But were not singing, were just dancing
Oh yeah
No I don't like this one
People who always call you young
Believe in things that can't be done
Last chance saloon at the quarter past the hour
In a hole round the corner called the Hammerstaff Moon
There's a struggle for the power of a band in a wagon
A friend that fell off down in Puerto Banús
Fluent in Italian, a Spanish Brad Stallion
Fought with the courage of a hundred lost galleons
Sank to the bottom of a foreigner's shore
Wind down with Valium and walk to the store
People who always call you young
Believe in things that can't be done
It's the middle of September, I was sitting with a member
Of a band, full of brandy, crew out in the bush.
We're 'bout to play a show and we're hyping their record
That we'll probably sample tighten up cos there loose
It's a sing a long a sing song down a alley ding dong
Drinking a Berocca burn on a hard juice
I'm a better go home now got see my friends now
Gotta hang up all my travelling shoes
Running in is all that I've got
I feel finding a time when I'm feeling lost
As soon as a girl that I trust
Comes lost around til she throws me down
People who always call you young
Believe in things that can't be done
Well I say fuck em
Yeah man you can can
Writer(s): Jamie Alexander Treays
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