You get love when you buy a diamond
You get love when you buy a car
You get love if you buy some toothpaste
You get love if you see five stars
You get love when you take a holiday
You get love if you're feelin' sick
You get love if you do it the right way
You get love and you spread it thick
You get love when you eat some breakfast
You get love you roll a great big smoke
You get love if you wash the dishes
You get love and you drink a coke
You get love...etc.
They talk about love on the radio
They say that you buy it
They talk about love on the radio
Say that you should try it
They talk about love on the radio
Sure try hard to tell it
They talk about love on the radio
Sure try hard to sell it
Saturday Night (G.Macainsh)
Saturday night and everybody's out boozin'
I get in my car and I go out cruisin'
Lookin' for a party, a chick or some dope
If it gets after midnight I don't give up hope
And if by chance I fail to connect
With a flash lookin' woman, I ain't to select
I'll roll on down and take a look at the rest
Ladies or liqueur I'll take second best
Saturday night
I'm driving'
You're drinkin'
I'm thinkin'
You're fine
And you're mine
Round about four I'll be right on top
A bit of luck with the pick of the crop
Rockin' and rollin' till the morning sun
Lights up my wagon then I'm on the run
Love's Not Good Enough (G.Macainsh)
I'd like to be in love but love's not good enough
Good enough a reason to be in love these days
There's too much goin' on, there's too much that's goin' wrong
Goin' wrong to be in love these days
Well, the girls in front are on mandrax
They're all dancin' in three-quarter time
Waitin' for the next band to touch down
And buy them a whiskey and lime
The boys up the back they're all drinking beer
They don't know what to do with their hands
They'd like to grab the girl with the mink eyebrows
But they're too nervous to make any plans
They like to be in love but love's not good enough
Good enough a reason to be in love these days
Everyone's got high ideals they know exactly how it feels
To be the one to turn the wheels these days
An old sweetheart is cryin' in her vodka
Waitin' six months for a smile
From a man who's too busy with his new-found fame
He's playin' it cool for a while
A new lover says come on over here
Another wants a date right now
For some double talk and cigarettes
Before the night turns sour
They'd like to be in love but love's just not enough
Not enough to be in love these days
There's too much goin' on, there's too much that's goin' wrong
Goin' wrong to be in love these days
You said that you wanted me
Whenever you were free
You handed me your front door key
While I analyzed your strategy
Offered me some lemon tea
Questioned my fidelity
Bit my ear and felt my knee
While I gave you the third degree
'Cos love's not good enough, love's not good enough
Love's not good enough
Love's not good enough good enough good enough...etc.
We all want different things
But we all want to live like kings
We all want the best there is these days
Yeah it's just too tough
Yeah it gets so rough
'Cos love's not good enough these days
The Other Side (G.Macainsh)
The kids on the street are lookin' at me
They wanna cut me down
They don't like my energy
They don't want me around
They think I've gone, over to the other side
They think I've cut my hair and swallowed my pride
The girl at the table is lookin' at me
She wants to hear me speak
She wants to get a piece of me
I ain't strong but I'm not that weak
She thinks I've gone over to the other side
She thinks I'm smilin' when I should really hide
Everybody's got their problems
Everybody's got their blues
I got my own solutions
For me and not for you
Out on the roads they're lookin' for me
They wanna shake my hand
They wanna try and relate to me
But they don't understand
That I've gone over, over to the other side
They think I told the truth but I really lied
That I've gone over, over to the other side
They think I told the truth but I really lied
Smartarse Songwriters (G.Macainsh)
There's a lotta smartarse songwriters
Who think they're got the answers
I wish they'd all just shut their mouths
And get down with the dancers
All those fancy words and major thirds
Don't mean much to me
And if you want me to listen to that
Don't tell me no philosophy
Oh well there's a lotta smartarse songwriters
Who think they're got it down
I wish they're all just drop their pens
Get up and jump around
All those stolen phrases and latest crazes
Don't cut no ice with me
And if you want me to listen to that
Don't tell me your misery
I don't wanna hear no love songs, seventy-eight piece
orchestra, girl choirs, fancy session men, multi-track
harmonies, conga drums, moog synthesizers, electric
pop-up toasters, Phase 3 GT Falcons with suckpower...
You all know what I want
You all know what I need
You all know what I gotta have
Why don't you gimme some
Why don't you gimme some
Why don't you gimme some
Gimme some of that rock'n'roll melody
Gimme some of that rock'n'roll beat
Gimme some of that rock'n'roll ecstasy
Knock me right off my feet..etc.
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
There's a lotta smartarse songwriters
Who think they've got the answers...etc.
Mercedes Ladies (G.Macainsh)
Well you look so cute in your Levis suit
Struttin' down Collins Street
With your Pucci shoes and your faded blues
Honey you look so neat
You dress so well no one could tell
You spend Thursdays with your mechanic
Suburban passion it's all the fashion
Your husband don't know so don't panic
Mercedes Ladies they got it made
Cos when they dig they use a silver spade
Mercedes Ladies....Mercedes Ladies....X 2
You look so smug on your Persian rug
Say your Afghan's got a pedigree
You rest your head on your antique bed
And talk about your arts degree
You act so cool by your heated pool
And take your lunch at three
Own half a boutique that's oh so chic
And work hard for charity
Mercedes Ladies they look so sweet
Cos they get a facelift 'bout twice a week
Mercedes Ladies....Mercedes Ladies....X 2
You knew there's only one thing better than a 250S
and that's a 280SL or a 280SE and there's only one thing better
than a 350SL and that's a 280CE or a 350SLC or a 300SEL V8
Take pottery classes and you make passes
At every young man you find
Recapture your youth oh ain't it the truth
That you're just one of a kind
You could be left or you could be right
Or you might just vote for kicks
But you're the perfect wife in a perfect life
I won't bore you with politics
All My Friends Are Getting Married (G.Macainsh)
Well all my friends are getting married
Yes they're all growin' old
They're staying home on weekends
They're all doin' what they're told
But I'm caught up in this magic
I'm all caught up in the fun
I'm all caught up in this music
Maybe I'll never have a son
Well I looked into the crowd the other night
And I saw an old familiar face
He said "How are you doin' Shirl my boy?"
He said " Tell me, are you still playin' the same old place
I asked him all about himself
And he said that he was married with a kid
Showed me a picture of his wife
And we talked about all the things we did
Well sometimes I feel like I'm left behind
And sometimes I feel like I just left school
Wonder if I'll ever grow up
Maybe I'm the only fool
But I'm all caught up in this magic
Yes I'm caught up in this fun
I'm all caught up with this music
Well maybe I'll never have a son
Every Chase a Steeple (R.Symons)
Go to school act the fool
Learn to get up early
Take a seat be discreet
Don't you touch the girlie
Nine to five stay alive
Fill your head with fiction
At the school lose the rules
Learn to cause some friction
Ay ay ay
What's the point of trying to win
Ay ay ay
Bound to get you in the end
Get a job shut your gob
Try and make some money
Nine to five stay alive
Makes your brain go runny
Answer back get the sack
You'll be keeping silent
Save your mon (ey) have some fun
A bit of weekend violence
They're dying in the gutters
And they're dying in their beds
They're dying in the colours
Of a mouldy loaf of bread
They're dying in the bathroom
When they're mouths are full of soap
And when your'e dead you're dead you're dead
You're dead no hope
Join a band in demand
Face in every paper
At the door hundreds more
Wanna be your neighbour
Hit the road no abode
Face you at the people
Gotta act it's a fact
Every church a steeple
They're dying in the gutters
And they're dying in their beds
They're dying in the colours
Of a mouldy loaf of bread
They're dying in the bathroom
When they're mouths are full of soap
And when your'e dead you're dead you're dead
You're dead no hope
What's the point of tryin' to win
When it get's you in the end
Private Eye (G.Macainsh)
Keep your head above the water, your feet right on the floor
Keep your eyes wide open and your back against the wall
Keep your hands on your wallet, your hat right down
Keep your mouth to yourself and your nose to the ground
I'm a private eye
I'm a rented spy
I'm an undercover agent
I'm a bodyguard with a callin' card
And I'm right here on the pavement
I'm a hired gun
A prodigal son
Open for your selection
A bargain muscler
Quality hustler
Waiting for your direction
Got my gun always loaded and my car right full of gas
Synchronized my wristwatch, I'm lookin' through the trash
Got my camera right and ready and flashlight good and charged
My radio's on standby and my salary's been enlarged
He's a private eye .. 4x , oh yeah
I can run a block
I can smash a lock
Outwit the Lone Ranger
Catch a wife
Or take a life
I'll get you outta danger
Snatch a kid
Or make a bid
I'm your suburban soldier
Bust a head
Or shoot you dead
I'm touch or ain't I told you
STRAIGHT IN A GAY GAY WORLD
Million Dollar Riff (G.Macainsh)
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
Well there's a thousand guitars all over the land
And a thousand drummers and a thousand bands
And a thousand agents with their ears to the ground - Gimmee Gimmee
They're all lookin' for the riff with the million dollar sound
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
Goin' round and round
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
With a solid gold sound
It might take three notes it might take four - Oh yeah
Or somethin' that sounds like a squeaky door - Oh yeah
And you could be ridin' in a limousine - Oh yeah
And have your face in every magazine
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
Going round and round
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
We gotta get that sound
Meanwhile I was still searchin'
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
Well I worked it out before I went to bed
But in the mornin' it went clean outa my head
It's like winnin' Tatts but losin' the ticket
You know the tune but you just can't pick it
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
It's going round and round
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
With a solid gold sound
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
I gotta keep on searchin' till I find that sound
Million dollar riff Million dollar riff Million dollar riff
I won't stop until the sound is found
I gotta keep searchin' searchin' searchin'........
Cos I want
mmmmmmmmmmoney, that's what I want
Gimme Gimme dirty ol' money, that's what I want
Cos I want a million - More!
I want a billion - More!
I want a trillion - More!
I want it all! Yeah...............
