You Sound Like Louis Burdett Lyrics

You Sound Like Louis Burdett lyrics

Had a little bit to drink

There's a little thing I want at a do out
East

Nothing too emotional, my good miss

I couldn't be serious in a
room full of jack-knife eyes

Stop talking 'bout the years--you sound like
Louis Burdett



And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker,
scratch my head

Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on
holidays?

Roll with the punches, down the aisles and down the street the
weeks roll by.



I'm chewing ice and grinning, I'm spewing up and
spinning

It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen

Hey
you, lose that friend before we go anywhere

What? Someone might see you
alone?

Stop bagging out the band, you sound like Louis Burdett



All my friends are fuck-ups but they're fun to have around

Banana
chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the stars

how Gemini's
love Wooden Dragons, and how down the street the weeks roll by



The
moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappears

They're all asleep but
the morning tastes like wine

It tastes like wine in Tempe

I feel so
good I might just wake him up

Pat him on the bald head--

tell me
'bout a dream Louis

something obscene Louis

Your life is an open
magazine Louis



I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub

Sex is everywhere but nowhere 'round me

By the time she gets to
Marrickville we'll be masturbating

never rains in Tempe but the planes
remind me of family money and the lack down here

Stop talking frustrated,
'cause I sound like Louis Burdett



Most of my friends are very
fruity indeed such fun to have around

Terror, like charity, begins at
home

Chris don't like madness, but madness likes him 

He's got a
finger in his chest