You Sound Like Louis Burdett

Ebm B Bb (repeat) Verse (same chords): Had a little bit to drink There's a little thing I wanted to do out east Nothing too emotional, my good miss I couldn't be serious in a room full of jack-knife eyes Stop talking 'bout the years - you sound like Louis Burdett F# Ab B And we roll on to my back shed C# F# Play some poker, scratch my head F# Ab B Look at the sky and spot the planes C# F# Where would I go on holidays? Ab E Roll with the punches down the aisles B Bb Ebm B Bb and down the streets the weeks roll by. Ebm B Bb I'm chewing ice and grinning I'm spewing up and spinning It's biliousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen. Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere What? Someone might see you alone? Stop bagging out the band, You sound like Louis Burdett F# Ab All my friends are fuckups B C# but they're fun to have around F# Ab Banana chairs out on the concrete B C# Telling stories to the stars F# Ab How Geminis love wooden dragons, yeah E B Bb Ebm B Bb How down the street the weeks roll by. Ab B F# E B The moment the night wears off the bombsite reappears B A They're all asleep but the morning tastes like wine It tastes like wine in Tempe D E F# I feel so good I, just might, wake him up Ebm B Bb Pat him on the bald head - tell me about a dream, Louis Something obscene, Louis Your life's an open magazine, Louis. Solo over same chords. Ebm B Bb I'm stoned in a bookshop, sober in a nightclub S*x is everywhere but no-where around me By the time she gets to Marrickville we'll be masturbating Never rains in Tempe but the planes remind me of family money And the lack down here Stop talking, frustrated, 'cause I sound like Louis Burdett F# Ab B And we roll on to my back shed C# F# Play some poker, scratch my head F# Ab B Look at the sky and spot the planes C# F# Where would I go on holidays? Ab E Roll with the punches down the aisles B Bb Ebm B Bb and down the streets the weeks roll by. F# Ab All my friends are fuckups B C# but they're fun to have around F# Ab Banana chairs out on the concrete B C# Telling stories to the stars F# Ab How Geminis love wooden dragons, yeah E B Bb Ebm B Bb How down the street the weeks roll by.