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I Don't Know What To Do.
Like a summer rose,
I just don't know what to do with myself,
I don't know just what to do with myself,
Well, I just don't know what to do with all my time.
Well, I just don't know what to do.
Like a summer rose (summer rose),
I just don't know what to do with myself,
I don't know just what to do with myself (I really don't know),
Guilty Of Nothing.
Salt has pepper,
What was hidden,
Almost innocence,
What was hidden,
Almost innocence,
Then He Kissed Me
Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again,
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the love that I had,
Then he asked me to be his bride,
Sad Fuckers Of The World
You're the one in the remainder bin,
Sad fuckers of the world, cut loose,
We watch the lifestyles,
Sad fuckers of the world unite,
Sad fuckers of the world unite,
There are others in this world, who are quick to criticize.
Sad fuckers of the world unite,
Sad fuckers of the world unite,
Sad fuckers of the world unite,
Sad fuckers of the world unite,
Under the Milky Way.
Lower the curtain down in Memphis,
Wish I knew what you were looking for,
And it's something quite peculiar,
Wish I knew what you were looking for,
Under the Milky Way tonight.
Something Stupid.
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place,
I can see it in your eyes,
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say,
The time is right your perfume fills my head,
Yeah! Yeah!
My baby loves me,
We'll play a melody,
We'll play a melody,
My pretty baby,
That's what I say,I say yeah yeah!
Tempted.
Tempted by the fruit of another,
I'm at the airport, the carpark, the baggage carousel.
Tempted by the fruit of another,
I bought a novel, some perfume, a fortune all for you.
Tempted by the fruit of another,
Tempted by the fruit of another,
Single Bed.
Oh, but all I've got is a single bed,
Single bed, single bed,
P, p, p, pour, out your wine,
High, but all I've got is a single bed,
Won't you take me to,
Now all I got is a single bed,
Single bed, single bed,
Single bed, single bed,
Friday Night.
Friday night torment,
Petrol sniffing,
I don't belong here,
Friday night lonesome,
Friday night bending,
Toxic happy cranked up on,
I don't belong here,
I don't belong here,
Friday night lonely,
Paul and Marcia Hines sung this on GNWNL in May 1999.
I just don't know what to do with myself,
Don't know just what to do with myself.
I'm so used to doing everything with you,
Planning everything for two.
And now that we're through...
I just don't know what to do.
It needs the sun and rain.
I need your sweet love to ease all the pain.
Don't know what to do with myself.
Baby if your new love ever turns you down,
Come on back I will be around.
I'll be waiting for you,
I don't know what else to do.
Don't know just what to do with myself.
I'm so used to doing everything with you,
Planning everything for two.
And now that we're through...
I'm so lonesome for you, it's a crime,
Going to a movie only makes me sad.
Crying can make you feel this bad,
When I'm not with you...
Like a summer rose,
It needs the sun and rain.
I need your sweet love to ease all the pain.
It needs the sun and rain (ooohh!).
I need your sweet love to ease all my pain (oh yeah, oh yeah).
Don't know what to do with myself.
Baby if your new love ever turns you down,
Come on back I will be around.
Just waiting for you,
I don't know what else to do.
Don't know just what to do with myself (no no no).
I don't know just what to do with myself (I really don't),
Oh I wish I could find someone else.
I don't know just what to do with myself,
I don't know just what to do with myself,
I don't know just what to do with myself.
Oh I wish I could find someone else,
I really don't know, I just don't know to do with myself.
Paul sung this on GNWNL in June 1999.
Suns collapse,
Planets die.
Clouds will gather,
To darken sky.
But you and I,
We have nothing.
Black has white.
Intrigue has boredom,
The day has night.
But you and I,
We have nothing.
Will be revealed.
And what was found,
Must be concealed.
But you and I,
We have nothing.
Guilty of nothing.
Guilty of nothing.
Will be revealed.
And what was found,
Must be concealed,
Cause you and I,
We have nothing.
Guilty of nothing.
Almost innocence,
Guilty of nothing.
Guilty of nothing.
The cast sung this on GNWNL taped in Canberra in June 1999.
Well he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance,
He looked kinda nice and so I said "I might take a chance"
When he danced he held me tight,
And when he walked me home that night,
All the stars were shining bright,
And then he kissed me.
I wanted to let him know that he was more than a friend,
I didn't know just what to do,
So I whispered "I love you",
He said that he loved me too,
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.
And one day he took me home to meet his mom and his dad,
Then he asked me to be his bride,
And always be right by his side,
Felt so happy I almost cried,
And then he kissed me.
