You Sound Like Louis Burdett Lyrics & Tabs by The Whitlams
You Sound Like Louis Burdett
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Had a little bit to drink, yeah
Had a little bit of worn attitude im leashed to
And not too much oh my goodness sire
Couldn't be too serious in a room full of jack knife vibes
Stop talking bout the years
'Cuz you sound like Louis Burdett, yeah
And we rode home to my back shed
Play some poker, scratch my head
Forget the sky its sparked with flame
Where would I go on holiday?
We'll wear the fortunes down the aisles
And down the streets of Neutral Bay
I'm chewin' nice n grinnin'
Spewin' up n spinnin'
It's billiousness-ness-ness
I'm chewin' nice n grinnin'
Spewin' up n spinnin'
It's billiousness-ness-ness
Hmm, ness-ness
Hmm, billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen
Hey you, wanna lose that friend, before we go anywhere
What's a honey might see me alone
Stop baggin' out the band
You sound like Louis Burdett, yeah
And all my friends are fuck-ups
But they're fun to have around
We're gunna jazz out on the concrete
Tellin' stories to the stars
Geminis and wooden dragons heads
Down the streets in Neutral Bay
The moment the night wears out
The unsightly appears
Always said the morning tastes like wine
Tastes like wine in Tempe
I feel so good I, just to lie awake
Yeah, you got 'em on the bald head
Tell me bout a dream, Louis
Something obscene, Louis
You're life it's an open magazine Louis, hey hey hey!
Dream Louis, dream
I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere, but nowhere, nowhere 'round me.
Nowhere
By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating
And the rains in Tempe and the planes reminds of family parties
That girl there's gotta stop talkin'
Frustratin'
I'm startin' to sound like Louis!
And we rode home to my back shed
Play some poker, scratch my head
Forget the sky its sparked with flame
Where would I go on holiday?
We'll wear the fortunes down the aisles
And down the streets of Neutral Bay
And all my friends are fuck-ups
But they're fun to have around
We're gunna jazz out on the concrete
Tellin' stories to the stars
Geminis and wooden dragons heads
Down the streets in Neutral Bay
Most of my friends are very fruity indeed
But such fun to have around
Terror, like charity, begins at home
Chris, you dont like madness, but madness likes him
And he's got a benga in his chest, saying how he should have missed
And we rode home to my back shed
Play some poker, scratch my head
Forget the sky its sparked with flame
Where would i go on holiday?
We'll wear the fortunes down the aisles
And down the streets of Neutral Bay
And my friends are completely fucked-up
They're such fun to have around
We're gunna jazz out on the concrete, yeah
Tellin' stories to the stars
Geminis and wooden dragons heads
Down the streets, Louis
Whoa... Bay!
