Creeping into town with all these changes in my head
Funny how my old haunts all look new
A taxi from the airport to the Paris end of King
Ill drop my bags Ill see whos in
My dirty streets
My fabulous friends
Here I am
In your arms again
Its easy being famous in Sydney
Cause everyones a star
But its got to be deepest darkest night
For you to see them all
Theres beer and women even for the thinking man
Join the circus come on down
Ive heard theyll even stop kicking you
Just before you hit the ground
My dirty streets
My fabulous friends
Yeah here I am
In your arms again
Ill get a shine-on
All night and day
You rough me up
Til I slip away
You know I love you but you try and kill me
Gotta hold your head up in the Year of the Rat
Newtown I love you but you try and kill me
Gotta hold your head up in the Year of the Rat
Tat, a tat-tat, tat
Second rower with the earpiece and the rumble in his eye
Making sure that I dont stumble, wishes all the freaksd die
Over there a plain-clothes cop looking at his watch a lot
Wondering is it time to call in the dogs