Is This America? (G.Macainsh)
Breaker, Breaker, have a good day today
And a better day tomorrow
Well keep your shiny side up and your dirty side down
Get the pedal to the metal gonna leave this town
The black girls are fighting in the streets
And the white guys are givin' me the creeps
I thought the Ivy League had died
But it got loaded it got wired
Went out playing for keeps
Is this America
Is this what I see
Is this America
Won't you show it to me
One day in New York
Sunlight hits the streets
I thought I heard the sound of the second coming
But I listened again and heard the subway humming
Then one night in Dayton
In a drunken haze
I thought I saw the star of Bethlehem
But it's just the light on a Holiday Inn
Is this America
That's trickin' me
Is this America
Is this what I see
Is this America
Black, red, white and blue
Is this America
Yeah, I wonder too
You serve yourself in Philly oh yes you do
No one around is gonna do it for you
You look after yourself and clean up your own trash
Cos Philly don't deliver till Philly gets the cash
Philly don't deliver till Philly gets the cash
The hometeam is loading all the bases
Everybody's getting on everybody's cases
I've seen the evil and the good
But was I misunderstood
When I yelled out for a smile on their faces
How about a smile on your faces
Is this America
That's trickin' me
Is this America
Is this what I see
Is this America
Black Red White and Blue
Is this America Yeah I wonder too
Blue Jeans (G.Macainsh)
Everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Everybody's got their own scenes
Everybody's lost in daydreams
But everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Everybody's got their own schemes
Everybody cheers their own teams
But everybody's wearin'' blue jeans
We're all reading the same books
We're all getting the same looks
Everybody's got their own views
But we're all reading the same news
Everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Everybody's got their own scenes
Everybody's lost in daydreams
But everybody's wearin' blue jeans
I'm singin' in my own band
I'm tryin' to play the right hand
I'm livin' by my own means
And I'm wearing my blue jeans
Everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Everybody's got their own scenes
Everybody's lost in daydreams
But everybody's wearin' blue jeans
Somewhere In Sydney (G.Macainsh)
Somewhere in Sydney there's a lady so pretty
When she crosses the harbour she's the queen of the city
Somewhere in Sydney there's a lady so sweet
She hides her tattoo when she's out on the street
Well it might look like Monaco
But it sure ain't Greece
They gave us Sin City on a million year lease
Ten miles outa Sydney
On Freeway Five
The radio's playin' just as fast as you drive
Somewhere in Sydney upon Bellevue Hill
There's a gay boy with a new toy
Movin' in for the kill
Somewhere in Sydney there's a boy with a hit
Who's shakin' the city and he just won't quit
Well it might look like Monaco
But it sure ain't Greece
They gave us Sin City on a million year lease
Ten miles outa Sydney on Freeway Five
The radio's playin' just as fast as you drive
Sydney sweet Sydney I love your red roofs
And I'm spendin' all my money in your telephone booths
So many people so many types
So much truth and so much hype
I get anonymous letters from the North Shore
They don't read like hard core
Name droppers on the road from my hometown
Bein' around just to be around
And there ain't no rats in the high rise flats
Where the clouds float by my window
And the sounds on the streets are so discreet
And they're all in their own special lingo.
The Girl Says She's Bored (G.Macainsh)
My girlfriend's yawnin' on a Saturday night
I think we're gonna have a terrible fight
It's half past ten and we forgot the booze
I better call my lawyer before she sues
She's always moanin' about the places we go
Like drive-in movies and rock'n'roll shows
She wants to go out all of the time
Sometimes when I'm kissin' her it's like committin' a crime
The girl says she's bored
With drivin' in a seventy-eight Ford
Champagne, cocktails, kissed and adored
But the girls says she's bored
We went out dancin' but she couldn't find the beat
She didn't like to boogie so she sat in her seat
It's all very well yeah very well for you
But when your girlfriend's yawnin' what can a boy do
The girls says she's bored
With drivin in a seventy-eight Ford
She's hangin' out of her own accord
But the girl says she's bored
Her daddy doesn't like me
He thinks I'm a punk
'Cos I get a bit crazy
When I get a bit drunk
Her mother found out the girl was on the Pill
And screamed "It's disgusting I feel a bit ill"
You can see her yawning at nine-thirty in the morning
She says she's got a boring life
Sick of riches and fame and names and games
She'll make some one a terrible wife!
The girl says she's bored
With drivin' in a seventy-eight Ford
Champagne, cocktails, kissed and adored
But the girl says she's bored
The girl says she's bored
With drivin' in a seventy-eight Ford
She's hangin' out of her own accord
But the girl says she's bored
The girl says she's bored
With drivin' in a seventy-eight Ford
Champagne cocktails kissed and adored
But the girl says she's bored
Boring; Boring; Boring.........
This Is My City (G.Macainsh)
This is my city
This is your city
This is our city now
Well I'm back in the land of second chances
And rock'n'roll shows where nobody dances
Back in the land of chicken and chips
Mars bars and roadside tips
And if you don't like it
Then that's too bad
Cos it's the only city that we've ever had
So when the man says
That you gotta pay
You gotta cancel the cheque and you gotta say...
Well I'm back in the land of cheap incense
Where the favourite sport is sittin' on the fence
Back in the land of pie and sauce
Drinkin' flat beer with no third course
And if you don't like it
Then you gotta fight it
And you gotta fight it now
Ain't no time
For walkin' the line
Somehow the cream's gone sour...
Back in the land of subtle hints
Where the artists are busy painting Picasso prints
Here in the land of all time lows
You can make it big and get your own quiz show
And if you just hate it
Then that's too bad
Cos it's the only city that you've ever had
So when the cop says
Get outa town
You gotta get it together gotta stick around
This is my city
This is your city
This is our city now
I got it
You got it
We got it now
This is my city
This is your city
This is our city now
Straight In A Gay Gay World (G.Macainsh)
I'm just a straight in a gay, gay, gay world
I'm carryin' the banner tryin' to keep the flag unfurled
Well I'm just a straight in a gay, gay, gay place
I might look a little odd but I'm part of the human race
Well I'm just a straight in a gay, gay, gay world
Might look a little butch but my hair is naturally curled
Don't wear no floral shirts or white, buckled shoes
No blow jobs or blow waves, I do just what I choose
And if I'm forty-seven and I've never been married
That's just a load that's gotta be carried
Even if I had my eyebrows plucked
That don't mean I'm hangin' round just to get
Just 'cos he's happy don't mean that he's gay
All his friends seem to take him quite the wrong way
There ain't many of us still left alive
All my friends have gone over to the other side
I'm just a straight in a gay, gay, gay world
I'm carryin' the banner tryin' to keep the flag unfurled
Well I'm just a straight in a gay, gay, gay time
And a straight in a gay world is getting hard to find
I'm Normal (G.Macainsh)
I'm normal yes I'm normal
Normal as anybody can be
I'm normal yes I'm normal
There's no one as normal as me
Well I've had my share of orgys
Young marrieds and gay swingers
Had too many weirdos
Wet nurses and girl singers
Seen me enough blue movies
To last me a lifetime through
And I'm getting pretty desperate
For something new to do
So I'm throwing out my rubber sheets and kinky knee high boots
Going back to holding hands
That's where I got my roots
Throwin' out my dildos and porno magazines
Goin' back to wholesome sex just like it's in my teens
I'm normal yes I'm normal
Normal as anybody can be
I'm normal yes I'm normal
There's no one as normal as me
No one ever just says 'hi'
Or talk about the weather
They all ask me if I'm bi
And into whips 'n leather
There's just too many massage girls
Doin' it for free
And I get that funny feeling
Someone's usin' me
So I'm throwin' out my Spanish Fly
All that Vitamin E
Swallowed enough stupid pills to start a factory
Yes I'm givin' it all up I'm going back to zero
Getting just too tired of being a pornographic hero
I'm normal yes I'm normal
Normal as anybody can be
I'm normal yes I'm normal
There's no one as normal as me
Mumbo Jumbo (R.Symons)
Think I'll do myself a favour
Let my thoughts dribble down my chin
Mumbo Jumbo got to be the flavour
Know that your ears will let it in
Dada you demon I got no room for reason now
Beat my brains but I can't find a reason
Like a wolf I keep howling at the moon
Maybe it's cos spring is the season
Vibrate my tubes into a tune
Dada you demon I got no room for reason now
Mumbo Jumbo Mumbo Jumbo
Mumbo Jumbo Mumbo Jumbo
Up and away to lose your lingo
Veni Vidi Veni Vici
My motives not devotive to a thing tho'
Sing me your sweet symphony
Dada you demon I got no room for reason now
Talking in tongues my teeth assemble
Chatter no matter what they say
Ooh then my knees begin to tremble
And I twitch all my stitches away
Dada you demon I got no room for reason
Dada you demon I got no room for reason
Dada you demon I got no room for reason
Crazy Heart (G.Macainsh)
Sue works in a bank on the other side of town
And I don't have much money there
So I shouldn't hang around
I ask the odd question and I cash the odd cheque
And I got no right to be jealous
'Bout the bruises on her neck
But oh oh it's just my crazy heart
Oh oh it's just my crazy heart
Oh oh it's just my crazy heart
Just won't let me start
Alison doesn't know me
She's only seventeen
She just got outa high school
She's searchin' for a dream
I see her every day
Hangin' out on the beach
I'd like to be so close to her
But she's somethin' I can't reach
Aaahh can't you hear my heart
Poundin' out for you
Remember me when you got a moment or two
I could sure use a few
Yeah it's like a strange town
I gotta get from A to B
Right now I have to find my own way
But I wish it wasn't up to me
Jackie she's a tennis star
And travels the world alone
She sometimes calls me up whenever she gets home
She's meetin' lotsa people
Says she's havin' a ball
But I can't win no doubles
And I ain't scored love all
GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN INSANE
Women In Uniform (G.Macainsh)
Hello there sailor
Hi there Lili Marlene
Good morning school girls
Welcome to the team
Beehive hairdo forty-five on the hip
Patrolwoman Saunders don't you give her no lip
Took me to the station for a breath test
Then back to her bedroom for some house arrest
Women in uniform sometimes they look so cold
Women in uniform but oooh they feel so warm
Flying to my hometown on a 747
Stewardess made me feel like I'm in heaven
Looking up the aisle trying to see what I could see
She leaned over and said coffee tea or me
White apron and brown leather shoes
The nurse at the clinic left my heart all bruised
Broke my left leg and sprained my right
Now she takes my temperature every night
Women in uniform sometimes they look so cold
Women in uniform but ooh they feel so warm
Women in uniform Women in uniform
Women in uniform Women in uniform
Commando raid on the Lebanese border
Sergeant Anita she gives the order
Khaki jacket and a sten gun
Baby I surrender let's have some fun
Khaki navy blue and brass buttons bring me to my knees
A peaked cap and a badge or two oooh they're such a tease
So girls if the man you need just won't come across
Put on a uniform show him who's the boss
Women in uniform sometimes they look so cold
Women in uniform but ooh they feel so warm
Women in uniform khaki white and blue
Women in uniform coming after you
Life In The Modern World (G.Macainsh)
Where the sky meets the earth, that's the skyline
Where the hair meets the head that's the hairline
Where the needle meets the skin that's the mainline
And where today meets tomorrow that's the deadline
You gotta use what you're given to keep on livin'
Life in the modern world
Don't wreck the sunshine just walk the fine line
Life in the modern world
Where the shore meets the sea that's the shoreline
Where the left meets the right that's the party line
Where the print meets the page that's the headline
And where the poor meet the street that's the breadline
You gotta use what you're given to keep on livin'
Life in the modern world
Keep your finger off the button
Or there won't be nothin'
Left of this modern world
We got pocket calculators we got cybernetic refrigerators
We got men on the moon we got your padded room
We got tax exiles we got sea to air missiles
We got nuclear power we got the Catholic hour
We got life we got death we got life and death
Trouble With The Computer (G.Macainsh)
Went down to the bank to make a deposit yesterday
The system just went haywire began to overpay
Ten too many zeros on my sixty dollars cash
There I was like Howard Hughes a tycoon in a flash
Trouble with the computer perhaps a faulty switch
Maybe it just likes me and wants to make me rich
Gas bill came this morning I was making toast
I like the odd
hot shower and sometimes Sunday roast
But we'd all sell our houses and go and live in tents
If the gas bill came to four grand and ninety seven cents
Trouble with the computer its' memories gone black
Lucky I refused to pay I've got myself to thank
Trouble with the computer happens every day
So much for brainpower IBM is here to stay
So if you take that plane to Sydney and end up in Taiwan
The automatic pilot he's done something wrong
If your ice cream tastes like tooth paste
And a milk horse wins the race
Computer's lost its logic and it's started to erase
Trouble...Trouble...Trouble...Trouble...
