paroles de chanson 1001 - The Cat Empire

Parking Inspector
- Just made my list of one thousand
One thousand and one
But ah Parking Inspector
Went to my friends
When I found a fine beat
Cos I like to play a rhythm
Where the rhythm plays me
Play it all day
On a balcony above the street
Where old Franky and me we
Shuffle with our feet
And old man Georgie
Takes some sugar with his tea
When he's stirred by a melody
Of hands moving easy
You see it reminds him
Dreams by the sea
Where the breeze blows
Underneath that island tree
And we played til the playing
Gave us the munchies
Then we played in the kitchen
Made the easy gods happy
Cos we left them a little chili-special
And some chocolate we eat because it's sweet
When I leave I am smiling
At the things I haven't done
Oh I haven't broke a sweat
And I haven't had to run
For the list of one-thousand
-And-one that does plague me
On some days
When the sun rays don't come
Parking Inspector
Just made my list of one thousand
One thousand and one
But ah Parking Inspector
(Won't let you wreck my fun)
When I get to my car
I am faced with a sight
That is strange and it's sad
And it's mad it's not right
There's one thousand and one
Spaces free but I see
That he find me guilty
Of the time over fee
Now I know why my mother
Why my mother warned me
Said 'you might be lucky
But know nothing comes for free
She is right - entirely
Cos the ticket paid the song
That I sing to this beat
Parking inspector
Just made my list of one thousand
One thousand and one
But ah parking inspector
Won't let you wreck my fun
Cos when I pay for my ticket
I won't curse and despise
No i'll run into the girl
With the slinky blue eyes
Then my list of one thousand and one
Will remain
I had plans to get it done
But now my plans they have changed
Parking Inspector
Just made my list of one thousand
One thousand and one
But ah Parking Inspector
Just listen to the bass and the funky drums
Parking Inspector
Just made my list of one thousand
Grow a little more
But ah parking inspector
You won't believe what I saw
On the back of my ticket
With invisible type
Was a map to the place
With one thousand delights
And a key that was one to that
Spot by the sea where the breeze
Blows underneath that island tree