Performed By The Whitlams

Written By: Tim Freedman
Vocals: Tim Freedman
Piano: Tim Freedman
Guitar: Nick Freedman
Bass: Andy Lewis
Drums: Stuart Eadie
Backing Vocals: Andy Kell


[Verse]
           
   Burning all

            
 the photos, s

            
orting through

 
 the clothes
           
  You bought t

             
his new for me

           
 and now it's 

       
full of holes
            
Remember babyt

         
alk in the mor

ning
           
 What's the hu

      
rry my girl?
           
      You don'

             
t need any cof

            
fee if you tak

           
e the day off 

school

[Chorus]
           
       We're a

          
ll over..     

          
      and I'm 

     
all over town
           
      We've go

           
t work here...

         
        tearin

     
g it down

[Verse]
              
You know it's 

           
quicker packin

        
g for a holida

y
              
'Cause I'd see

           
 these things 

   
again
            
I loved you ..

          
.    in this T

-shirt of mine
            
You can have i

             
t...  it says 


"Life's a Beac

h"

[Chorus]
           
      There's 

           
a beach umbrel

           
la,      coupl

          
e lying in the

 sun
           
       And for

           
 once in my li

              
fe it's not th

             
e people from 

        
the suburbs
     
It's me's got 

it wrong

[Bridge]
  


On through the

 evening and i

nto the dawn
  
      Journey 

me, journey me

- Journey me -

 Where love ke

eps on
  

[Verse]
           
Burning all th

             
e photos, they

            
 have a habit 

            
of mocking a s

ingle man
           
   I'm keeping

             
 the first one

            
, we're not ev

          
en holding han

ds

[Chorus]
           
     We're all

        
 over...      

            
 and I'm all o

    
ver town
           
     We've got

           
 work here... 

         
      tearing 

   
it down
           
      There's 

           
a beach umbrel

           
la...     coup

            
le lying in th

  
e sun
           
      And for 

           
once in my lif

              
e it's not the

             
 people from t


he suburbs
           
  It's me's go

           
t it wrong... 

           
    Me's Got i

        
t wro...ong  M

e's got it wro

ng