Believing In Things That Can't Be Done

But were not singing, were just dancing Oh yeah No I don't like this one People who always call you young Believe in things that can't be done Last chance saloon at the quarter past the hour In a hole round the corner called the Hammerstaff Moon There's a struggle for the power of a band in a wagon A friend that fell off down in Puerto Banús Fluent in Italian, a Spanish Brad Stallion Fought with the courage of a hundred lost galleons Sank to the bottom of a foreigner's shore Wind down with Valium and walk to the store People who always call you young Believe in things that can't be done It's the middle of September, I was sitting with a member of a band, full of brandy, crew out in the bush. We're 'bout to play a show and we're hyping their record That we'll probably sample tighten up cos there loose It's a sing a long a sing song down a alley ding dong Drinking a Berocca burn on a hard juice I'm a better go home now got see my friends now Gotta hang up all my travelling shoes Running in is all that I've got I feel finding a time when I'm feeling lost As soon as a girl that I trust Comes lost around til she throws me down People who always call you young Believe in things that can't be done Well I say fuck em Yeah man you can can