[ti:you gotta love this city] [ar:the whitlams] [al:sydney 2000 theme] [offset:500] [00:01.00]2000 Sydney theme [00:01.22] [00:02.22]You gotta love this city [00:09.14] -----the Whitlams [00:15.58] [00:15.98] [00:16.11]No head for breakfast [00:19.39]The car wouldn't start [00:21.97]train was really full [00:25.42]No he didn't want to walk [00:29.43]The houses all the same [00:32.96]Now here's the rain [00:35.62]Not falling [00:37.18]It's collapsing at his feet [00:42.28]Deep breath and Bundy's on [00:45.85]With a raincoat on his arm [00:49.73]He wishes the hours would disappear [00:54.53]The trip's in vain, 'cause awaiting him : [00:57.85]A layoff notice and his severance pay [01:01.39]He shuffles back to the train again [01:06.95]You've gotta love this city [01:13.32]For days he lies in bed [01:16.48]Nothing in his head [01:18.56]Enough Oprah, time to rise and take 'em on [01:24.61]So he tracks on, tracks on into town [01:30.58]He's never down [01:33.24]When he's walking one in a hundred in a crowd [01:38.41]Yeah the girls are pretty and the lights are bright [01:41.86]And it's truth and dare all in the one big night [01:45.80]He really loves his city [01:51.11] [01:51.63]Holding court at Taylor Square proper [01:55.63]The man he could become [01:58.51]Lee is full as a bum now [02:01.37]Seven holy parcels by his side [02:07.29]Yeah, you gotta love this city [02:15.74]You gotta love this city [02:21.52] [02:22.42] [02:35.42] [02:37.90]He walks along the foreshore [02:41.10]He's got a bottle [02:43.76]And he shrugs in time with the water [02:47.40]The water loves him [02:50.31]He can take no car [02:54.21]He won't miss his job [02:57.90]At least he's got the city [03:02.83]It was busy everywhere he went [03:05.19]There was a crowd over the bay [03:09.60]And a fireworks display [03:12.88]"It's all very strange for a Thursday night" thought he [03:18.64]And it dawns on him as a cracker explodes [03:23.56]And who the hell is he going to blame ? [03:26.20]It dawns on him, the horror [03:28.97]We got the Olympic Games [03:33.27] [03:35.72]You gotta love this city [03:40.51]For its body and not its brain [03:46.38]And he screams : "My city is a whore" [03:50.69]It's opened its legs to the world [03:54.14]Jumped up and down in pastel shirts [03:57.24]And lathered up thinking about designs for T-shirts [04:02.91]You gotta love this city [04:08.14]For its body and not its brain [04:13.99][You used to love this city] [04:15.84][Love this city, used to love this city] [04:20.55][You used to love this city] [04:22.43][Love this city, used to love this city] [04:27.00][He used to love this city] [04:29.45][Love this city, for its body and not its brain] [04:33.69][He used to love this city] [04:35.64][Love this city, for its body and not its brain] [04:40.52]And it's more than he can take [04:43.33]And the star's reflection breaks [04:47.13]He's had enough [04:48.89]And he sinks to the bottom [04:56.12] [04:54.53]the End