Letra de 'You Gotta Love This City' de Whitlams

You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love thiscity
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love thiscity

Too sick for breakfast
The car wouldn't start
The train was really full
And his girlfriend had a boyfriend
The houses all the same
Now here's the rain
Not falling but collapsing at his feet
A deep breath and he clocks on
Raincoat on his arm
He wishes the hours would disappear
But the trip's in vain coz awaiting him
A lay-off notice and his severance pay
He shuffles back to the train again

You gotta love this city
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love thiscity

Back home he lies in bed for days and days
Watching American television, smoking
And playing with himself ringing double 0 double 5
Into town on Thursday night
The girls are pretty and the lights are bright
At least he loves his city
Holding court on Taylor Square
Proper was the man he could become
Lear's Fool is a bum now
With seven holy parcels by his side

You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love thiscity

He walks along the foreshore, he's got a bottle
And he's breathing with his 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
Then 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, opened herself to theworld
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
It's more than he can take, and the stars' reflection breaks
Coz you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it enjoythe view
You gotta love this city
He's had enought and he sinks to the bottom...