You Sound Like Louis Burdett

‘You Sound Like Louis Burdett’ is a single.
It is a cover of the song You Sound Like Louis Burdett by The Whitlams with added lyrics by Chonny Jash to talk about his friends and himself
==Lyrics==
Had a little bit to drink
There's a little thing I want at a do out East, yeah
(There's a little thing I wanted to do out East, yeah)
Now, nothing too emotional
My good, Miss
(My goodness)
I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes
(I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife vibes)
Stop talking 'bout the years-
you sound like Louis Burdett
Now 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
Roll by
I'm chewing ice and grinning
I'm spewing up and spinning
For Iz, it's bilious-usiness as usual in his corner of the kitchen
Hey, you!
Now, lose that friend before we go anywhere
What?
Someone might see you alone?
Stop baggin' out the band-
you sound like Louis Burdett
Yeah, and all my friends are fuck-ups, 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 streets, the weeks roll by
Roll by
The moment the night wears off, the bombsite reappears
They're all asleep, but the morning tastes like bile
It tastes so vile in Tempe
I feel so fucked I just might wake him up
Pat him on the bald head
Tell me about a dream, Louis
Something obscene, Louis
Your life's an open magazine, Louis
Now, I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub
Sex is everywhere, but nowhere 'round me
...nowhere
By the time she gets to Marrickville, we'll be masturbating
Never rains in Tempe
The planes remind me of family money and the lack down here
Stop talking frustrated,
'cos I sound like Louis Burdett!
Yeah, now 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
Roll by
Yeah, and all my friends are fuck-ups, 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 the weeks roll by
Now most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around
Tragedy - like charity - begins at home
Now, Cass don't like madness...
...oh, but madness likes him
He's got a finger in his chest,
oh, just saying how it should have been
Now, Mae Mae may make do-
if you give the man a gram or two-
if you're lucky enough to see him-
oh, if you're lucky enough that he made the trip down to see you
Oooohhh, that's Izzy
He's at his peak now, isn't he?
His key's fizzy,
dizzy with something illicit he can't quite afford but'll keep his mind busy
And Chel's taken some time off the Jim!
...but surely not as much as it took of him
The well runs dry, he's poured it down the sink,
oh, just saying how it should have been
And Tee's beak's stuck in the middle of them all
He's caught a whiff of the peak, but he's scared of the fall
He's got it made
The rock star!
The talk of the town!
But that don't mean shit in a town this small
And he's scared of nothing more than him;
The raucousness in his head and its then-proceeding din;
The hanged skeleton in his closet;
The two fingers at his chin
All screaming how it should have been!
Now 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
My friends are completely fucked, but they're such fun to have around
Banana chairs out on the concrete, telling stories to the stars
how Geminis love wooden dragons,
oh, we're down the streets
The weeks roll by
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