Lyrics:

Misfits

Cold Chisel



Surfboards through the turnstiles

Speedboats on the bay

All around the seagulls scream

Children out to play

The ferry sits like a holiday

As the harbours heaves and sweats

Like the faded jeans and tubetops

On the manly nymphets

On the beach I'm called aparral

In the west I'm a fast young fool

In the church I'm irresponsible

In the clubs I'm called uncool



Well youth is my advantage

Anonymity my reward

While the world's being measured

For a uniform

It's my luxury to be ignored



Misfit, baby misfit

I roll it round my mind

They tear apart this teenage heart

To see what they might find

Misfit, baby misfit

I roll it round my mind



Last long weekend we were hoonin' around

Had a party round at Monica's place

She played Mozart with my feelings

And havoc with my face

And the working woman in the house next door

Rang the police around ten

She'd give twenty years off the end of her life

Just to be sixteen again







Submitted by syz