Lyrics
Ladies and gents, it gives me great pleasure
To welcome here with us tonight, a national treasure
You’ve heard him on the radio, you’ve seen him on the telly
Give him a big round of applause - Mr Paul Kelly
Here he is, the one who sings our all-time favourite songs:
Dumb things, Deeper water, Before too long
From St Kilda to King’s Cross, When I first met your ma
The one where the kid’s pretending he’s asleep in the back of the car
The one about the land rights deal; Gurindji, Gough and the Feds
And many, many more that just got stuck inside our heads
But he took a little while to find his groove
‘Till he got the hang of it
Now, come to think of it..
How’d he get away with it
How’d he get away with it
How’d he get away with it
Another skeleton in the closet
Forgive me Paul, I lost myself, dunno what got into me
That was not becoming of the fan I am, much less tonight’s em-cee
Just in case you’re wondering, listen mate, we’re fine
You’re a national treasure, you give us great pleasure
You’ve given me mine
But I wanna know how he owns this town
Every little bit of it
Come to think of it..
How’s he get away with it
How’s he get away with it
How’s he get away with it
How’d he get away with it
How’d he get away with it
How’d he get away with it
Another skeleton in the closet
A handsome guy with a brooding stare
Making out like he’s Baudelaire
How he tips his hat to the hordes
He only knows a handful of chords!
You’d reckon he took the golden fleece
His middle name’s Maurice!
He borrowed and stole and pilfered and pried
He’s a musical magpie, this guy
He must have pissed off some band members
He might have harmed the Messengers!
How he disowned his work with the Dots
Having to explain to Knopfler that he dozed off
He who knows the ways of the world
Thought he liked the sound of it
Called his band The Coloured Girls!