Somewhere someday some smart guy
Will turn around and shout
Give me a pen and paper and I can work it out
But till then we are stuck
With computers going wrong
And if this verse sounds out of tune
A computer wrote this song
Trouble with the computer that's what the man said
Some kind of random error the light is glowin' red
Trouble with the computer the machine will not obey
So much for brainpower IBM is here to stay
B B B Boogie (A.Strauks)
Sometimes I get the feeling
Everybody's putting me down
I'm in the need of some rockin' and a reelin'
And I don't wanna mess around
I need boogie I need boogie
Bbbbbbbbbbbbboogie
Some people don't understand
The reason I get this way
Take me to the place where
They got a good band
I gotta hear the boogie today
I need boogie, I need boogie
Bbbbbbbbbbbbboogie
Give me the boogie
I don't want no bump
Give me the boogie
I gotta feel it pump
Give me the boogie
Don't wanna save my soul
Give me the boogie
Just let me rock'n'roll
Bbbbbbbbbbbbboogie!!!
Twisted Innocence (G.Macainsh)
Ken and Julie are hitching to the coast
They don't know it but they're luckier than most
Only need to worry about having fun
And where the surf's running in the morning sun
Oh to have that twisted innocence
Not to see the trouble every day
Or the traps and tortures that run our lives
Or to hear the lies that people say
John and Tony they're picking grapes
They think they're breaking rocks
But they've made their escape
They got out of this rat race that goes round and round
No money unemployed downtown
Oh to have that twisted innocence
Innocence that comes from growing young
And to throw away your intelligence
There's no crime in being dumb
Taxi driver with the science degree
He says he's got it rough
But he can daydream while driving around
I wish him half the luck
So if I'm guilty until proven insane
Then I don't mind I won't complain
People say that I'm outa touch
But you can go crazy from thinking too much
Oh to have that twisted innocence
Not to see the trouble every day
Or the traps and tortures that run our lives
Or to hear the lies that people say
Oh to have that twisted innocence
Innocence that comes from growing young
Oh to have that twisted innocence
There's no crime in being dumb
Hotel Hell (G.Macainsh)
Thursday is pay-day so I thought I'd have some fun
Go down to the hotel and find me some action
They say that's where it happens
They say that's where it's at
But when I paid the doorman I knew I'd smelt a rat
The band playing in the corner may be Clapton, Beck or Jimi
No one seemed to care much someone said it sounded tinny
Well so much for the good time then the rat began to smell
I knew I'd hit the middle of Hotel Hell
I headed for the men's room feeling like a long lost pup
But it was overcrowded with guys all throwing up
So I crossed my legs and went back to the bar
Someone trapped my shoulder
Hey they just ripped off your car
So much for the good time so much for the fun
So much for my Chevy I shoulda brought my gun
Hotel Hotel Hell stand aside everybody I'm gonna rebel
Hotel Hotel Hell if you think the beer is rotten
You should see the clientele
When I got back you know my car had been smashed
I went back inside to get my paycheck cashed
Some girl came up to me and said
How about a chat
Like to read some poetry or maybe paint my flat
She said I like your body but gee I hate your face
When it gets dark enough come over to my place
So much for the good time see you later Jezabel
Show me to the door I gotta leave this Hotel Hell
I saw Frankenstein, Gargantua and Eskimo Hell
Down at this place they call Hotel Hell
Someone stole my trousers and tore off my lapel
At this place out in the suburbs called Hotel Hell
When Thursday comes around you know I'm staying home
Yes I've learnt my lesson there's no way I'm gonna roam
From the room above the laundromat on the dirty side of town
When the fridge is always full and the beers not watered down
Where they never lock their cars or punch each other heads
Spike your drinks with mandies or try to sell you reds
Where Clapton, Beck and Jimi are jamming in the sun
And the girls are very friendly I think I'll get me one
You know I've had a good time drinking my moselle
Forget about this place they call Hotel Hell
Hotel Hotel Hell bad place to visit and a rotten place to dwell
Hotel Hotel Hell ain't nothing like there ain't no parallel
A Point In The Distance (G.Macainsh)
For some of us this life is too short
When years must be lived in minutes
And we dream of a second chance
To love beyond our limits
So if we don't make it this time around
Here's what you should do
Call me up on the laser phone
Springtime in the year 2052
There's a point in the distance
Where I know you'll be waiting
At some point in the distance
There's a hope of better days
At some point in the distance
There's a line of least resistance
At some point in the distance
We'll feel that sweet insistence
They say that distance it lends romance
To many a situation
But romance is in the distance
So take me to the station
Some of us we want to travel
We feel that urge to roam
And some of us are on the road
So we can get back home
To a point in the distance
There's a hope of better days
To a point in the distance
I'll meet you past the haze
At some point in the distance
Maybe we'll arrive
At some point in the distance
One day we'll make that drive
And if you're working to change the world
But time's running out for you
Don't give up 'cos next time around
There'll be work for you to do
Some people tell me they're ahead of their time
And that's OK by me
'Cos you and I we'll be around
So we'll just wait and see
There's a point in the distance
Where maybe we'll arrive
At some point in the distance
One day we'll make that drive
So if you can't be with ones you need
Or they can't be with you
Don't forget there'll be other times
Somewhere out there in the blue
'Cos I'll know we'll be together
Somewhere, somehow with you
Springtime I'm looking forward to
In the year 2052
At some point in the distance
I know you'll be waiting
At some point in the distance
You can be of some assistance
At some point in the distance
There'll be a bright star in the sky
Maybe on some distant planet
There'll be a place for you and I
At some point in the distance
At some point in the distance
At some point in the distance
There's a place for you and I...
Megalomania (G.Macainsh)
There's a little bit of Adolf in everyone
And the hand that holds the whip
Sometimes has all the fun
There's a hidden desire
That wants to rock the earth
And beat up old Idi Amin
For what it's worth
Singing ooh ooh meglomania
Ooh ooh meglomania
Take a little ego, take a lot of money
Add some psychosis to the land of milk and honey
Get it on the radio, the TV and the paper
Stir up the nation then you can rape her
Call in the army, buy a politician.
Promise anything to improve your own position
Print yourself some money
Buy the world on a short-term loan
Invade Tasmania then you call it home
Legalize murder, imprison the students
A public execution or two
Put up the taxes on necessity
Be strong in everything you do
Let your supporters live in luxury
But shoot them in the back when they get too smart
Keep one step ahead of yourself, beware of that poison dart
And the businessman sits dreaming in his office
Of making his next big deal
The one that will bring down the president
Everybody will click their heels
The people on the streets will turn to him because he has the answer
One night in the white house he'll confess to his wife
"You know I'm just a necromancer,
you know I'm just a necromancer, you know I'm just a
necromancer".
Why Don't You All Get Fucked. (G.Macainsh)
I used to know this kid in sixth grade
The teachers called him dumb
He'd try real hard did his homework everyday
But still they'd whip him on the arse
One day he went to the playground
With a spraycan under his coat
Stood upon a trashcan and this is what he wrote...
Why dontcha all
Why dontcha all
Why dontcha all get fucked
Why dontcha all
Why dontcha all
Why dontcha all get fucked
A girl sixteen was trying to grow up
But her parents kept her down
She'd behave herself and come home at twelve
Her daddy would just sneer and frown
So one afternoon she packed her bags
With her boyfriend she drove away
A thousand miles later miles late she picked up the phone
And this is what she had to say...
Hey mum an dad!
Why dontcha all
Why dontcha all
Why dontcha all get fucked
Why dontcha all
Why dontcha all
Why dontcha all get fucked
A private in the army
A sensitive chap
Who didn't want to be there at all
And a sergeant who hated this young guys guts
Used to make him scrub the floor
They were out on manoeuvres on a lousy day
The enemy had to be scouted
The private got his hands on an M-16
As he shot up the place he shouted...
