1. |
Bottle-O Farrell
02:20
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There’s me
on a service station TV screen.
I’ll take another look
as I make my way to the coffee machine.
Another Wednesday afternoon,
you’re best dressed at the protest.
Maybe
I spoke too soon.
On the beach
on the car radio.
I don’t need no…
or maybe I do
‘cos the Bottle-O’s all close at 10
and I’m still hoping to be around by then.
Splash down on the sand.
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2. |
Ultra Sound
01:31
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I find it hard to sit with myself right now,
I try to sleep but don’t know how.
I’m gonna get an Ultra Sound.
I hope the doctor’s ultra-sound.
‘Cos if he ain’t tender
I’ll be yelping like a hound.
And as he waves his magic wand,
I hope I don’t wave mine back.
‘Cos if he gets the wrong impression
he might book another session.
I’m gonna get an Ultra Sound.
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3. |
April
03:51
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Woke up in the month of your name,
I never knew what I wanted to do.
went upstairs and poured my Weet-Bix™
to a bowl of warm Toohey's New™.
Haven’t been to Coles™ in a while,
it’s been mince meat three times this week.
That’s ok, the newspaper says it’s
all i really need to eat.
April I won’t lie,
I guess we never saw eye to eye.
Like the paint peeling from my bedroom wall,
it’s just another thing for me to ignore.
Thought I saw you working at the coffee shop where
I thought I saw the guy from A Current Affair™
breaking in to an expensive car
without a care.
And I thought I saw you standing at the bus stop or
in the line outside Clem’s Chicken Shop™®
in a car, in the rain
down south.
April I won’t lie,
I guess we never saw eye to eye.
Like the paint peeling from my bedroom wall,
it’s just another thing for me to ignore.
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4. |
Boy
03:22
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My boy
Can’t wear his jeans any tighter
Hey boy
Can you lend me a lighter?
He wants to
Show me things he can do
Wants to seem like he has it together
But hey I know that it just aint true
Have you ever thought that maybe your part of the problem?
I don’t want you to think you have something to prove
Hey I’m just telling the truth
I think I’m ready to leave now
Think I’m ready to leave now
My boy
Wants to prove he’s a man
Hey boy
I think I’ll run while I can
He won’t
Believe a word that I say
I guess it’s too much to think
You can have it your way
Have you ever thought that maybe your part of the problem?
I don’t want you to think you have something to prove
Hey I’m just telling the truth
I think I’m ready to go back home now
Think I’m ready to go back home now
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5. |
Trainee Masseuse
02:45
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I bought some KY for your inner thigh
I heard it stops your undies chafing your chafe.
Let me apply it, it’ll be a riot.
Nothing sexual just gotta get used to it for Tafe.
I’m a trainee masseuse, dad thinks i’m a goose
rubbing foreign liquids on strangers’ flesh.
But it’s my passion, he’s so old fashion,
if your groin’s tight we’ll have a quick sesh.
Relax, I’m just rubbing my fist into your buttock.
I’m semi-pro, you could trust me with your life.
By the time it’s over the ‘Cliffs of Dover’
will be your new scent and you’ll spiritually ascend.
I’ll rearrange your aura so it’s shaped like a menorah
then hopefully you get along better with your jewish friends.
I’m not saying you’re racist, it’s just the way your moustache
naturally grows makes me feel uneasy.
I could give that a wax, Chaplin’s probably expecting it back
and finish it all off with a game of Parcheesi.
Relax, it’s not like i’m a professional Parcheesi player.
I’m semi pro, I’ll go easy on you though
the first few times.
You’ll never roll a five.
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6. |
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Petrol fumes, car show rooms,
your name torn from the corner of a page in my book.
I’ll wait ’til the postman leaves,
hear the noise from a tv out on the street.
I’m glad you’re making tracks,
I’m glad it’s all under wraps
‘cos i’m so out of time
like stone caked on stone.
Liquor green lights by your window,
they don’t know what’s really going on below.
I’m glad you’re making tracks
I’m glad it’s all under wraps.
I’m glad you’re making tracks
I’m glad it’s all under wraps.
‘cos I’m so out of time
like stone caked on stone
yeah I’m so out of time.
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