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