Breakfast At Sweethearts — текст песни (cold chisel)

Words and Music by Don Walker.
Campbell lane,
And thru` the window curtain rain,
Long night gone, yellow day,
The speed shivers melts away.
Six o`clock I`m going down,
The coffee`s hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts` breakfast the best in town.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
Hey! Anne-Maria,
It`s always good to see her,
She don`t smile a flirt,
She just wears that mini-skirt,
Drunks come in
A paper bag Brandivino,
Dreams fly away
as she pulls another capucino.
Six o`clock I`m going down,
The coffee`s hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts` breakfast the best in town.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts.
At Six o`clock I`m going down,
The coffee`s hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts` breakfast the best in town.
Six o`clock I`m going down,
The coffee`s hot and the toast is brown,
Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way,
Sweethearts` breakfast the best in town.
Breakfast at Sweethearts, ye-ah ye-e ye-e yeah.
Transcribed by Ivan Smith-Romero (ismith@cmet.net)