And we roll on to my back shed
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 streets the weeks roll by.
I'm chewing ice and grinning
I'm spewing up and spinning
All my friends are fuckups
but they're fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete
Telling stories to the stars
How Geminis love wooden dragons, yeah
How down the street the weeks roll by.
The moment the night wears off the bombsite 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
I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere but no-where around me
And we roll on to my back shed
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 streets the weeks roll by.
All my friends are fuckups
but they're fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete
Telling stories to the stars
How Geminis love wooden dragons, yeah
How down the street the weeks roll by.
Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around
and how down the street the weeks, roll by.