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• Artiste: Cold Chisel
• Titre: Drinkin' In Port Lincoln
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Connie goes down to the Pier Hotel She's on the lookout for a quick romance She talks real slow and she never could spell But Jesus don't you watch her dance Well the Pier's never been no youth hostel Those bayside boys are all as crazy as hell And when she hits that floor like a cannonshell They only wanna get inside her pants With his feet spread out and his shoulders shakin' Some fisherman takes her hand And they clear the floor and they shout more music And they dance until she just can't stand And he leads her down past the Baytown jetty To a place he's found, and he lets her down steady And the stars hang low like bleached confetti And they make sweet love in the sand You know times are tough in old S.A. They got thousands on the dole And when the weekend comes they wanna drown their troubles At the very best waterhole And it feels much better when they get to thinkin' Of the nights ahead when they hit Port Lincoln And the Pier Hotel where theyíll all be drinkin' To the Baytown rock'n'roll He's leaning on the verandah rail Sipping Queensland rum She's strolling back to the Pier Hotel Her legs are kind of numb Their eyes lock on for a second too long And though they've never met The message gets through and Connie starts thinkiní The night ain't over yet Oh no the night ain't over yet