wont drink wont smoke wont get home at a hundred oclock nobodys gunna satasify me except you, a baby and a colour tv it was always in my pride now im fallen over the line always a sad day have to let me go you got it all to get me home you quiet me down your all over the place and i aint find anyone keep my feet on the ground,no it cant be bigger than my old habbit over my dead body but still if i ever wake up in the morning ill be royal in the afternoon words of the drunk fay with the light satin deliver and the goods are allright hes at home countin the dow im standing here for the last through chorus i love nina bens gay and he smell like cheese on a stick
Artist: The Whitlams
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