But were not singing, were just dancing
Oh yeah
No I don’t like this one

People who always call you young
Believe in things that can’t be done

Last chance saloon at the quarter past the hour
In a hole round the corner called the Hammerstaff Moon
There’s a [bad word] for the power of a bang in a wagon
friend that fell off down in portabagluesniff????
Fluent in Italian a Spanish brat stallion
Fought with the courage of a hundred lost galleons
Sank to the bottom of a foreigners shore
Wind down with valium and walk to the store

People who always call you young
Believe in things that can’t be done

From the middle of September I was sitting with a member
Of a band full of brandy crew out in the bush
With a bra player show when were hyping there records
That we’ll probably sample tighten up cos there loose
It’s a sing a long a sing song down a alley ding dong
Drinking a Berocca burn on a hard juice
I’m a better go home cow got see my friends now
Gotta hang up all my travelling shoes
 [bad word] in is all that I’ve got
I feel finding a time when I’m feeling lost
As soon as a girl that I [bad word] [bad word] lost around til she throws me down

People who always call you young
Believe in things that can’t be done

Well I say [bad word] em
Yeah man you can can