I opened a notebook, it read “The Darlinghurst Years” I snapped it shut, but out jumped some tears I didn't have to read it, it all came back Dragging my fingers through my hair Hidding behind her back
Gut rot cappuccino, gut rot spaghetti Gut rot rock'n'roll through the eyes of Frank Brunetti
And always the traffic, always the lights Joe played the cello through those Darlinghurst Nights
One more coffee, then I must go Back to my room more chapters to go We'll meet up in an alley with more places I know
I'm going to change my appearance everyday I'm going to write a movie and then I'm going to star In a play I'm going to go to Caracas because you know I'm Just going to have to get away
Marjorie and Kim, Andy and Clint, Debbie, Bertie People came and went And then there was Suzie who we never ever saw again
And always the traffic, always the lights Joe played the cello through those Darlinghurst Nights
And always the traffic, always the lights Climbing that hill star studded nights Joe played the cello AlrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