Why dontcha all
Why dontcha all
Why dontcha all get fucked
You shoulda seen the smile on that soldiers face
When he saw how fast the sergeant ducked
So if you're in trouble right up to your brain
And the boss is gettin' to you
Parents and politics, money and marriage
And life in general is making you spew
There's one thing that you gotta do
And I suggest you do it today
Stand up in your office, school or your street
And this is what you gotta say...
Why don't you and you and you and you
And your rotten friends too
Why don't you and him and not forgettin' you
Why dontcha all get fucked!!
HOT FOR THE ORIENT
Bondage On The Boulevarde (G.Macainsh)
She picked me up for her bodyguard
While I was tying up business on the boulevarde
Yeah yeah she must be the one
Handcuffed to the bed and screamin' for fun
Ooh ooh she can't move
My wild Santa Monica rose
Ooh ooh she likes it that way
She's just ripped up all her clothes
In the heat in the heat
Heat on the street
Searching for a little more rope
Today today we ain't going nowhere
She can't get free I hope
Ooh ooh she can't move
My wild Santa Monica rose
Ooh ooh she likes it that way
She's just ripped up all her clothes
This ain't love
This is the Marquis de Sade
I'm alive and well
On the boulevarde
I'll leave you my number
I'll leave you my card
Down here on the S & M boulevarde
A chance meeting like a strange charade
The traffic's tied up on the boulevarde
Yeah yeah you must be the one
Handcuffed to the bed and screamin' for fun
Ooh ooh she can't move
My wild Santa Monica rose
Ooh ooh she likes it that way
She's just ripped up all her clothes
Ooh ooh she can't move
Bondage on the boulevarde
Ooh ooh she likes it that way
Bondage on the boulevarde
Bondage on the boulevarde
Bondage on the boulevarde
This Town Is Boring (G.Macainsh)
Well I jumped a plane for the Greek Isles
Ouzo and moonlight had me all smiles
A villa, a yacht and a private beach
I thought happiness was in my reach
Jackie O she like my tan
Jackie O said I was her man
Then one night I walked in the door
I looked in the mirror this is what I saw
This town is boring this town is dead
This town ain't what it used to be
This town ain't the place for me
So I travelled to London and points in between
And everywhere else that I ain't been
I felt everything that there was to feel
Made my money on the roulette wheel
I did a hundred things I hadn't done before
Looking for something and something more
I was getting tired of messin' about
One night in Soho I just had to shout
This town is boring this town is dead
This town ain't what it used to be
This town ain't the place for me
Now New York is New York on Seventh Avenue
People and places and things to do
Where the rat race reaches its peak
Ten million people playing hide and seek
So I was surprised when someone said to me
What's it like in your town I'm goin' there you see
Ain't nothin' happenin' in this dirty old town
I need some excitement I gotta get down
We all gotta get up and go to work
Go home and cook the dinner
And if you're in Tangiers or Kathmandu
That don't mean you're on a winner
In Manhattan or Paris you can hear people say
This town is boring I gotta get away
If I had the money I'd leave today
This town is boring and I can't stay
This town is boring this town is dead
This town ain't what it used to be
This town ain't the place for me
White Skin And Black Sheets (G.Macainsh)
She said to me won't you come back to my place tonight
I got Deep Throat on the video
We can listen to the radio tonight
I like your eyes and I like your smile
I'd really like to stay with you awhile
We can play chess and make love under my strobe light
Well I could've said no but yes I said yes
She locked the door and stepped out of her dress
And in the heat of the moment in the moment of heat
With her hair so long and her mouth so sweet
White skin black sheets
White skin and black sheets
White skin and black sheets
In the morning we had coffee on the balcony
We played chess and watched the clouds roll over the sea
I got ready to leave but she held my wrist
And gave me something that I could not resist
White skin black sheets
White skin and black sheets
White skin and black sheets
White skin and black sheets
Everynight I have these dreams
I get these images comin' in on the beam
I see these pictures that I'll never forget
I remember moments that I'll never regret
In the heat of the moment in the moment of heat
With her hair so long and her mouth so sweet
White skin black sheets
White skin and black sheets
White skin and black sheets
White skin and black sheets
She's OK But She's Not You (G.Macainsh)
Can I buy you a drink said the blonde girl
Before I leave for Spain
Or a weekend in the country
Maybe we can take the train
And I don't know which way to turn
And I don't know whose heart to burn
She's oh so nice and she's oh so kind
And I just can't make up my mind
But on thing I know is true
She's OK but she's not you
She's OK but she's not you
My best friends' wife says she loves me
She invites me to her place
And I feel so goddamn guilty
I can't look him in the face
And I don't know whose heart to burn
She's oh so good and she's oh so fine
And I just can't make up my mind
But one thing I know is true
She's OK but she's not you
She's OK but she's not you
She's OK she's OK she's OK
But she's not you
She's everything I dream of
But still I dream of you
Thought I was in love with a singer
Who sang the sweetest song
Once again I heard your voice
And I knew that I was wrong
But one thing I know is true
She's OK but she's not you
They're all OK but they're not you
She's OK but she's not you....
Cars Bars and Girls (G.Macainsh)
Too much disco music too much mindless bump
The place that I'm livin' in
You could call it a dump
There's not too many things
That I like in this world
But I like cars I like bars
And I like girls
No one's at the firehouse
When the city's burnin' down
No one meets me at the airport
To drive me downtown
There's not too many things
That I like in this world
But I like cars I like bars
And I like girls
I like cars doin' ninety miles an hour
I like bars give me a whisky sour
I like Ferraris and Lincolns too
I like bourbon yeah quite a few
And if you're a girl
Then I'm gonna like you
People waste their money just fighting wars
Some go to school just to learn to be bores
I can't get a bus as they're all on strike
They stopped makin' the clothes that I like
All the people at your party just bore me to death
And the life that I'm livin' it's such a mess
There's not too many things I can stand in this world
I like cars, bars and I like girls
Well there's not too many things that I like in this world
So I'm drivin' to the bar to find some girl
I like girls...
Red Fingernails (G.Macainsh)
The hairs on my chest begin to rise
My eyebrows start to sweat
My mind's a mess but one things clear
You're the best that I've had yet
I try to move but I can't walk tall
It's no use once again I fall
Beneath your red beneath your red
Beneath your red beneath your red fingernails
You sit at home painting your face
Waiting for the polish to dry
I need a fix of your crazy tricks
Answer the phone or I'll die
I'm gonna scream I'm gonna hurt
I'm just a victim I'm just dirt
Beneath your red beneath your red
Beneath your red beneath your red fingernails
Beneath your red beneath your red beneath your red
Beneath your red beneath your red beneath your red fingernails
Take the cash from my wallet take the shirt from my back
Torture my body stretch me out on the rack
You got the pleasure I need the pain
Tear me to pieces again and again
Beneath your red beneath your red
Beneath your red beneath your red fingernails
You're the angel of mercy
You're the queen of desire
Let me fall at your feet let me feel the fire
I'm gonna scream I'm gonna hurt
I'm just a victim I'm just dirt
Beneath your red beneath your red
Beneath your red beneath your red fingernails
My Heart Gets Blown To Bits (G.Macainsh)
Like a hand grenade
You pull out the pin
Five seconds
And the world caves in
My heart gets blown to bits
Yeah it shatters
My heart gets blown to bits
Yeah it splatters
You know a forty eight
Makes one big hole
You pull the trigger
Blow away my soul
My heart gets blown to bits
Yeah it shatters
My heart gets blown to bits
Yeah it splatters
My heart gets blown to bits
My heart gets blown to bits
My heart gets blown to bits
Bang bang bang bang
Loving you is like Vietnam
You do me damage you do me harm
I'm your friend not the enemy
I'm your lover not a mercenary
My heart gets blown to bits
Yeah it shatters
My heart gets blown to bits
Yeah it splatters
You turn Saturday night
Saturday night into a firefight
Firefight in a minefield
I don't wanna get killed
I don't wanna be alone
Alone in the combat zone
Alone with my AKM
I just wanna be your friend
My heart gets blown to bits
Yeah it shatters
My heart gets blown to bits
Yeah it splatters
My heart gets blown to bits
My heart gets blown to bits
My heart gets blown to bits
Bang bang bang bang
My heart gets blown to bits
Bang bang bang bang bang
Fathers And Daughters (G.Macainsh)
In a room with a view on the thirty-third floor
The ashtrays overflow
A bankers daughter gets up from the bed
And stares at the streets below
The day breaks ad the sun comes up
The night has been so kind
As she turns back to her sleeping man
The thoughts rush through her mind
What would daddy do if he saw me now
He might not recognise me anyhow
My long black hair is curled and blonde
And my innocence is long long gone
Fathers and daughters have a love that's blind
Never quite understanding while still being kind
Fathers and daughters can be so far away
One lives for the nights and one for the days
Fathers and daughters they speak of respect
But their conversations don't always connect
Fathers and daughters have a love that's blind
Never quite understanding while still being kind
Fathers and daughters can be so far away
One lives for the nights and one for the days
In a room with a view on the thirty-third floor
The phone is off the hook
And a bankers daughter goes back to bed
Seduced with just one look
The sun sets and the city lights up
The night flights burn the sky
As she reaches out for her sleeping man
She says with a smile
What would daddy do if he saw me now
He might not recognize me anyhow
My long black hair is curled and blonde
And my innocence is long gone
Fathers and daughters fathers and daughters
Fathers and daughters fathers and daughters
No Inspiration (G.Macainsh)
Why don't you take your Galliano
Cartier watch Porsche 924
Pack up your troubles in your Gucci luggage
And walk right out the door
Elvis Costello and XTC you never listened to that stuff
It just sat there on your coffee table till
I called your bluff
I don't get no inspiration I don't get no inspiration
I don't get no inspiration from you
You spend all day at the hairdressers
Tomorrow you're in overalls
Last night you were kissing strangers
Today your takin' no calls
Sometimes you do the housework
So you can abuse the maid
You've lost your sense of values honey
Underworked and overpaid
I don't get no inspiration I don't get no inspiration
I don't get no inspiration from you
I don't get no inspiration I don't get no inspiration
I don't get no inspiration from you
Someone's gotta love you and it won't be me
You think I'm dumb but I'm smart enough to see
You're about as useful as a Cleo magazine
I would get more sense from a pinball machine
Your idea of fashion your idea of taste
Is always someone else's style
You know it's such a waste
I don't get no inspiration I don't get no inspiration
I don't get no inspiration from you
I don't get no inspiration I don't get no inspiration
I don't get no inspiration from you
No no inspiration no no inspiration...
