Hey guys, here’s an idea for a choir number which I’m told is much needed. Basically the men should be in formal suits and ties with cigars and the girls should be in cocktail dresses with glasses of champagne or cigarettes in those ridiculous holder thingies; everyone should look rich, basically. Maybe the first verse or so could be one or a few soloists, so it can build up.
Original lyrics
left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it's only other vets could understand
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-dayheroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land
And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
So I worked across the country end to end
Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend
And I've travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
But the answer sure ain't there
But I'm drifting north, to check things out again
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Only seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong
There ain't nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
And the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone |
Parody lyrics
Lost my cash in the GFC last year
Now my nine billion dollar salary isn’t enough I fear
I'll have to sell my car collection
Just to give me financial protection
And it’s only billionaires could understand
I used to run my company so very well
But then the stock market went down, investments went into hell
Now my yearly shareholder windfall
doesn’t show up in my mail at all
So we need the government to lend a hand
Who really cares about the homeless on the street
The pollies do much better, to cater to the rich elite
We are used to easy living
Got a standard to maintain
Gotta keep up an addiction to cocaine
And our lawyers want more money, so our lawsuits will go fine
We can now afford the only second most expensive wine
And my helicopters’ grounded
And my mansions’ up for sale
Had to move from Kirribilli to Neutral Bay
So we're asking you to look into your heart
Cause we're running low on caviar, we have empty shopping carts
Just a nice, fattened bonus
That is what we really need
Cause we've pet giraffes and elephants to feed
And we travel round the world in deepest blues
Our yacht it went to others, cause we had to buy more shoes
But someone needs to be the richest
or we'll all be working class
Those damn communists can go and kiss our arse
You know our last plane it's now going, going, gone
It's been auctioned off to save us, so can you please spare us the pain
We need comfort from our mistress
But she's too expensive for us
She needs her gold, her clothes, her chocolate, and champagne
You know our last plane it's now going, going, gone
Yeah our last plane it's now going, going, gone
And if the world has seen it's last day
We need a rocket ship to take us away
Because our last plane it's now going, going, gone |
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