Darlinghurst Nights

I opened a notebook, it read "The Darlinghurst Years"

I snapped it shut but out jumped some tears

I didn't have to read it, it all came back

Dragging my fingers through my hair

Hidding behind her back



Gut rot cappuccino, gut rot spaghetti

Gut rot rock'n'roll through the eyes of Frank Brunetti

And always the traffic, always the lights

Joe played the cello through those

Darlinghurst Nights



One more coffee and I must go

Back to my room more chapters to go

We'll meet up in an alley with more places I know



I'm going to change my appearance everyday

I'm going to write a movie and then I'm going to star

in a play

I'm going to go to Caracas because you know I'm

just going to have to get away



Marjorie and Kim, Andy and Clint, Debbie, Bertie, people came and went

And then there was Suzie who we never ever saw again



And always the traffic always the lights

Climbing that hill star studded nights

Joe played the cello



Alright.