And always be right by his side,
Felt so happy I almost cried,
And then he kissed me,
And then he kissed me,
And then he kissed me.
Paul (and Jimmy Barnes) sung this on the last GNWNL of 1999.
You're the woman in the church,
Talking to herself.
The NA AA,
Drinking to his health.
Your that manic depressive,
Laughing in the dark.
You're anyone who's born again,
And anyone who's marked.
The one they left alone.
You're all the ones from somewhere else all the ones who have no home.
Say, I was born this way, what's your excuse?
When you're nothing, you've got nothing to lose,
Sad fuckers of the world cut loose.
Of the stupid and the dumb.
We were born to disappoint like some were born to run.
But there's millions of us out there,
Who cannot bear the mirror.
Who escaped the fate of hessian sacks,
And drowning in the river.
We're unpopular and ugly, people laugh behind our backs.
Our realationships fail, we're lousy in the sack.
We're the idiot savante, without the savante.
But every single on of us was at least a loser once.
We may be ugly, but have some pride.
We were born to fail, not born to hide,
Sad fuckers of the world unite.
Who gives a toss about our plight?
We will live long and meaningless lives,
Sad fuckers of the world unite.
The hidden roses just like us, the thorn in their sides.
They're the rich and the talented and the ludicrously attractive.
They dress well, have great parties,
Are physically fit, and sexually active.
But they're terrified of us, (yes, us),
The geeks, the freaks, the losers.
United in our pride now, we'll let no-one else abuse us.
The winners' winning streak,
Is almost at an end.
And why, just look around you,
There's more of us than them.
We may be ugly, but have some pride.
We were born to fail, not born to hide,
Sad fuckers of the world unite.
We may be ugly, but have some pride.
We were born to fail, not born to hide,
Sad fuckers of the world unite.
We may be ugly, but have some pride.
We were born to fail, not born to hide,
Sad fuckers of the world unite.
We may be ugly, but have some pride.
We were born to fail, not born to hide,
Sad fuckers of the world unite.
Sung by Paul, Rebecca Barnard and Jimmy Little on GNWNL in August 1999.
Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty,
Sound of their breath fades with the light.
I think about the loveless fascination,
Under the Milky Way tonight.
Lower the curtain down all right.
I got no time for private consultation,
Under the Milky Way tonight.
Might have known what you would find.
Wish I knew what you were looking for,
Might have known what you would find.
Something that's shimmering and white.
Leads you here despite your destination,
Under the Milky Way tonight.
Might have known what you would find.
Wish I knew what you were looking for,
Might have known what you would find.
Sung by Mark Trevorrow and Melinda Schneider on GNWNL in August 1999.
I know I stand in line,
Until you think you have the time,
To spend an evening with me.
And if we go someplace to dance,
I know that there's a chance,
You won't be leaving with me.
And have a drink or two.
And then I go and spoil it all,
By saying something stupid,
Like: "I love you".
That you despise the same old lies.
You heard the night before,
And though it's just a line to you,
For me it's true.
It never seemed so right before.
To make the meaning come through.
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late,
And I'm alone with you.
The stars get red.
And oh the night's so blue,
And then I go and spoil it all,
By saying something stupid,
Like: "I love you".
I love you, I love you, etc.
Sung by Mark Trevorrow on GNWend in 1998 and GNWNL in September 1999.
Well every evening,
When all my dishwork is through.
I call my baby,
And ask her what shall we do.
I mention movies,
But she don't seem to dig that.
And then she ask me,
Why don't I come to her flat.
And have some supper,
And let the evening pass by.
We'll play some records,
The sound of groovy Hi-Fi.
We say yeah yeah,
That's what I say I say yeah yeah.
She's got me feeling so fine.
The Way she loves me,
She makes me know that she's mine.
And when she kisses,
I feel the fire get hot.
She never misses,
She gives it all that she's got.
And when she asks me,
If everything is okay,
I give my answer,
The only thing I could say,
I say yeah yeah.
That's what I say,
I say yeah yeah.
And turn the lights down low,
So that night can see.
We gotta do that,
We gotta do that.
We gotta do that,
We gotta do that.
And there'll be no one else alive,
In all the world except for you and me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
And turn the lights down low,
So that night can see.
We gotta do that,
We gotta do that.
We gotta do that,
We gotta do that.
And there'll be no one else alive,
In all the world except for you and me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
I never knew such a thrill.
This sound I'm feeling,
We're going over the hill.
My pretty baby,
I want all to my own.
