Australian Crawl - Hoochi Gucci Fiorucci Mama Lyrics
Everyday i see you wearing things that have never been worn beforeWhile the children at the government schools send money for the poorAnd all you buy you bargain for, with your little manSo that from your silks down to your paramourYour tres, tres, paragonSo its a backbeach in the summerThe chalet for the snowYou poor hoochie gucci fiorucci mamaYou got really no place to goAntiques flown in from venice fill your house upon the hillWhile your money sold the soul love of rock and rollFor some cheap disco thrillI've seen your peers pouting over beersThe loneliness it showedMistaking tacky sex for sensualityTheybought in Toorak roadSo its a backbeach in the summerThe chalet for the snowYou poor hoochie gucci fiorucci mamaYou got really no place to goInside her empty castleHer lonely heart will dwellThe life that she's been losing'sLike some stony bagatelleThe loving that you never foundYou don't know the reason whyOh hoochie gucci fiorucci mamaDont you cry