Versuri Australian Crawl - Unpublished critics
Well I-m a most shy romantic with my eyes on the loose
I-m in an overcoated way-ay
A poet in a garret
You know some people say-ay-yay
Standing at the barline with my lip on the curl
I-m with the other lean and lear-ear
My finger on their pulse
And my ha-and around a beer-eer
Ah-ahh-ah, well I don-t wanna know what-s goin- round-a here-ere-ere
Ah-ahh-ah, it-s just a matter of ti-ime, hold it under li-ight
Ah-ahh-ah, I-ve got to get away, to get away, to get away-ay
The singer in the band, you know he sweat on a pose
And he-s really such a jerk
Thinks he can call me stupid
Because he gets a lot of wor-ork
I-m standing in the background, got my arms on the fold
And every dog-s gonna have its day-ay-yay
A New Musical Express and my own four way P.A.
Ah-ahh-ah, well I don-t wanna know what-s goin- round-a here-ere-ere
Ah-ahh-ah, it-s just a matter of time, hold it under li-ight
Ah-ahh-ah, I-ve got to get away, to get away, to get away-ay
Well, I-ve been reading those biographies in paperback
I-ve got a death-wish that I can-t explai-ain
I-ve been working on their petulance
And the urchin took my-y name
Ah-ahh-ah, well I don-t wanna know what-s goin- round-a here-ere-ere
Ah-ahh-ah, it-s just a matter of time, hold it under li-ïght
Ah-ahh-ah, I-ve got to get away, to get away, to get away-ay
Oh you know I-ve got to get away
No you know, you know, you know-ow
No you know, I-ve got to get away
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