The Whitlams - Year of the Rat lyrics

Creeping into town with all these changes in my head Funny how my old haunts all look new Taxi from the airport to the Paris end of King I'll drop my bag to see who's in Dirty streets Fabulous friends Here I am In your arms again It's easy being famous in Sydney Cos everyone's a star But its gotta 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 Dirty streets Fabulous friends Yeah here I am In your arms again Get a shine on All night and day You rough me up Til I gotta get away You know I love you, but you're trying to k** me, yeah Gotta hold your head up in the year of the rat You know I love you, but you're trying to k** me, yeah Gotta hold your head up in the year of the rat, tat, a-tat-tat tat Second row, with the earpiece And a rumble in his eye Making sure that I don't stumble And wishes all the freaks would die Over there, a plain clothes cop Looking at his watch a lot Wondering is it time to call in the dogs Dirty streets Fabulous friends Here I am In your arms again Get a shine on All night and day You rough me up til I gotta get away You know I love you, but you're trying to k** me, yeah Gotta hold your head up in the year of the rat You know I love you, but you're trying to k** me, yeah Gotta hold your head up in the year of the rat, tat, a-tat-tat tat You know I love you, but you're trying to k** me You know I love you, but you're trying to k** me, yeah