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    "You Sound Like Louis Burdett" Lyrics

    The Whitlams

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    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 saying how it should have been
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Emi Music Publishing.
    Written by Mark Wells, Timothy Freedman.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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