Intro: 
 
Eb5   B5   Bb5 (repeat) 
 
 
Verse (same chords): 
 
Had a little bit to drink 
There's a little thing I wanted to do out east 
Nothing too emotional, my good miss  
I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes 
Stop talking 'bout the years -  
you sound like Louis Burdett 
 
 
Chorus: 
 
F#5          Ab5            B5 
And we roll on to my back shed 
          C#5                F#5 
Play some poker, scratch my head 
F#5          Ab5               B5 
Look at the sky and spot the planes 
             C#5            F#5 
Where would I go on holidays? 
              Ab5                E5 
Roll with the punches down the aisles 
                B5        Bb5          Eb5   B5 Bb5 
and down the streets the weeks roll by. 
 
 
Verse 2:  ( Eb5   B5 Bb5 ) 
 
I'm chewing ice and grinning 
I'm spewing up and spinning 
It's biliousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen. 
Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere 
What? Someone might see you alone? 
Stop bagging out the band, 
You sound like Louis Burdett 
 
 
Chorus: 
 
F#5                 Ab5 
All my friends are fuckups 
             B5          C#5 
but they're fun to have around 
        F#5                Ab5 
Banana chairs out on the concrete 
         B5             C#5 
Telling stories to the stars 
         F#5               Ab5 
How Geminis love wooden dragons, yeah 
 E5                B5   Bb5             Eb5   B5 Bb5 
How down the street the weeks roll by. 
 
 
Bridge: 
 
Ab5             B5                   F#5        E5       B5 
The moment the night wears off the bombsite reappears 
B5                                               A5 
They're all asleep but the morning tastes like wine 
 
It tastes like wine in Tempe 
   D5            E5             F#5       
I feel so good I, just might, wake him up 
Eb5         B5  Bb5 
Pat him on the bald head - tell me about a dream , Louis 
Something obscene, Louis 
Your life's an open magazine, Louis. 
 
Solo over same chords. 
 
Eb5         B5  Bb5 
I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub 
Sex is everywhere but no-where around me 
By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating 
Never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money 
And the lack down here 
Stop talking, frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis Burdett 
 
 
Chorus: 
 
F#5          Ab5            B5 
And we roll on to my back shed 
          C#5                F#5 
Play some poker, scratch my head 
F#5          Ab5               B5 
Look at the sky and spot the planes 
             C#5            F#5 
Where would I go on holidays? 
              Ab5                E5 
Roll with the punches down the aisles 
                B5        Bb5          Eb5   B5 Bb5 
and down the streets the weeks roll by. 
F#5                 Ab5 
All my friends are fuckups 
             B5          C#5 
but they're fun to have around 
        F#5                Ab5 
Banana chairs out on the concrete 
         B5             C#5 
Telling stories to the stars 
         F#5               Ab5 
How Geminis love wooden dragons, yeah 
 E5                B5   Bb5             Eb5   B5 Bb5 
How down the street the weeks roll by. 
 
 
Outro (same chords as chorus): 
 
Most of my friends are very fruity indeed, such fun to have around 
Terror, like charity, begins at home 
Chris don't like madness, but madness likes him 
He's got a finger in his chest saying how it should have been 
 
Chorus again 
 
                               F#5  Ab5 E5  B5 Bb5 Eb5 
...and how down the street the weeks, roll by.