Keep The Junk In America (G.Macainsh)
I saw a light in the desert sky
Space station comin' down
I hope it don't fall on me
Twisted metal on the ground
I see pain in a young man's eyes
As he reaches for a fix
I see him shake when he's hangin' out
That's not what I call kicks
Keep the junk in America
Keep the junk in America
Keep that junk
Leave it where it belongs
I ate a burger and some fries
Mamma it made me so sick
They gave it to me with a smile
I know it was a trick
I heard some muzak on the radio
They play it every hour
I hear that garbage on the radio
And I sing it in the shower
Keep the junk in America
Keep the junk in America
Keep that junk
Leave it where it belongs
America she's got the best
She's also got the worst
But down here we get everything
Sometimes I think we're cursed
We gave them the boomerang
You know it just flew back
With stars and with stripes all over it
Radar on its track
There's a missile base just down the street
Where they fight the war
And when the rockets find it
I won't be here no more
Keep the junk in America
Keep the junk in America
Keep that junk
Leave it where it belongs
Keep the junk in America
Keep the junk in America
Over The Border (G.Macainsh)
Well I spent too long in the deep north
The land of the big peanut
It ain't that great
In the police state
They burn down the hippy's huts
They turn back the clocks a decade
They bust you for no reason
The sun shines the whole year round
The shotgun's still in season
Get me over the border
Get me over the border
Down to New South Wales
The girls are sweet and juicy
Oh so brown and blonde
But watch out for the young ones
You won't get no bond
They don't treat you too well
Down in Boggo Jail
Make a break make a break for the border
With the dogs runnin' on your tail
Over the border put some wind in my sails
Over the border get my wheels on the rails
Get me over the border down to New South Wales
It's a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to stay
I might want to march in the street some day
But old Joh won't let me have my say
So I'll get on down to Coolongatta and get on my way
Get over the border
Get this rocket on the rails
Put some wind in my sails
I got my foot to the floor
I don't know what I went there for
Get me out of Queensland
I'm only going back with a gun in my hand
I got me mango
One day they're gonna hang Joh
Over the border
Put some wind in my sails
Over the border
Get my wheels on the rails
Over the border
Down to New South Wales
Wrong Number But The Right Girl (G.Macainsh)
Hit the buttons on the touch phone
I hope that she's home
A sweet voice says come over right away
Ooh honey I just wanna play
Wait a minute not so quick
This ain't my girlfriend this ain't my chick
What the hell she sounds so fine
Hot and sweet comin' down the line
I got the wrong number but the right girl
Wrong number but the right girl
Wrong number but the right girl
I can't believe my luck
Get myself down to her street
Feelin' tired feelin' deadbeat
Forgot the number that she said
Should be home in my bed
That must be her on the sidewalk
But then again when I hear her talk
This ain't the girl on the telephone
What the heck she's takin' me home
Got the wrong number I lost my dime
But I had me a real good time
Operator I'm gonna complain
If you don't get me that number again
BONUS TRACKS AND SINGLES
Bedroom Eyes (G.Macainsh)
In a dark and smoke filled room
You're a stranger to this game
The wine has tricked your senses
But the scene remains the same
You feel her gaze upon you like a spotlight through the mist
All you hear is music with a beat you can't resist
And there she is with laughs and smiles
Maybe you will stay awhile
You can see how hard she tries
To catch you with those bedroom eyes
Eyes eyes those bedroom eyes
Eyes eyes those bedroom eyes
There you are together
You fill her empty glass
Your small talk is quickly fading
And soon the scene will pass
She leans against your shoulder
The party rushes on
Time is of the essence
'Cos soon she may be gone
This is no time to dramatize
There's no need to emphasize
You can feel how hard she tries
To touch you with those bedroom eyes
Eyes eyes those bedroom eyes
Eyes eyes those bedroom eyes
You summon up your courage
To try one more line
You ask her how she's feelin'
Her lips say just fine
The crowd they're all leavin'
And now the final test
She puts her arms around you
And whispers her address
It's a slow drive down those dark back streets
The windscreen wipers purr
She studies your expression
She's dressed in silk and fur
Suddenly you're at her door
And you know that it's no sin
As she takes you by the hand
Together you go in
Eyes eyes those bedroom eyes
Eyes eyes those bedroom eyes
Eyes that need to touch you
Eyes that need to be with you
Eyes that need to love you
Those bedroom eyes
Hot Rod James (G.Macainsh)
Life is just a V8 with extractors plated in chrome
It helps you get there faster
But it's no help if you're alone
Life is like a hot rod with a custom built front end
But you'll spin out on the corners if you don't have a friend
James was working in his garage
Late one summers night
On a chopped 32 three window coupe
That machine was such a beautiful sight
It had a 392 Chrysler V8
Injected and chromed all over
Four inch tubes and Cragar mags
It's a pity that James never drove her
Hot Rod James Hot Rod James
The road is waiting for you
Spent all your money on an automobile
But no one ever knew
James never thought about girls
He only thought about cars
Never went to the drive in
Or worried about singles bars
So it was after midnight
When he finally put down his wrench
Then in the dim light he saw her
Leaning against the bench
She said "James I have been waiting
For you to finish this car
It's taken you six years
To even get this far
All those nights I sat at home
Hopin' that you'd call
And take me to the movies
But now I have to crawl
On my hands and knees to make you see
That life is passing us by
Come on press the starter James
Come on give it a try"
Hot Rod James Hot Rod James
The road is waiting for you
The freeway wants to see you
And the girl in the chopped 32
James he was speechless
As he turned the key
And the motor purred so sweetly
Her hand was on his knee
He leaned back in those bucket seats
And saw those city lights
And thought about the girl
And those long hot summer nights
Hot Rod James Hot Rod James
The world is waiting for you
Life cries out to meet you
And the girl in the chopped 32
Life is like a camshaft
It has its ups and downs
Now James and the girl are happy
And they go out on the town
Now life may be a tune up
For the real thing
But James and the girl are happy
'Cos you can hear them sing
Hot Rod James Hot Rod James
The road is waiting for you
The freeway wants to see you
And that three window chopped 32
Party To End All Parties (G.Macainsh)
There was a rumour on the grapevine
The word had got around
There was a party goin' on
On the wild side of town
I said to Jody "do you wanna go?"
Now Jody likes to party
And I knew she wouldn't say no
Well we got the right street
But we got the wrong number
Then like a shot in the dark
We heard that thunder
Of the party to end all parties
Wildest one in the book
Party to end all parties
Step inside and take a look
Motor Bikin' Bobby said to Sleazy Sue
I know exactly what we are gonna do
We're goin' upstairs gonna lock the bedroom door
We're gonna party till we can't party anymore
At the party to end all parties
Turn of the century
Party to end all parties
A riot in the first degree
Party to end all parties
Party on the wild side of town
Party to end all parties
We ain't ever gonna live this down
Two guys in the bathroom
They've been there for an hour
Somebody said that they were takin' a shower
Jimmy couldn't wait so he kicked down the door
Found his girlfriend and the two guys
Havin' a party on the floor
At the party to end all parties
Wildest one in the book
Party to end all parties
Step inside and take a look .. at the party
Party to end all parties
Party on the wild side of town
Party to end all parties
We ain't ever gonna live this down
Don't Take Your Lurex To The Laundromat (G.Macainsh)
I took my lurex suit down to the laundromat
I tried to get it clean
But when I opened up that lid
You shoulda seen what I seen
Yeah I like to spark in my rhinestone jeans
You know I like to shine
But I just wrecked a hundred dollar suit
With a nickel, a quarter and a dime
Don't take your lurex to the laundromat
I tell you brother that's not where it's at
Don't take your lurex to the laundromat
If your suit's all dirty then I'm sorry 'bout that
Like a little satin love a little silk
To get me through the day
But I'm so depressed with all this dirt
That I'm gonna dress in grey
Don't take your lurex to the laundromat
And that goes for leather and lace
Don't take your lurex to the laundromat
It'll clean that smile right off your face
If you put in your velvet it'll come out a mess
If you wanna wash here better change your dress
Don't use the spin dry or the blue blue bleach
It'll total your threads like dry cleanin' a peach
Don't take your lurex to the laundromat
You wouldn't take a surfer to the snow
There's a place for everything
And for everything there's a place for it to go
You wouldn't take a blind man to the movies
You wouldn't take a surfer to the snow
Don't take your lurex to the laundromat
Cos' that's not the place for it to go
You're Like A Broken Gin Bottle Baby (G.Macainsh)
You're like a broken gin bottle baby
You smell so sweet and you're razor sharp
Maybe you're herald angel honey
But Sonny Boy done played your harp
You're like a sweet potato baby
Taste much better than you look
Maybe you're a gas oven baby
Take a raw boy and make him cook
You're like a Coca Cola bottle baby
Shake you up and you blow your top
Maybe you're a good guitar yeah
Play so cool and blow so hot
You're like a jet plane sugar
Scream so loud and go so fast
Maybe you're a nanpalm bomb darling
Every blast is gonna be your last
Jukebox In Siberia (G.Macainsh)
Way up on the Arctic coast
There's a club that's just the most
It's the place where the Russians go
When the party lines on hold
The best nightclub in the USSR
Music vodka caviar
It's the cossacks local spot
Where they come in from the cold to that....
Jukebox in Siberia
Pounding out hysteria
Get down get down Vladivostock
Drop a rouble in the slot of that
Jukebox in Siberia
Jukebox in Siberia
In the land of the midnight sun
Rasputin's having so much fun
Trotsky, Marx and Lenin too
They're all drinkin' at the bar
Kruschev he's there looking cool
Michael and Breznev shooting pool
Ivan's up from Gorky Park
To hang out with the Tzar at that....
Jukebox in Siberia
Deep in the interior
Get down get down Vladivostock
All the Russians wanna rock to that
Jukebox in Siberia
Pounding out hysteria
All the Russians wanna rock
Drop a rouble in the slot of that
Jukebox in Siberia
Jukebox in Siberia
When the needle hits that 45
All of Russia starts to jive
When Chuck Berry rings that bell
You know the revolution's alive and well
Deep beneath the Polar ice
The Yankee sailors are dressed up nice
Take the sub up to the top
So they can get on down
If you're CIA or KGB
They might let you in for free
There's a Red Star on the door
You can hear the sound...
