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Good Friends (2000)
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This big old car, gonna take us home
This big old car, gonna take us home
Gonna take us home to what we know so well
This big old car gonna take us home

Gonna take us all the way to Brisbane
All the way to Cairns
Back across to Katherine
To the Fitzroy River sands
Gonna see the Indian Ocean
And we'll turn around and then
This big old car's gonna take us home again

Ain't got no rattle free transmission
Ain't no good around the town
There's no fitted air conditioning
We just roll the windows down
And throw another tape in
And turn it up and pray
This big old car gonna take us all the way

This big old car gonna take us home
This big old car gonna take us home
Gonna take us home to what we know so well
This big old car gonna take us home
This big old car gonna take us home
Gonna take us all the way and back
However far we roam
Take us all the way to
Chroma plated big V8'd heaven

. . .



We never saw them holding hands
Or kissing all that much
They must have loved each other
Huh, there were 6 of us
Mama held the fort down
Dad he went to work
We never thought about what she meant to him
Or what he meant to her
Sometimes on a Saturday
They'd crank up that stereo
Grab a stack of old 45 records
We'd watch 'em put on a show

When the needle, hit the vinyl
Mama's hair came down
Dad he came unwound
In their own world
Just a boy and girl
We couldn't believe our eyes
How they came alive
When the needle hit the vinyl

Six kids on a worn out couch
We didn't say a word
Dad would put on "My Girl"
And sing it right to her
Mama she was glowing
Dad he made the perfect moves
Neither one of them seemed like
The mum and dad we knew
They both looked younger
As they went round and around
Under the spell of that popping cracking sound
Then something happened
When they danced to the slow ones
They got this funny look then said

. . .



Good times are worth more than money any day
That's what I always say
Good friends are worth more than money in the bank
That's what I always say
That's what I always say
Got a letter, made me lose heart
Gonna have to make a new start
I know whatever happens now
Don't worry, friends'll chip in
What's owed will be forgiven
I know whatever happens now
Worry about tomorrow
Ain't gonna change a thing Today

You are to me
Last Friday night down at the road house
Booth in the back, they sat alone
Holding hands like two young lovers
Her hair was grey, his hair was gone

She said to him
"I'm getting older
A pretty girl, no more to be
Heaven knows
I'm not a treasure"
He softly said "You are to me"

"You are to me a girl in spring time
The one I met so long ago
A moment captured for a lifetime
That's what I see you are to me"

He said to her "My work is done now
And all that's left are memories
Heaven knows, I'm not important"
She softly said "You are to me"

"You are to me a boy in spring time
The one I met so long ago
A moment captured for a lifetime
That's what I see you are to me

. . .



Last Friday night down at the road house
Booth in the back, they sat alone
Holding hands like two young lovers
Her hair was grey, his hair was gone
She said to him "I'm getting older
A pretty girl, no more to be
Heaven knows I'm not a treasure"
He softly said "You are to me"
"You are to me a girl in spring time
The one I met so long ago
A moment captured for a lifetime
That's what I see you are to me"
He said to her "My work is done now
And all that's left are memories
Heaven knows, I'm not important"
She softly said "You are to me"
"You are to me a boy in spring time
The one I met so long ago
A moment captured for a lifetime
That's what I see you are to me

. . .



I woke up this morning smelling like lemons
Salt on the back of my hands
Mouth was so dry
I couldn't even spit My eyes felt
like they were full of sand
I called Troy Jenkins to see if he survived
My head pounding like a stone
He started reeling off things I did last night
And I cried out over the phone

I did what? I smooched who?
Oh tell me the boss wasn't there
And that I caused quite a scene
When I stripped off my jeans
And did a slide in my underwear
I did what? I mooned who?
Oh this time I guess I crossed the line
There'll be hell to pay
But what can I say
I must've had a real good time

Troy laughed and said some guy named Red's
Been looking for you all night
And oh by the way his girl said to say
"Just come back any old time"
Then he went down the list of the things I'd done
As I listened in misery I was thinking real hard
about leaving town And changing my identity

What can I say I had a bad day
I guess I just lost my mind
It's all just a blur
But one things for sure

. . .



Well living in the city puts a lock on your door
Oh yeah Uh huh huh
And you can't appreciate little Things no more
Oh yeah Uh huh huh
I can be Jack and you can be Jill
We can build a house up on top of the hill
Have a ball do it all
Beating around the bush.

Say goodbye to the smog
say goodbye to the queues
Oh yeah Uh huh huh
It's been two long years and I've paid my dues
Oh yeah Uh huh huh
Head up to the mountains on a long highway
Living in the city really bothers me
Have a ball do it all
Beating around the bush

Whoa whoa ho hey hey Beating around the bush
Whoa whoa ho hey hey Beating around the bush
Head up to the mountains on a long highway
Living in the city really bothers me
Have a ball do it all
Beating around the bush

Gonna get a big farm with a real nice view
Oh yeah Uh huh huh
Get a horse get a dog and some chickens too
Oh yeah Uh huh huh
When I get to thinking that I'm out of touch
I also get to thinking I ain't missing much
Have a ball do it all

. . .



