Had a little bit to drink   Yeah, 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, roll by      I'm chewing ice and grinning, I'm spewing up and spinning   It's biliousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen   Hey you, don't lose that friend before we go anywhere   What? Someone might see you alone?   Stop bagging out the band, you sound like Louis Burdett      And 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, yeah   And how down the street the weeks roll by, weeks roll by      The moment the night wears off, the bomb site reappears   They're all asleep but the morning tastes like wine   It tastes like wine in Tempe, I feel so good I just might wake him up   Pat him on the bald head, tell me about a dream Louis   Something obscene Louis, your life's an open magazine Louis      I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub   Sex is everywhere but nowhere 'round me, nowhere 'round   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, yeah      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, roll by      Yeah, and 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, yeah   And how the weeks roll by      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   Yeah, they're saying how it should have been      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   Down the street the weeks roll by      My friends are completely fucks   But they're such 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