Of Balalaika's ringing out
The Beatles singing Twist and Shout
I love the West I love their beer
I'm so glad Glasnost is here at that...
Jukebox in Siberia
Pounding out hysteria
Get down get down Vladivostock
Drop a rouble in the slot of that
Jukebox in Siberia
Jukebox in Siberia
All the Russians wanna rock
Drop a rouble in the slot of that
Jukebox in Siberia
Jukebox in Siberia
Tall Timber (G.Macainsh)
They built this house from tall timber
Cut it down in the mountain air
Building dreams in the city
Kept on going till the hills were bare
Came along with their axes
Brought their trucks and chainsaws too
And they cut down all that tall tall timber
Tall timber for me and you
She was a young girl she was a hero
Stood on the stage and the people cheered
But the critics cut her down to zero
Because she sang the words that they all feared
And they came with their axes
Brought their knives and opinions too
And they cut her down like tall tall timber
Tall timber in the mountain dew
Please don't cut down tall timber
Let it grow tall straight and true
In this world we need tall tall timber
Tall timber like me and you
He was a young man with a dream
To bring freedom to his land
Shared his voice with his brothers
In those Chinese streets he made a stand
And they came with their soldiers
Brought their tanks and machine guns too
And they cut down all that tall tall timber
Tall timber like me and you
Please don't cut down tall timber
Let it grow tall straight and true
In this world we need tall tall timber
Tall timber like me and you
The redgum and the kauri
The eucalypt and pine
The poets and the painters
Thinkers of the time
Don't cut down the timber
Or we'll be forever poor
Don't kill off our heroes
Or we'll never win the war
Now the sun's so strong that it burns my eyes
And the air's so bad that I can't breathe
The winter's warmer and the summer's hotter
I drive for miles and I don't see trees
And they came with their axes
Brought their knives and chainsaws too
And they cut down all that tall tall timber
Tall timber in the mountain dew
Daughters of Brighton (G.Macainsh)
Down at the Brighton Safeway parking lot
In the back seat of a Volvo we got so hot
A dress designer with a touch of mystique
She passed with style and scored with her technique
The daughters of Brighton The daughters of Brighton
When it comes to money they're definitely right on
The daughters of Brighton The daughters of Brighton
If they trust you enough they'll leave the lights on
Sunset at the beach during school holidays
With a sixteen year old goddess I had my way
Cheese cloth and denim, sand in my jeans
I was glad I was had, and so was the team
The daughters of Brighton The daughters of Brighton
When it comes to passion they're definitely right on
The daughters of Brighton The daughters of Brighton
If you should refuse her, then you've got a fight on
I'm obsessed with a girl who's seventeen
And always wears a twin set
And there's only one way to really find out
If she is truly a brunette
One thing that really makes a boy feel old
Is a girl who looks like her mother
But when a mother could pass for a daughter
A boy could take both for a lover
From eighteen till eighty from 8 until late
When parents or husbands are outa town
That's the time to do business
That's the time to drop down
Cos the door key will be under the mat
For you to enter for a cocktail and chat
The Great Australian Male (G.Macainsh)
Carefully trim that moustache
And slip on that polo neck
I'll just zip up my parka
Let's go up on deck
Yeah let's set the mainsail
Or play a game of tennis
Maybe get out the trail bikes
And call up Pete and Dennis
Oh he's great, he's great
The great Australian male
From the boardroom to the outback
He's the great Australian male
Gotta cut and polish the car
Better get some turtlewax
Some beer and oysters too
And then drop in at Jack's
We're goin' skiing on the weekend
With Helen, Bill and Pam
The wife's in the car out shopping
So we'd better go home by tram
And it's off to work on Monday
We're surveying a new estate
Just set up the tripod
There'll be no worries mate
Carefully cut that hardwood
Dovetail and glue that joint
Making some built-in cupboards
For that beach house on the point
The wife's havin' a baby
We hope that it's a boy
Send him to school and uni
Call him Michael or Roy
He'll have a great big fat future
In this land of ours
He'll dabble in the arts
And learn how to milk the cows
And he'll be great, he'll be great
A great Australian male
He may be a little dumb at times
But he's a great Australian male
Oh he's great, yes he's great
He's a great Australian male
He's white right and suntanned
He's a great Australian male
He'll be great yeah great
A great Australian male
At Xmas he'll be surfing
The great Australian male
His kids'll be playing football
While he drinks another ale
Oh he's great great....
Rolls Royce In The Swimming Pool (G.Macainsh)
Oh the decor in this hotel room it's cheap
With a sledgehammer and some dynamite
I can fix it up
But they always call the cops in such a hurry
While I just sign the cheque and move to the penthouse
And drive away...
In my Rolls Royce in the swimming pool
People say I'm a crazy fool
But there ain't no mileage in the being cool
Got the Rolls Royce in the swimming pool
The food in this restaurant it sucks
So I rearranged the table and the chandelier
The customers were disturbed they were irate
So I bought the place, sacked the chef
And drove away...
People used to call me Happy Jack
Some said I cried the tears of a clown
But I was just livin' life to the limit
Now I've gone to another town
With my Rolls Royce in the swimming pool
Throw in a Bentley or two
People say I'm a crazy fool
With my Rolls Royce in the swimming pool...
Sweet Sister (G.Macainsh)
You dance like you got eggs in your pocket
Got a picture of your daddy hidden in your locket
You think you got the whole world in your thighs
You think you got electricity in your smile
You're only eighteen drive your own car
Out smoking with the crowd or drinkin' in that bar
It's an easy scene you dig the way that you live
Don't let it hang when you got nothin' to give
Oh sweet sister the jokes on you
Oh sweet sister I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
Hey sweet sugar why don't you take the lead
I said oh sweet sister you don't know what you need
Your silk shirt hangs tight around your breast
And when you're twenty five you'll take your rest
With a doctor, a lawyer or some other fool
You would have turned them away if you were in school
You got the money and I got the time
I don't care if it's your house or mine
Just open your mouth and shut your mind
I won't be cruel and I won't be kind
Don't Suck It (G.Macainsh)
Crazy tripping mama she just got into town
Checking out that scene and throwing her weight around
Pissed up to the eyeballs and speeding off her brain
Screaming all the time like she's going insane
Giving you her body like it was for free
Don't laugh son 'cos it happened to me
Want some advice well I'll give you some
Don't suck it don't suck it don't suck it
Don't suck it don't suck it son
Pappy done told me and my sister did too
You watch that gal 'cos she's out to get you
Don't pick up things that you find in the street
And bring them home in their dirty bare feet
You never know where those things have been
Might catch something you know what I mean
Want some advice well I'll give you some
Don't suck it don't suck it don't suck it
Don't suck it don't suck it son
Opportunity Knocks (G.Macainsh)
Opportunity knocks
Sometimes it kicks down the door
Sometimes it forgets and leaves us alone
Opportunity knocks
Sometimes it kicks down the door
And those of us that let it in
We gotta live by those laws unknown
Opportunity knocks
Sometimes it rings a bell
Yeah we answer like Pavlov's dog
Opportunity knocks opportunity knocks
Yeah we answer like Pavlov's dog
And look for a chance in it's crazy catalogue
Look for a chance in it's crazy catalogue
Headful Of Numbers (G.Macainsh)
I got six percent on an eight year deal
Four figure advance and three square meals
I'm doing ninety miles an hour in the 60 K zone
My second wife's left me
In a one point seven five million dollar home
It's the third street on the left on fifth avenue
Twenty floors up with a first rate view
And I know my hearts been broken at least eleven times before
This ten year old Scotch I'm drinking
Is all I'm living for
Chorus
I gotta headful of number goin' round and round
Headful of numbers messing up my mind
Headful of numbers won't let me sleep
Headful of numbers wasting my time
On the twenty second hour of the twenty seventh day
There'll be two guys in the lobby come to take me away
I got ninety thousand shares in forty companies
But still my girlfriend keeps giving me the third degree
Chorus
You can count on love to shortchange you
But don't count on me to pull you through
You can keep a score add up the facts
You can call my bluff I may not call you back
She'll be twenty one in five days in six hundred dollars shoes
And I'm her thirteenth boyfriend with the thirty year old blues
It's four o'clock on Friday and I've had a three hour lunch
There's one thing she taught me
Eight Valium can really pack a punch
Chorus (twice)
Headful of numbers.....
Sittin' In A Bar In Adelaide (G.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
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
'Cos 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'n'roll show
Cos 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
'Cos if it ain't then you're not a free man
Do The Hook (G.Macainsh)
There's a new dance that's going around
It's easy to do just hang around
Do the Hook Do the Hook
It's something special quite profound
We ripped it off from the underground
Do the Hook Do the Hook
Now the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost
They just confessed that they think it's the most
Well they love the beat but they hate the sound
They get together just hang around and..
Do the Hook Do the Hook
Well I'm so cool that I'm icebound
But I get it together just to hang around and...
Do the Hook Do the Hook
Warm Wind In The City (G.Macainsh)
The Santa Ana breeze blows sweetly in the night
Sweeps the menus from the tables of sidewalk restaurants
I'm in love and I don't know why
But there's a warm wind in the city
There's a warm wind blowing tonight
Blowin' tonight
The Cadillacs purr down the six lanes looking for the exits
I got a problem with my heart I need someone to check it
I'm in love and I don't know why
And there's a warm wind in the city
Warm wind blowing tonight
Blowin' tonight
I sit watchin' the night birds fly over the water
And I'll say goodbye goodbye at the border
I'm a nightbird in love and I'm mesmerised
By the warm wind in the city by the warm wind
Blowin' tonight
Forging Ahead (R.Symons)
I got no gun in my pocket
Just got my suitcase in my hand
I walk right up to the window
I got my speeches all planned
'Cos every boy must make his fortune
Get in you car and cruise
Every stop light's just a caution
Take care 'cos you might lose
I watch the suit in the background
He's got a phone stuck to his ear
Another suit joins into listen
And then they turn round and stare
The teller looks at my number
The teller looks me in the eye
He sees my lips are faintly twitching
He sees my heels as I fly
'Cos every boy must make his fortune
Get in you car and cruise
Every stop light's just a caution
If that's the law you choose
If I can do a trick or two
It's gotta get you in
And if you think I'm thinking
That you haven't seen a thing
But this time I'm gonna hang ...
