No head for breakfast
The car wouldn't start
The train was really full
No he didn't want to work
The houses all the same
Now here's the rain
Not falling
It's collapsing at his feet
Deep breath and Bundy's on
With a raincoat on his arm
He wishes the hours would disappear
A layoff notice and his severance pay
He shuffles back to the train again
You've gotta love this city
For days he lies in bed
Nothing in his head
Enough Oprah, time to rise and take 'em on
So he tracks on, tracks on into town
He's never down
When he's walking one in a hundred in a crowd
Yeah the girls are pretty and the lights are bright
And it's truth and dare all in the one big night
He really loves his city
Holding court at Taylor Square proper
The man he could become
Lee is full as a bum now
Seven holy parcels by his side
Yeah, you gotta love this city
You gotta love this city
He walks along the foreshore
He's got a bottle
And he shrugs in time with the water
The water loves him
He can take no car
He won't miss his job
At least he's got the city
It was busy everywhere he went
There was a crowd over the bay
And a fireworks display
"It's all very strange for a Thursday night" thought he
And it dawns on him as a cracker explodes
And who the hell is he going to blame ?
It dawns on him, the horror
We got the Olympic Games
You gotta love this city
For its body and not its brain
And he screams : "My city is a whore"
It's opened its legs to the world
Jumped up and down in pastel shirts
And lathered up thinking about designs for t-shirts
You gotta love this city
For its body and not its brain
{You used to love this city}
{Love this city, used to love this city}
{You used to love this city}
{Love this city, used to love this city}
{He used to love this city}
{Love this city, for its body and not its brain}
{He used to love this city}
{Love this city, for its body and not its brain}
And it's more than he can take
And the star's reflection breaks
He's had enough
And he sinks to the bottom.
Transcribed by Tim Byron