Bal-A-Versailles - Cold Chisel

Raise! singing bat! KOUMORI ga utau Rage! a burning rose! bara o moyashi Hone o tatakiodore! Raise! a burning bone! utage ga hajimaru Laugh! shadow of death kage ga warau Yami to jubaku no naka taimatsu o kakage "Kieta shounentachi" no yuugi wa gishiki e Aruji no moto de hone o tatake KOUMORItachi no uta ni nosete Raise! Raise! Raise! Come here! right now! Come here! Sora ni haka o tsukuri taiyou o korose Yami to shounen no tawamure wa gishiki e Aruji no moto de hone o tatake KOUMORItachi no uta ni nosete Raise! Raise! Raise! Come here! right now! Come here!

On a le vice des vertus Ce qu'on mérite, rien de plus Qui brille, scintille, qui se voit et cætera On en rajoute tant et plus sans mesure au superflu De chic, de luxe et d'éclat et cætera Pour la galerie Tout pour la galerie On ne trouve ici rien à sa taille Oh-oh-oh Pour la galerie, que pour la galerie Puisque l'important n'est qu'un détail, hmm Et vice Versailles Hmm Qui ne s'est jamais perdu Dans l'excès de m'as-tu vu? Et plaire, complaire à tout va et cætera Pour la galerie Tout pour la galerie On ne trouve ici rien à sa taille Puisqu'on vit pour la galerie, que pour la galerie Puisque l'important n'est qu'un détail On ne fait rien sans rien (À qui ça revient?) À l'image de soi-même Si c'est pour son bien, on le fait quand même... On fait tout pour la galerie Tout pour la galerie On ne trouve ici rien à sa taille Puisqu'on vit pour la galerie, que pour la galerie Puisque l'important n'est qu'un détail, hmm Et vice Versailles Hmm-hmm On a le vice des vertus On se rajoute toujours plus De chic, de luxe et d'éclat et cætera Pour la galerie Tout pour la galerie On ne trouve ici rien à sa taille Puisqu'on vit pour la galerie, que pour la galerie Puisque l'important n'est qu'un détail On fait tout pour la galerie Pour la galerie On ne trouve ici rien à sa taille Puisqu'on vit pour la galerie, pour la galerie Puisque l'important n'est qu'un détail, hm Et vice Versailles

OK here's a, here's a reasonably new song This one's, this one's all about Ita Buttrose Every night when I crawl home There's a time, I still look forward to When all the boys are gathered around Shoutin' "Ita's on TV" And though the roaches are thick on the ground There is always someone trying Somebody tryin' to close the window down Get a dose of integrity And every housewife through the land Get to drinking down another Valium I believe, I believe, in what she said Yes I do I believe, I believe, at the end of the day Her magazine'll see me through Ita's tongue never touches her lip She could always be my godmother And though the desktop hides her hip My imagination's strong She's the sweetest thing I ever seen I'd like to take her out to dinner But when I think of all the places I've been Probably hold my fork all wrong Every night and every day She's the only friend we can depend upon I believe, I believe, in what she said Yes I do I believe, I believe, at the end of the day Her magazine'll see me through Every week in every home She's got wholesome news for the family How could I not believe when Ita tells me to Every night and every day She's the only friend we can depend upon How could I not believe when Ita tells me to How could I not believe when Ita tells me to How could I not believe when Ita tells me to How could I not believe when Ita I love you I really do, I really do love you

Looking like a choirgirl And cryin' like a refugee Looking like a choirgirl Cryin' like a refugee One nurse to hold her One nurse to wheel her down the corridors of healing And I been trying Cryin' like a refugee Loves me like a sister Love me like an only child Loves me like a sister She love me like an only child She's my connection, yeah I'll hold on, and never, never, never let her down 'Cause she's alone She love me like an only child (yes she does now, come on) (Suffer little children) Suffer little children (Send that little child to me) Send that little child to me (All day the doctor) all day the doctor Handles his responsibility, yeah Looking like a choirgirl Crying like a refugee Looking like a choirgirl She's cryin' like a refugee She's my connection, yeah, I'll hold on And never, never, never let her down 'Cause she's alone And she's cryin' like a refugee Looking like a choirgirl And cryin' like a refugee Looking like a choirgirl She's crying like a refugee Yes, she is Oh yeah All right, good evening How the fuck are you tonight, ya all right? This is our last night of the tour. It's our last night in the Ent Cent And they been talkin' to us out the back and they've all been really nice, sayin' oh you know, here's a plaque and all that I'm thinkin' I want to take the fuckin' bricks I said it last night I think Elton John would sound great open air here, so we could tear the place down and have a happy chap We're gonna play you some rockabilly right now, with Andy Bickers (one, two, one, two, three...)