I let my suit do the talking
Don't wanna give myself away
My plea is please sir please sir ...
I'm just a child gone astray
But don't you ask for a whisper
Because you'll get not a word
Yeah I already made my statement
And now I'm forging ahead
'Cos every boy must make his fortune
Get in you car and cruise
Every stop light's just a caution
If that's the law you choose
If I can do a trick or two
It's gotta get you in
And if you think I'm thinking
That you haven't seen a thing
But this time I'm gonna hang on to my skin
Let it Rock (C.Berry)
In the heat of the day down in Mobil Alabama
I was working on the railroad with a steel drivin' hammer
Trying to get some money buy a pair of new shoes
trying to get a woman chase away my blues
Hot head wasted all sweating in the son
I won't see a woman till my work is all done
Maybe in the evening when the sun is sinking low
I'll be out waiting for my whistle to blow
Sitting in my teepee smoking out on the track
Jiving and singing till my foreman gets back
Suddenly I hear the brakeman up and shout
"There's a non stop train comin' two miles out"
Everybody's jumping and spinnin around
Trying to get a line and get the teepee down
Railroad owners 'bout to go insane
Trying to get the workers out of the way of the train
Here comes the engineer honkity honk
He's got a train he's gotta let it roll let it rock
Every Chase a Steeple (R.Symons)
Go to school act the fool
Learn to get up early
Take a seat be discrete
Don't you touch the girly
9 to 5 stay alive
Fill your head with fiction
At the school lose the rules
Bound to cause some friction
Ay Ay what's the point of trying to win
Ay Ay bound to get you in the end
Get a job shut your job
Try to make some money
9 to five stay alive
Makes the brain go runny
Answer back get the sack
Happy Hippy Hut (G.Macainsh)
Down a bush track off a dirt road
No milkbar no postcode
In the state of blissed out mind
It's always nineteen sixty nine
When hippy boy meets hippy girl
In Brunswick street tonight
She'll take him back to the hippy hut
Where everything's allright
Take off her cheesecloth kaftan
And brew some Jasmine tea
Read Kerouac and Ginsberg
And trip on poetry
Yeah we live our lives in a hippy hut
Our front door is never shut
There's love and peace out in the bush
Away from all that shove and push
Our Kombi van goes put put put
To our happy hippy happy hippy hippy hut
Wear a headband seek nirvana
Pack a bong and smoke banana
Tofu Gut and Lily Ponds
They dance along in leather thongs
We'll build a mudbrick heaven
Wear flowers in our hair
Potbelly stove and windchimes
Seagrass everywhere
We live our lives in a hippy hut
Our front door is never shut
There's love and peace out in the bush
Away from all that shove and push
And our Kombi van goes put put put
To our happy hippy happy hippy hippy hut
Now hippy girl and hippy guy
Lay the mattress on the floor
Burn that incense all night long
Submit to cosmic law
I searched the world for the Holy Grail
Pinned the donkey on the tail
I knew my life was in a rut
Till I found my hippy hut
Now we drink rainwater from a tank
Most of the time our mind's a blank
I get to feel just like a king
Up here where the bellbirds sing
We live our lives in a hippy hut
Our front door is never shut
It's the shack we call our home
And we never feel alone
Our Kombi van goes put put put
To our happy hippy happy hippy hippy hut
We all live in a hippy hut
Share the tomb with old King Tut
There's love and peace out in the bush
Away from all that shove and push
Our Kombi van goes put put put
To our happy hippy happy hippy hippy hut
Skyhooks Collection ("Lost" album)
TALL TIMBER
They built this house from tall timber
Cut it down in the mountain air
Building dreams in the city
Kept on going till the hills were bare
Came along with their axes
Brought their truck and chainsaws too
And they cut down all that tall tall timber
Tall timber for me and you
She was a young girl she was a hero
Stood on the stage and the people cheered
But the critics cut her down to zero
Because she sang the words they feared
And they came with their axes
Brought their knives and opinions too
And they cut her down like tall tall timber
Tall timber in the mountain dew
Please don't cut down tall timber
Let it grow tall straight and true
In this world we need tall tall timber
Tall timber like me and you
He was a young man with a dream
To bring freedom to his land
Shared his voice with his brothers
In those Chinese streets he made a stand
And they came with their soldiers
Brought their tanks and machine guns too
And they cut down all that tall tall timber
Tall timber like me and you
Please don't cut down tall timber
Let it grow tall straight and true
In this world we need tall tall timber
Tall timber like me and you
Please don't cut down tall timber
Let it grow tall straight and true
In this world we need tall tall timber
Tall timber like me and you
The redgum and the kauri
The eucalypt and pine
The poets and the painters
Thinkers of the time
Don't cut down the timber
Or we'll be forever poor
Don't kill off our heroes
Or we'll never win the war
Now the sun's so strong that it burns my eyes
And the air's so bad that I can't breathe
The winter's warmer and the summer's hotter
I drive for miles and I don't see one tree
And they came with their axes
Brought their knives and chainsaws too
And they cut down all that tall tall timber
Tall timber in the mountain dew
Please don't cut down tall timber
Let it grow tall straight and true
In this world we need tall tall timber
Tall timber like me and you
Please don't cut down tall timber
Let it grow tall straight and true
In this world we need tall tall timber
Tall timber like me and you
TIGER SNAKE KISS
She's crawling in the gutter
Along the Edgecliff Road
She's my North Shore Princess
Come to lighten my load
She's as sweet as honey cake
On the move and on the make
I start to sweat and I star to shake
When she gives me she gives me that
Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
That Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
When she starts to spit and when she starts to hiss
I love that Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
She'll inject the venom
In any kind of weather
She can sink her teeth
Through three inches of leather
When I see that yellow stripe
Sliding through the Toorak night
I know I'm gonn die of fright
When she gives me she gives me that
Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
That Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
When she starts to spit and when she starts to hiss
I love that Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
Ooh there is no antidote (and I like it like that)
Yeah I think this might be love ( yeah it just could be)
I'm ready to sign my life away (with a poison pen)
Here she comes here she comes again
Ooh there is no antidote (and I like it like that)
Yeah I think this might be love ( yeah it just could be)
Ooh another bad heartache (and I like it like that)
Here she comes here comes that tiger snake
Will you climb the ladder
Or will you feed the snake
Come on roll the dice
And see which chance you take
She'll be waiting in the grass
Oooh she's gonna strike so fast
You'll resist but you won't last
When she gives you that
Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
That Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
When she starts to spit and when she starts to hiss
I love that Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
Ooh there is no antidote (and I like it like that)
Yeah I think this might be love ( yeah it just could be)
I'm ready to sign my life away (with a poison pen)
Here she comes here she comes again
Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
That Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
When she starts to spit and when she starts to hiss
I love that Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
That Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
When she starts to spit and when she starts to hiss
That Tiger that Tiger that Tiger that Tiger snake kiss
That Tiger Snake That Tiger Snake Kiss
POWDERTOWN
Josie lives in a two room flat
Just across from the elevator door
She spends her days just gettin high
Up on the sixteenth floor
She's working nights but she'd rather not say
Just what she does to collect her pay
Not everything is heaven sent
It is what it is and it pays the rent
Some dreams were never meant in Powdertown
Frankie looks like a nice young cop
But he's got an old cops face
He believed in truth and justice
Till they took him off the case
Now he's walkin the beat on the wrong side of town
Bustin drunks and shakin them down
Don't ask him who he's working for
All he knows is the laws the law
And it'll be like this for evermore in Powdertown
The thunder rolls and the rain pours down
But it can't wash away the dirt
It can't wash away the memories
That make this old town hurt
Years go by Everyone gets older
The steel begins to rust
Life goes on and the lights go out
And dreams they turn to dust
Stevie says he's a business man
But that's no business of yours
He buys and sells commodities
That come from distant shores
Briefcase full of unmarked bills
Come get your love get your thrills
He's the man who sells you fun
Hides his face but he shows his gun
Some people never see the sun in Powdertown
So if you're driving through one day
And see that exit sign
You might slow down take a look
Risk a parking fine
But if you're smart you'll pass on by
Get where you're goin kiss this place goodbye
Not everything is heaven sent
It is what it is and it pays the rent
Some dreams were never meant like Powdertown
KOOYONG DOLLAR
I rent a flat in Highett
I eat at Hungry Jacks
I was born in the Fifties
On the wrong side of the tracks
I was married but she left me
For a plumber from Prahran
Now I see my kids on weekends
I'm a halfway happy man but ...
But when I get my hands on a Kooyong Dollar
I'm gonna be a hard act to follow
I'm gonna rip of this dirty blue collar
When I get my hands on a Kooyong dollar
Well I'm from the south of South Road
The great artistic void
But I know a great Brett Whitely
Drysdale or Boyd
I love a classic landscape
I know a good red wine
And lately I've been thinkin
That the good life should be mine
When I get my hands on a Kooyong Dollar
I'm gonna be a hard act to follow
That cheap champagne will be real hard to swallow
When I get my hands on a Kooyong dollar
OOh that blue ribbon luck just grows and grows
Like honey old money flows and flows and it flows and flows
But when I get my hands on a Kooyong Dollar
I'm gonna be a hard act to follow
I'm gonna rip of this dirty blue collar
When I get my hands on a Kooyong dollar
I've tried so hard to shake it
And lose that convict streak
I'm an A grade mechanic
I get 450 clear a week
My Ford dropped a tail shaft
On Scotch College Hill
But I know it won't be too long
Till I get my fingers in the till and..
OOh that blue ribbon luck just grows and grows
Like honey old money flows and flows and it flows and flows
When I get my hands on a Kooyong Dollar
I'm gonna be a hard act to follow
That cheap champagne will be real hard to swallow
When I get my hands on a Kooyong dollar
But when I get my hands on a Kooyong Dollar
I'm gonna be a hard act to follow
I'm gonna rip of this dirty blue collar
When I get my hands on a Kooyong dollar
KICKBACK
You cut the cake I'll take the cream
I'll keep the check You can have the dream
Give me the key you can have the suite
You pay the cops and I'll buy the street (with a)
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours
Ring my bell and I'll open your door
Give me one and I'll give you two
Do it for me and I'll do it for you
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
Everybody likes a little action on the side
Everybody likes a little piece that they can hide
Everybody likes to keep their balance in the black
(with a little .....)
