Lyrics Year of the Rat - The Whitlams
Creeping
into
town
with
all
these
changes
in
my
head
Funny
how
my
old
haunts
all
look
new
A
taxi
from
the
airport
to
the
Paris
end
of
King
I'll
drop
my
bags
I'll
see
who's
in
My
dirty
streets
My
fabulous
friends
Here
I
am
In
your
arms
again
It's
easy
being
famous
in
Sydney
'Cause
everyone's
a
star
But
it's
got
to
be
deepest
darkest
night
For
you
to
see
them
all
There's
beer
and
women
even
for
the
thinking
man
Join
the
circus
come
on
down
I've
heard
they'll
even
stop
kicking
you
Just
before
you
hit
the
ground
My
dirty
streets
My
fabulous
friends
Yeah
here
I
am
In
your
arms
again
I'll
get
a
shine-on
All
night
and
day
You
rough
me
up
'Til
I
gotta
get
away
You
know
I
love
you
but
you
try
and
kill
me
Gotta
hold
your
head
up
in
the
Year
of
the
Rat
Newtown
I
love
you
but
you
try
and
kill
me
Gotta
hold
your
head
up
in
the
Year
of
the
Rat
Tat,
a
tat-tat,
tat
Second
rower
with
the
earpiece
and
the
rumble
in
his
eye
Making
sure
that
I
don't
stumble,
wishes
all
the
freaks'd
die
Over
there
a
plain-clothes
cop
looking
at
his
watch
a
lot
Wondering
is
it
time
to
call
in
the
dogs
My
dirty
streets
My
fabulous
friends
Here
I
am
In
your
arms
again
I'll
get
a
shine-on
All
night
and
day
You
rough
me
up
'Til
I
gotta
get
away
You
know
I
love
you
but
you
try
and
kill
me
Gotta
hold
your
head
up
in
the
Year
of
the
Rat
Newtown
I
love
you
but
you
try
and
kill
me
Gotta
hold
your
head
up
in
the
Year
of
the
Rat
Tat,
a
tat-tat,
tat
You
know
I
love
you
but
you
try
and
kill
me
You
know
I
love
you
but
you
try
and
kill
me,
yeah
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