Cold Chisel — Boundary Street

Mullet faces in the station Ballerinas on a chain Dancing bears with long eyelashes Pretty bows and black moustaches Jealous baby lost the party Got a loaded forty-five Put your lonely hand in mine And we'll go where they're crossing live Take me down to Boundary Street Take me down to Boundary Street I got friends who'd die to meet you Maître d's who'll kill to seat you Take me down to Boundary Street Take me down to Boundary Street I don't care what's goin' on Down that street is where I'm gone Little show all, got a catcall Feathers on the football star Leopards in designer labels Laid across the roulette tables Weekend users sliding outta Limousines where we can hide I'll be yours, and you'll be mine And I'll strap you in for the ride Come away with me, I'll show you Hidden doors and where they go Baby can't go on pretending There'll ever be a happy ending Take me down to Boundary Street Take me down to Boundary Street I don't care what's goin' on Boundary Street is where I'm gone