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    "You Gotta Love This City" Lyrics

    The Whitlams

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    You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
    You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city

    Too sick for breakfast, the car wouldn't start
    The train was really full, and his girlfriend had a boyfriend
    The houses all the same, now here's the rain
    Not falling but collapsing at his feet
    Deep breath and he clocks on, raincoat on his arm
    He wishes the hours would disappear

    But the trip's in vain 'cause awaiting him
    A lay-off notice and his severance pay
    He shuffles back to the train again
    You gotta love this city

    You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
    You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city

    Back home he lies in bed for days and days
    Watching American television, smoking
    And playing with himself ringing double-O double-5
    Into town on Thursday night
    The girls are pretty and the lights are bright
    At least he loves his city

    Holding court on Taylor Square proper was the man he could become
    Lear's Fool is a bum now
    With seven holy parcels by his side

    You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
    You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city

    He walks along the foreshore, he's got a bottle
    And he's breathing with his city

    It was busy everywhere he went
    There was a crowd over the bay
    And a fireworks display
    It's all very strange for a Thursday night thought he
    Then it dawns on him as a cracker explodes
    And who the hell is he going to blame?
    It dawns on him - the horror - we got the Olympic Games

    You gotta love this city for its body and not its brain

    And he screams "My city is a whore, opened herself to the world
    Jumped up and down in pastel shirts
    And lathered up thinking about designs for T-shirts"

    You gotta love this city for its body and not its brain

    It's more than he can take, and the stars' reflection breaks
    'Cause you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it enjoy the view
    You gotta love this city
    He's had enough and he sinks to the bottom
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Emi Music Publishing.
    Written by Timothy Freedman.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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