A Drunken Giggle As You Find The Key to Your Little Flat That Overlooks The Sea excuse The Mess, Put On The Colour Tv and It's Nightmoves it's Nightmoves
you've Been Dancing In Your Disco Tights you Feel A Bit Nervous So You Dim The Lights a Little Bob Seger, But That's Alright 'cause I'm House-Trained i'm House-Trained
you Give Me Scotch And Water and Now We're Messing Up The Furniture 'sea Breezes' Daughter Can't Stay
and Everybody Is Broken Anyway and Everybody Is Chokin' On A Hangman's Wage
let's Go Away On Anzac Day i Know A Place Where We Can Stay a Unit At Apollo Bay among The Palm Trees the Goddamn Palm Trees
no More Vodka Shooters now We're Messing Up The Subaru we Missed Mallacoota again.
and Everybody Is Broken Anyway and Everybody Is Chokin' On A Hangman's Wage
though Your Daddy's Real White Trash we Could Be Fat, Dumb And Happy caravans And Cold, Hard Cash my Glamourpuss my Glamourpuss
let's Play In Your Jean Traffic glamourpuss zebra Throw-Rug Pornographic glamourpuss annex, Incense, Satin Sapphic glamourpuss glamour Puss
and Everybody Is Broken Anyway and Everybody Is Chokin' On A Hangman's Wage
you Say Your Boyfriend's Some D.j. And You're Au Fait With Some D.j. parked His Coupe At Some Cafe where His Latte Can Hiss Shout Au Lait must Be The Palm Trees Among The Palm Trees another Cliche.
and Your Friends Are So Naive the Stupid Things That They Believe