Cucinated
Gimme a couple of grams and a one-night stand
A beer in the hand, with a few of the lads
Cucinated
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
A couple of fools, breaking into a pool
Forgetting all the rules with a bag of goon
Cucinated
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
A couple of fiends with a washed-out Queen
On a silver screen, like a Jimmy Dean
Cucinated
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo (cucinated?)
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
A couple of girls, on top of the world
With a pocket of pearls, they'll never tell
Cucinated
(Excuse me, excuse me, what does it even mean?)
Back in 1952, in post-war Adelaide
The boats arrived
So did organised crime and a billion bricks were laid
They got a Catholic education, some joined a cover band
Fettuccini for brunch
And a five-course lunch, while the doggas ate from cans
You see, they'd sit around the table (uh-huh)
These people like to mange
They did not speak good English
And their mother tongue started to change
They took a simple word like kitchen
Then added T-E-D (still don't get it)
Past participle, noun into a verb, plain for all to see, c'mon
When you find the ceiling on the floor, cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it on the dance floor, yeah
When you find the ceiling on the floor you're, cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it on the dance floor, yeah
Gimme a couple of trans and a one-night stand
A gig in Japan, with a Marty Lubran
Cucinated
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
A couple of Greeks, hanging out with the freaks
In amongst the geeks, on Hindley street
Cucinated
(So wait, is this like a real word?)
Now the times they were a changing, in bon ton Adelaide
They drank homemade wine with their vegemite
And brand-new words were made
Instead of smashed you got smashato, instead of teacher you got teachi
And in summer time
When the weather fine, they went to Maslin Beachi (okay)
Mall's Balls and the Adelaide Crows, the capital of murder
We gave you chicken salt
And the paddle-boat, we invented Sia Furler (I think I get it)
And now to this here very day, we carry on what they started
So, let's spread the word all around the world and all get cucinated
When you find the ceiling on the floor, cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it on the dance floor, yeah
When you find the ceiling on the floor, you're cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it on the dance floor, yeah
Cuci, cuci
When you find the ceiling on the floor, cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it on the dance floor, yeah
When you find the ceiling on the floor you're, cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Adelaide, where dreams are made, oh Adelaide, I love you
Oh Adelaide, I should have stayed, oh Adelaide, I love you
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Cuci, cuci
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
A beer in the hand, with a few of the lads
Cucinated
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
A couple of fools, breaking into a pool
Forgetting all the rules with a bag of goon
Cucinated
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
A couple of fiends with a washed-out Queen
On a silver screen, like a Jimmy Dean
Cucinated
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo (cucinated?)
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
A couple of girls, on top of the world
With a pocket of pearls, they'll never tell
Cucinated
(Excuse me, excuse me, what does it even mean?)
Back in 1952, in post-war Adelaide
The boats arrived
So did organised crime and a billion bricks were laid
They got a Catholic education, some joined a cover band
Fettuccini for brunch
And a five-course lunch, while the doggas ate from cans
You see, they'd sit around the table (uh-huh)
These people like to mange
They did not speak good English
And their mother tongue started to change
They took a simple word like kitchen
Then added T-E-D (still don't get it)
Past participle, noun into a verb, plain for all to see, c'mon
When you find the ceiling on the floor, cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it on the dance floor, yeah
When you find the ceiling on the floor you're, cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it on the dance floor, yeah
Gimme a couple of trans and a one-night stand
A gig in Japan, with a Marty Lubran
Cucinated
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
Koo, koo, koo, koo, koo, koo
A couple of Greeks, hanging out with the freaks
In amongst the geeks, on Hindley street
Cucinated
(So wait, is this like a real word?)
Now the times they were a changing, in bon ton Adelaide
They drank homemade wine with their vegemite
And brand-new words were made
Instead of smashed you got smashato, instead of teacher you got teachi
And in summer time
When the weather fine, they went to Maslin Beachi (okay)
Mall's Balls and the Adelaide Crows, the capital of murder
We gave you chicken salt
And the paddle-boat, we invented Sia Furler (I think I get it)
And now to this here very day, we carry on what they started
So, let's spread the word all around the world and all get cucinated
When you find the ceiling on the floor, cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it on the dance floor, yeah
When you find the ceiling on the floor, you're cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it on the dance floor, yeah
Cuci, cuci
When you find the ceiling on the floor, cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it on the dance floor, yeah
When you find the ceiling on the floor you're, cucinated
When you find you're reeling at the door, cucinated
Everybody shouting out for more, cucinated
When you start to feel it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Adelaide, where dreams are made, oh Adelaide, I love you
Oh Adelaide, I should have stayed, oh Adelaide, I love you
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Cuci, cuci
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Credits
Writer(s): Daniele Lucchesi, James Bowers, Luca Lucchesi, Marc Lucchesi, Martin Lubran
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