I can do it really,
To leave you all on your own.
And when I ask her,
If everything is okay,
I got my answer,
I'm just a hunka-hunka burnin love.
That's what I say,I say yeah yeah!
That's what I say,I say yeah yeah!
That's what I say,I say yeah yeah!
That's what I say,I say yeah yeah!
That's what I say,I say yeah yeah!
That's what I say,I say yeah yeah!
That's what I say,I say yeah yeah!
That's what I say,I say yeah yeah!
That's what I say,I say yeah yeah!
That's what I say,I say yeah yeah!
Sung by Glenn Tilbrook and Paul on GNWNL 1999.
I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a flannel for my face.
Pyjamas, a hairbrush, new shoes and a case.
I said to my reflection,
Let's get out of this place.
Passed the church and the steeple,
The laundry on the hill.
Billboards and the buildings,
Memories of it still keep calling,
(Calling) And calling (calling),
But forget it all I know I will.
Tempted but the truth is discovered.
What's been going on,
Now that you have gone.
There's no other,
Tempted by the fruit of another,
Tempted but the truth is discovered.
The people keep on grabbing,
Ain't wishing I was well.
I said, "It's no occasion. No story I can tell."
At my bedside, empty pocket, a foot without a sock.
Your body gets much closer,
I fumble for the clock,
Alarmed by the seduction,
I wish that it would stop.
Tempted but the truth is discovered.
What's been going on,
Now that you have gone there's no other.
Tempted by the fruit of another,
Tempted but the truth is discovered.
But it's not my conscience that hates to be untrue.
I asked of my reflection,
Tell me what is there to do?
Tempted but the truth is discovered.
What's been going on,
Now that you have gone there's no other.
Tempted by the fruit of another,
Tempted but the truth is discovered.
Tempted but the truth is discovered.
I've been tempted by the fruit of another,
Tempted but the truth is discovered.
What's been going on.
Sung by Mark Trevorrow and Rebecca Barnard on GNWNL in July 1999.
C, c, c, come, come inside,
Oh I've been expecting you here tonight.
Sh, sh, sh, shoes, shake 'em off,
While I go and turn my music down soft.
There ain't no room for your sweet head.
Now ain't it a shame you've missed the last train,
'Cause all I've got is a single bed.
There ain't no room for your sweet head.
Single bed, single bed,
I've got one solitary, lonesome single bed.
And we can explore each others minds.
D, d, d, dive, don't be blind,
When the pleasure's all night *cheesy Bob Downe singing noise*
There ain't no room for your sweet head.
Now ain't it a shame you've missed the last train,
'Cause all I've got is a single bed.
Single bed, single bed,
There ain't no room for your sweet head.
Single bed, single bed,
I've got one solitary, lonesome single bed.
Funky town!
There ain't no room for your sweet head.
Now ain't it a shame you've missed the last train,
'Cause all I've got is a single bed.
There ain't no room for your sweet head.
Single bed, single bed,
I've got one solitary, lonesome single bed.
I've got one solitary, lonesome single bed.
Thanks to MOSH for working this out, especially Disco Shop Girl, Jenny and Alisso.
Friday night lonely,
Friday night hell.
Friday night heartache,
But it's just as well.
And it's Friday night bitter,
It never ends.
'Til Saturday morning,
rolls round again.
A joyless embrace.
Friday night rotten,
ripped off your face.
Friday night distant,
Friday night feas.
Laughing hyenas,
Dead on your feet.
High held head.
The peep show lows
And dumb, dumb highs.
White trash will whirl us by,
Blue the poets of mesmerise.
As the colour lights go on,
In wonderland, she hits the sky.
She don't belong here,
He don't belong here,
We don't belong here.
Friday night brawls.
Friday night tributes,
Drunken and bored.
Friday night stupour,
Sickness and friends.
Alleys and backstreets,
Pissed up against.
Beneath Friday night skies.
Friday night fevers,
Hellos and goodbyes.
Friday night weary,
Found in her bed.
A million more reasons,
State no defence.
Amphetamines and wasted time.
Shopping malls and amyl nitrate,
Porn shop heart ons, nice design.
Toilet perfumed drag queens,
Sort of joining petrol kings inside.
She don't belong here,
He don't belong here,
We don't belong here.
She don't belong here,
He don't belong here,
He don't belong here.
Friday night hell.
Friday night hatred,
But it's just as well.
And it's Friday night bitter,
It never ends.
'Til Saturday morning rolls round again.
'Til Saturday morning rolls round again.
'Til Saturday morning rolls round again.