Ticket In Tatts
We walked along the seafront from Woolloomooloo to Bennelong,
We walked along in the sunshine,
Our feet were hurting we walked for so long,
I told you that I loved you, I told you once or twice,
We had a cold beer in a seaside pub and didn't that beer taste nice.
But now I'm ten cents short of a dollar,
but I feel like a man with a ticket in Tatts,
We got, blue skies and window shopping and a back lane full of cats.
On Fridays we eat pasta, on Saturdays it's fish,
And for the rest of the week we get toasted cheese,
That is our favourite dish,
We live above the city but our bed is on the floor,
And it's THREE flights up, too TOO far gone, ONE couldn't want for more.
But now I'm ten cents short of a dollar,
but I feel like a man with a ticket in Tatts,
We got, blue skies and window shopping and a back lane full of cats.
(My name's Magooly, hey whats yours?)
I don't know why I come here, I don't know if I'll stay,
But while the weather keeps up, and you keep smiling,
They couldn't drag me away (I tell you what ...),
I'll meet you down at the Hopetoun when our work is done,
And we'll play pool, til' closing time, we'll drink ten beers if we have one.
But now I'm ten cents short of a dollar,
but I feel like a man with a ticket in Tatts,
We got, blue skies and window shopping and a back lane full of...
Ten cents short of a dollar,
but I feel like a man with a ticket in Tatts,
We got, blue skies and window shopping and a back lane full of cats.
We walked along in the sunshine,
Our feet were hurting we walked for so long,
I told you that I loved you, I told you once or twice,
We had a cold beer in a seaside pub and didn't that beer taste nice.
But now I'm ten cents short of a dollar,
but I feel like a man with a ticket in Tatts,
We got, blue skies and window shopping and a back lane full of cats.
On Fridays we eat pasta, on Saturdays it's fish,
And for the rest of the week we get toasted cheese,
That is our favourite dish,
We live above the city but our bed is on the floor,
And it's THREE flights up, too TOO far gone, ONE couldn't want for more.
But now I'm ten cents short of a dollar,
but I feel like a man with a ticket in Tatts,
We got, blue skies and window shopping and a back lane full of cats.
(My name's Magooly, hey whats yours?)
I don't know why I come here, I don't know if I'll stay,
But while the weather keeps up, and you keep smiling,
They couldn't drag me away (I tell you what ...),
I'll meet you down at the Hopetoun when our work is done,
And we'll play pool, til' closing time, we'll drink ten beers if we have one.
But now I'm ten cents short of a dollar,
but I feel like a man with a ticket in Tatts,
We got, blue skies and window shopping and a back lane full of...
Ten cents short of a dollar,
but I feel like a man with a ticket in Tatts,
We got, blue skies and window shopping and a back lane full of cats.
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Writer(s): Michael James Thomas
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