Breakfast at Sweethearts (Live at Bombay Rock, Melbourne, April 27, 1979) - Cold Chisel

Everybody's a dreamer And everybody's a star And everybody's in movies It doesn't matter who you are There are stars in every city In every house and on every street And if you walk down Hollywood Boulevard Their names are written in concrete Don't step on Greta Garbo As you walk down the boulevard She looks so weak and fragile That's why she tried to be so hard But they turned her into a princess And they sat her on a throne But she turned her back on stardom Because she wanted to be alone You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain Rudolph Valentino Looks very much alive And he looks up ladies' dresses As they sadly pass him by Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi 'Cause he's liable to turn and bite But stand close by Bette Davis Because hers was such a lonely life If you covered him with garbage George Sanders would still have style And if you stamped on Mickey Rooney He would still turn 'round and smile But please don't tread on dearest Marilyn 'Cause she's not very tough She should have been made of iron or steel But she was only made of flesh and blood You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain Everybody's a dreamer And everybody's a star And everybody's in show-biz It doesn't matter who you are And those who are successful Be always on your guard Success walks hand in hand with failure Along Hollywood Boulevard I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes 'Cause celluloid heroes never feel any pain And celluloid heroes never really die You can see all the stars as you walk along Hollywood Boulevard Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain La la la la, la la la la la la la la la La la la la, la la la la la la la la la Oh, celluloid heroes never feel any pain Oh, celluloid heroes never really die I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain And celluloid heroes never really die

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...)