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He gets his hair cut at Marini's |
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And he drives a Lamborghini |
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The finest thing that ever walked this earth |
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His flat is just divine |
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He buys yoghurt and buys wine |
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A million dollars is what he's worth |
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Chorus |
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Well he's a village playboy |
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Toorak cowboy yes he is |
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Well he's a village playboy |
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Toorak cowboy yes he is |
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He dyes all his grey ends |
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And he's got lottsa gay friends |
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He is twenty-nine if he's a day |
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And he wears tinted glasses |
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And his girls have got tight arses |
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And if he's camp he wouldn't like to say |
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Chorus |
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He'll be at the supper show on Friday night |
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Goes once a month just to make it look right |
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At interval he'll say the movie's a drag |
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As he gets a cigarette from his leather shoulder bag |
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Chorus |
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Well he bought his first dope outside the South Yarra Arms |
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A whole matchbox full in his hot little palms |
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Nineteen Sixty-Eight and the scene was cool |
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And all of his friends knew that he wasn't a fool |
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He knows the antique dealers |
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And all those other stealers |
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I'll be glad when he goes overseas |
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My friends he don't do nothin' |
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He just ain't got no stuffin' |
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He's just another social disease |
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Chorus |
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Well he's a village playboy |
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Toorak cowboy yes he is |
