Lyrics Breakfast At Sweethearts - Cold Chisel

While we're a bit mellow, here's a reggae song
I believe there's a gentleman out there who, ah, runs or works at
A place called Sweethearts, which is a restaurant in the Cross
So ah, Donald, being a regular Cross (layabout) person, layabout, drunk, thero
Wrote a song about it, a thing called "Breakfast at Sweethearts"

Campbell lane
And through the window, curtain rain
Long night gone, yellow day
The speed shivers melts away

Six o'clock, I'm goin' down
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey street sweeper, clear my way
Sweetheart breakfast, the best in town

Oh, oh-oh-oh, breakfast at Sweethearts
Oh, oh-oh-oh, breakfast at Sweethearts

Hey, Anne-Maria
It's always good to see her
She don't smile or flirt
She just wears that mini-skirt
Drunks come in
A paper bag, Brandivino
Dreams fly away
As she pulls another cappuccino

Six o'clock, I'm goin' down
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey, street sweeper, clear my way
A Sweetheart breakfast, the best in town

Oh, oh-oh-oh, breakfast at Sweethearts
Oh, oh-oh-oh, breakfast at Sweethearts
Whoo

Six o'clock, I'm goin' down
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey, street sweeper, clear my way
A Sweetheart breakfast, the best in town

Six o'clock, I'm goin' down
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey, street sweeper, clear my way
A Sweetheart breakfast, the best in town

Breakfast at Sweethearts