Letter
Lookin' for my baby on the outside
You people think I'm gonna run and hide
Is it right baby, is it right?
Well I'm headin' up north, I'm givin' up the chase
No sucker up there knows my face
Is it right baby, ooh is it right?
Pack up the car and we're ready to go
Put on the plates that the cops don't know
Is it right baby, is it right?
I said baby, now I know you got my letter (letter, letter)
I said darling, I won't ever forget ya (forget ya, forget ya)
Baby I will put myself up for tender (tender)
To a backstreet money lender (lender)
Just to buy you that Fender (Fender, Fender)
Barrell up the Hume in an XA Ford
The way you look at me oh my lord
Just seventeen hundred K's away
We won't be stopping 'til Byron Bay, no
Hate to see my woman out there turning tricks
No dirty fucker's gonna get his kicks
Outta mine, ooh it ain't right, no!
I said baby, pack all your shit together (together)
We're gonna head for nicer weather (weather)
And we shall never surrender (surrender, surrender)
In Melbourne, I fear a shitfight comin' (comin')
You gotta get that motor hummin' (hummin')
Then it's time for some lovin' (lovin', lovin')
I said baby, you gotta steal a car on Sunday (Sunday)
You gotta be at the gate on Monday (Monday)
I'll be out by midday (midday, midday)
You people think I'm gonna run and hide
Is it right baby, is it right?
Well I'm headin' up north, I'm givin' up the chase
No sucker up there knows my face
Is it right baby, ooh is it right?
Pack up the car and we're ready to go
Put on the plates that the cops don't know
Is it right baby, is it right?
I said baby, now I know you got my letter (letter, letter)
I said darling, I won't ever forget ya (forget ya, forget ya)
Baby I will put myself up for tender (tender)
To a backstreet money lender (lender)
Just to buy you that Fender (Fender, Fender)
Barrell up the Hume in an XA Ford
The way you look at me oh my lord
Just seventeen hundred K's away
We won't be stopping 'til Byron Bay, no
Hate to see my woman out there turning tricks
No dirty fucker's gonna get his kicks
Outta mine, ooh it ain't right, no!
I said baby, pack all your shit together (together)
We're gonna head for nicer weather (weather)
And we shall never surrender (surrender, surrender)
In Melbourne, I fear a shitfight comin' (comin')
You gotta get that motor hummin' (hummin')
Then it's time for some lovin' (lovin', lovin')
I said baby, you gotta steal a car on Sunday (Sunday)
You gotta be at the gate on Monday (Monday)
I'll be out by midday (midday, midday)
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Wilson, Daniel Leo Sultan
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