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
Come come up to my room maybe I will play your tune
Cut cut me a line maybe I will make some time
Show show show me cash I'll be there right in a flash
Let me feel if it's real then maybe I will seal the deal
Everybody likes a little action on the side
Everybody likes a little piece that they can hide
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
You got permission and I get commission
I'll make it nice if I get my price
You pay your dues and you can't lose
I love you honey now where's the money
No this ain't funny we're talking about talkin bout my..
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
Kickback kickback kick it back kick it back to me
HAPPY HIPPY HUT
Down a bush track off a dirt road
No milkbar no postcode
In the state of blissed out mind
It's always nineteen sixty nine
Ah when hippy boy meets hippy girl
In Brunswick street tonight
She'll take him back to the hippy hut
Where everything's allright
Take off her cheesecloth kaftan
And brew some Jasmine tea
Read Kerouac and Ginsberg
And trip on poetry
Yeah we live our lives in a hippy hut
Our front door is never shut
There's love and peace out in the bush
Away from all the shove and push
And our Kombi van goes put put put
To our happy hippy happy hippy hippy hut
Wear a headband seek nirvana
Pack a bong and smoke banana
Tofu gut and Lily Ponds
They dance along in leather thongs
Ah we'll build a mudbrick heaven
Wear flowers in our hair
Potbelly stove and windchimes
Seagrass everywhere
Yeah we live our lives in a hippy hut
Our front door is never shut
There's love and peace out in the bush
Away from all the shove and push
And our Kombi van goes put put put
To our happy hippy happy hippy hippy hut
Now hippy girl and hippy guy
Lay the mattress on the floor
Burn that incense all night long
Submit to cosmic law
I searched the world for the Holy Grail
Pinned the donkey on the tail
I knew my life was in a rut
Till I found my hippy hut
Now we drink rainwater from a tank
Most of the time our minds a blank
I get to feel just like a king
Up here where the bellbirds sing
We live our lives in a hippy hut
Our front door is never shut
It's the shack we call our home
And we never feel alone
Our Kombi van goes put put put
To our happy hippy happy hippy hippy hut
Yeah we live our lives in a hippy hut
Share the tomb with old King Tut
There's love and peace out in the bush
Away from all the shove and push
And our Kombi van goes put put put
To our happy hippy happy hippy hippy hut
THE BLACK AND WHITE BAR
Let's go down to the black and white bar
Sit at the black and white tables
Drink black and white coffee tell black and white lies
Read the black and white paper
Lets go down to the black and white bar
Dance on the black and white marble
Get ourselves in a black and white mood
And talk that black and white garble
Let's go down to the black and white bar
Get some black and white powder
Lay some lines on the black and white girls
And turn that music louder
We all are colour blind
But we don't mind
We've never seen a rainbow
We've never dressed in day glo
Let's go down to the black and white bar
Let's go down to the black and white bar
Let's get it right get it down tonight
Down in Black and white down in the black and white bar
Let's get down to the black and white bar
Spend some black and white money
Plan and scheme dream black and white dreams
Taste some black and white honey
Let's drive on down to the black and white bar
Through Black and white streets in a Black and white car
Play black licks on a white guitar
Make it big be a black and white star
We all are colour blind
But we don't mind
We've never seen a rainbow
We play dice and dominoes
Let's go down to the black and white bar
Let's go down to the black and white bar
Let's get it right get it down tonight
Down in Black and white down in the black and white bar
We live on the chessboard
Make our moves from black to white
No shades of grey no middle ground
It's night or day it's left or right
Meet me down at the black and white bar
Be there at the black and white hour
You can state your case and deal the ace
Feel the black and white power
Won't you come to the black and white bar
And watch the black and white dancers
Let me know if it's yes or no
I deal in black and white answers
We all are colour blind
But we don't mind
We've never seen a rainbow
This is the world that we know
No yellow green or white or red
Not a colour in our head
We've never seen a blue sky
It's black and white and then we die
Let's go down to the black and white bar
Let's go down to the black and white bar
Let's get it right get it down tonight
Down in Black and white down in the black and white bar
Let's go down to the black and white bar
Let's go down to the black and white bar
Let's get it right get it down tonight
Down in lack and white down in the black and white bar
1976 GUITAR
In 68 I bought an axe at the local music shop
Took it home and tuned it up and I began to bop
Played that thing all night and day each fret from neck to nut
There weren't no riff I did not know no lick I could not cut
In 73 I joined a band and wrote some snappy tunes
Went out to play six nights a week to all you drunken hoons
From Leederville to Bondi the news it travelled far
That maybe we could play that 1976 guitar
Wah wah pedal old Vox amp Marshall and a Fender
Plug em in and tune em up it's the sound we all remember
In 74 we got tight in 75 we starred
Then we knew we had to play that 1976 guitar
All the way to number one the music did not stop
We were high and mighty but it's lonely at the top
Then one night I met a girl at the Sebel bar
And she taught me how to play that 1976 guitar
Wah wah pedal old Vox amp Marshall and a Fender
Plug em in and tune em up it's the sound we all remember
We were coming close close but no cigar
Then I found the key to play that 1976 guitar
Ooh itıs been a long time
Since I've opened up that case
Plugged it in and gave the next door neighbours just a taste
I know we weaved some magic up upon that stage
And somewhere in the spotlight I think we came of age
But I learnt one simple lesson - No matter who you are
Maybe you can play that 1976 guitar
Wah wah pedal old Vox amp Marshall and a Fender
Plug em in and tune em up it's the sound we all remember
In 74 we got tight in 75 we starred
Then we learned to play that 1976 guitar
If you walk the walk no matter who you are
You can learn to play that 1976 guitar
Could be a Gibson Les Paul or Fender Jaguar
Just as long as she's a 1976 guitar
Just as long as she's a 1976 guitar
JUKEBOX IN SIBERIA
Way up on the Arctic coast
There's a club that's just the most
It's the place the Russians go
When the party lines on hold
The best nite club in the USSR
Music Vodka Caviar
It's the cossacks local spot
They come in from the cold to that...
Jukebox in Siberia Pounding out hysteria
Get down get down Vladivostock
Drop a rouble in the slot of that
Jukebox in Siberia Juke box in Siberia
In the land of the midnight sun
Rasputin's having so much fun
Trotsky Marx and Lenin too
They're all drinkin at the bar
Kruschev he's there looking cool
Michael and Breznev shooting pool
Ivan's up from Gorky Park
To hang out with the Tzar at that...
Jukebox in Siberia Deep in the interior
Get down get down Vladivostock
All the Russians wanna rock to that
Jukebox in Siberia pounding out hysteria
All the Russians wanna rock
Drop a rouble in the slot of that
JukeBox in Siberia Jukebox in Siberia
When the needle hits that 45
All of Russia starts to jive
When old Chuck Berry rings that bell
You know the revolution's alive and well
Deep beneath the Polar ice
The Yankee sailors dress up nice
Take the sub up to the top
So they can get on down
If you're CIA or KGB
They might let you in for free
There's a Red Star on the door
You can hear the sound ...
Of Balalaika's ringing out
The Beatles singing Twist and Shout
I love the West I love their beer
I'm so glad Glasnost is here at that..
Jukebox in Siberia Pounding out hysteria
Get down get down Vladivostock
Drop a rouble in the slot of that
Jukebox in Siberia Juke box in Siberia
All the Russians wanna rock
Drop a rouble in the slot of that
Jukebox in Siberia Pounding out hysteria
All the Russians wanna rock
Drop a rouble in the slot of that
Jukebox in Siberia Juke box in Siberia
Jukebox in Siberia Jukebox in Siberia
(IN THE) WESTGATE LIGHT
Sometimes when I'm driving
Driving all night long
My mind gets round to thinking
About the place that I belong
I gotta make it to the river
And see the water shining bright
In the Westgate light
In the Westgate light
The steelyards and the factories
Standing in the rain
The empty streets and houses
This place will never change
When I get off that freeway
I know I'm gonna feel alright
In the Westgate light
In the Westgate light
In the Westgate light
In the Westgate light
When I look out on this city
From way up on that bridge
I see a million diamonds shining in the night
There's a million people out there
Who don't even know my name
But I know that's where my friends are
So I love em just the same
Solo
I know that she'll be waiting
For me to come around
We'll listen to those foghorns moan
When I shut this motor down
We'll stand out on the balcony
And hold each other tight
In the Westgate light .....
unreleased and rare songs
Funky and Gay (Words and Music Greg Macainsh, Solid Music Publishing 1979)
He's got a beard he's wearin' aftershave
And a diamond in his left ear lobe
You can see him at any place around town
Dancing under the strobe
A little raw silk and a few gold rings
Pop some amyl nitrate he'll do anything
His mother's proud of her eldest son (only)
Dad ain't too happy but he's no fun
How can I describe him what more can I say
I guess he's just funky Funky and Gay
Funky funky funky and gay
Funky funky funky and gay
Funky funky so funky
Funky funky hey hey hey hey
He's got so many friends who need girls
When the action's running this hot
Drop in at the bar and then off to the spa
Oooh I almost forgot
Some tight white jeans and Italian boots
This guy is macho but he looks so cute
His sister's an actress (you know) she understands
But his brother don't care he's in a rock 'n roll band
How can I describe him what more can I say
I guess he's just funky Funky and Gay
Funky funky funky and gay
Funky funky funky and gay
Funky funky so funky
Funky funky hey hey hey hey
He's got a good business selling this and that
The ladies think that he's got charm
And just for appearance he let's them be seen
Hanging on to his arm
Drinking Dom Perignon on opening night
And beer at the football
He's such a wonderful sight
He just had to do what he felt inside
Come out of the closet and take a ride
Get the picture what more can I say
Except he's just funky funky and gay
Funky funky funky and gay
Funky funky funky and gay
Funky funky so funky
Funky funky hey hey hey hey
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