Little Sisters, Little Sisters
They'll niggle and annoy you
Like a blister in your shoe
But God bless my Little Sisters
'Cause this big brother
Well he's looking out for you

I grew up with my sisters
There was Flatty, Nat and Dee
I was on my own 'til they hustled in on my territory
It's tough to be a fella
And outnumbered one to three

We'd squabble in the car
When Dad would take us for a run
The girls would get all teary and say
"Look what Adam's done"
And while the girls got ice cream
I got booted in the bum

Now we've grown up and it's been years
Since I moved away Flatty, Nat and Dee they
dropped in yesterday
We got on like a house on fire

. . .



We were barely seventeen
Two kids with the grown up dream
Of a perfect love Foolin' round in my first car
Careful not to go too far
That's how it was
We had a simple wedding
You looked beautiful in white
And I recall your mother's blessing
On our wedding night "I wish you every happiness
And may you always have the best
Of the good things in life"

We moved into a commission house
It wasn't much and it wasn't ours
But we had plans
I worked nights and you worked days
And twelve months seemed to slip away
Like an avalanche
Then I came home one morning
Found your note pinned to the door
Saying if this is a perfect love
I don't want it any more

But "I wish you every happiness
And may you always have the best
Of the good things in life"

I was back in town just passing through
Catching up with friends we knew
For old times sake In a crowded lunch time bar
I turn around and there you are
Face to face
And for the sweetest moment
A smile came to your eyes
So I whispered as you walked away
With the new man at your side
"I wish you every happiness
And may you always have the best

. . .



When he turned 18
there was only one thing
That he'd think about all the time
With a scoop on the hood
and a thundering roar,
When you power shift overdrive
Up on the hill
with a head full of dreams,
"That'll be me one day"
When the chequered flag
would bring 'em all home,
This is what the kid would say

Now he's 25 got his own car,
No. 1 painted on the side
He may be young and he may be small,
But you ought to see him drive
Tearing it up through Conrod straight,
Tyres chirpin' every gear,
If you listen close
to what the kid's got to say,
This is what you're gonna hear

Now I've got my wheels watch me drive right by, You can eat my dust and try to
keep up
Man I'd like to see you try, I'll have my pedal
to the metal my claw to the floor
And I'm always out sight, Now I got my wheels
And I won't even wave goodbye

. . .



Darling one day you will know
Why it is that you must go
Why tomorrow you will be
So far away from me
Maybe then we'll understand
how easily The time between
the sweetest love and bitter tears
Can be measured in your tender years

Some would say the world is lost
In court rooms as the details
Of the custody and court costs
Are read aloud to the parties
I believe my world is saved
By a little girl watching her daddy shave

Standing there without a care
Watching daddy through your hair
Suddenly I recognise

. . .



Some men like the horses
Some men like to drink
Some men like to scratch their chins and
Sit around and think
Some men like the pulpit
Some men like the pew
But every man, every man likes you

Some men like the money
Some men like the fame
Some men like little letters
Following their name
Different strokes for different blokes
Until you come in view
Cause every man, every man likes you

When we're walking down the street
You're turning every head
Girl your skirts are way to short
And your lipstick's way too red
I don't like it, but I love it
Tell me what's a boy to do
Cause every man, every man likes you

Some men like a red head
Some men like brunettes
Some are fond of a golden blonde
And some could not care less
That all goes out the window
When you walk into the room

. . .



If you've ever dropped the clutch, you're a rev head
If you've ever smoked 'em up, you're a rev head
If your tyres are wide and your t-shirt's black
Your very first date was at the speedway track
It's time to face the fact you're a rev head

If you love Peter Brock you're a rev head
If you've ever chucked a lap round the block, you're a rev head
If you've got a spoiler and a set of mags
Lost a few points and won a few drags
Well you ain't one of the dags,
you're a rev head GTS or XR8
XU1 or Chevrolet
Music up Hammer down
The words all over town
You're a rev head

If your man talks nothin' but cars, he's a rev head
And for Christmas he wants
spare parts, he's a rev head
So you want him to sweep
you off your toes A bubble bath
and a long stem rose But he buys you
a radiator hose, he's a rev head

GTS or XR8 XU1 or Chevrolet
Music's up Hammer down The words all over town
You can settle down with kids and a wife
But when a Chevy pulls up by you at the lights
Your foot goes down and your knuckles go white

. . .



Touch me like I touch you
Hold me like I hold you
Kiss me like I kiss you
One more time,
one more time tonight

Please say you won't leave me
Say you still need me
Say you still love me
One more time,
one more time tonight

I'll dance all night with you
I'll do all you want me to
I'll show you my love is true
For all time,
till the end of time,

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