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The Whitlams( Whitlams )
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Year of the Rat
Creeping into town with all these changes in my head Funny how my old haunts all look new A taxi from the airport to the Paris end of King I'll drop my bags I'll see who's in
My dirty streets My fabulous friends Here I am In your arms again
It's easy being famous in Sydney 'Cause everyone's a star But it's got to be deepest darkest night For you to see them all
There's beer and women even for the thinking man Join the circus come on down I've heard they'll even stop kicking you Just before you hit the ground
My dirty streets My fabulous friends Yeah here I am In your arms again I'll get a shine-on All night and day You rough me up 'Til I gotta get away
You know I love you but you try and kill me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Gotta hold your head up in the Year of the Rat Newtown I love you but you try and kill me Gotta hold your head up in the Year of the Rat Tat, a tat-tat, tat
Second rower with the earpiece and the rumble in his eye Making sure that I don't stumble, wishes all the freaks'd die Over there a plain-clothes cop looking at his watch a lot Wondering is it time to call in the dogs
My dirty streets My fabulous friends Here I am In your arms again I'll get a shine-on All night and day You rough me up 'Til I gotta get away
You know I love you but you try and kill me Gotta hold your head up in the Year of the Rat Newtown I love you but you try and kill me Gotta hold your head up in the Year of the Rat Tat, a tat-tat, tat
You know I love you but you try and kill me You know I love you but you try and kill me, yeah
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