No head for br

eakfast
           
The car wouldn

  
't start
           
The train was 

       
really full
      
No he didn't w

ant to work

The houses all

 the same
           
Now here's the

 
 rain
    
Not falling
          
It's collapsin

           
g at his feet

Deep breath an

d Bundy's on
           
With a raincoa

         
t on his arm

He wishes the hours
     
would disappea

r


The trip's in
 
vain, 'cause a

waiting him :

A layoff notic

e and
   
his severance 

pay
            
He shuffles ba

          
ck to the trai

n
       
again
            
You've gotta l

 
ove this city


For days he li

es in bed

Nothing in his

 head
          
Enough Oprah, 

       
time to rise a

nd
         
take 'em on

So
  
he tracks on, 

tracks on into

 town

He's never dow

n
         
When he's walk

ing one in
          
a hundred in a


 crowd

Yeah
   
the girls are 

pretty and the

lights are bright

And it's

truth and dare

 all in the on

e

big night
             
He really love

       
s his city


Holding court 

at

Taylor Square 

proper
            
The man he cou

   
ld become
            
Lee is full as

   
 a bum now
        
Seven holy par

            
cels by his si


de
        
Yeah, you gott

  
a love this
      
city
        
You gotta love

 this city



 
He walks along

 the foreshore
 
He's got a bot

tle
        
And he shrugs 

in time with t

he
 
water

The water love

s him

He can take no

 car
           
He won't miss 

    
his job
             
At least he's 

     
got the city


             
It was busy ev

  
erywhere he we

nt
            
There was a cr

              
owd over the b


ay
            
And a firework

      
s display
        
'It's all very

 strange for a
            
Thursday night

          
' thought he
         
And it dawns o

n him as a
   
cracker explod

es

And who
 
the hell is he

 going to blam

e ?
          
It dawns on hi

        
m, the horror
           
We got the Oly

mpic Games
        
      You gott

   
a love this ci

ty
        
For its body a

           
nd not its bra

in
              
And he screams

        
 : 'My city is
 
a whore'
     
It's opened it

s legs to the 

world
 
Jumped up and 

down in
 
pastel shirts

And

lathered up th

inking about
designs for t-shirts
        
You gotta love

           
 this city
        
For its body a

           
nd not its bra

in


             
{You used to l


ove this city}
 
{Love this cit

y, used to
  
love this city

}
             
{You used to l


ove this city}
 
{Love this cit

y, used to
  
love this city

}
             
{He used to lo


ve this city}
 
{Love this cit

y, for its
   
body and not i

ts brain}
             
{He used to lo


ve this city}
 
{Love this cit

y, for its
   
body and not i

ts brain}

          
And it's more 

             
than he can ta

#
ke
         
And the star's

 reflection br

eaks
         
He's had enoug

h
           
And he sinks t

           
o the bottom.



Transcribed by Tim Byron
             & Dan Meijer