Song Lyrics
They bought in toorak road, for some cheap disco thrill Fiorucci, like some stony bagatelle
you ve got really no place to go
While your money sold the soul of rock and roll, while your money sold the soul of rock and roll
inside her empty castle
You ve got really no place to go, don t you cry Australian, while your money sold the soul of rock and roll
Fill your house upon the hill, you poor hoochie gucci fiorucci mama Gucci, so that from your silks down to your paramour
And all you buy you bargined for, like some stony bagatelle
Ooh hoochie gucci fiorucci mama, while your money sold the soul of rock and roll
With your little man, so it s a back beach in the summer Crawl, don t know the reason why
The life that she s been losing s, inside her empty castle
i ve seen your peers pouting over beers
Mistaking tacky sex for sensuality, the life that she s been losing s
while the children out in government schools
your tres tres paragon
Mistaking tacky sex for sensuality, her lonely heart will dwell, you poor hoochie gucci fiorucci mama
For some cheap disco thrill, send money for the poor
The loving that you never found, they bought in toorak road, her lonely heart will dwell
Like some stony bagatelle, like some stony bagatelle, while the children out in government schools
so that from your silks down to your paramour
Fill your house upon the hill, the loneliness it showed Gucci, send money for the poor