| Somewhere in Sydney there’s a lady so pretty
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| When she crosses the harbour she’s the queen of the city
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| Somewhere in Sydney there’s a lady so sweet
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| She hides her tattoo when she’s out on the street
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| Well it might look like Monaco
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| But it sure ain’t Greece
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| They gave us Sin City on a million year lease
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| Ten miles outa Sydney
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| On Freeway Five
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| The radio’s playin' just as fast as you drive
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| Somewhere in Sydney upon Bellevue Hill
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| There’s a gay boy with a new toy
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| Movin' in for the kill
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| Somewhere in Sydney there’s a boy with a hit
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| Who’s shakin' the city and he just won’t quit
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| Well it might look like Monaco
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| But it sure ain’t Greece
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| They gave us Sin City on a million year lease
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| Ten miles outa Sydney on Freeway Five
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| The radio’s playin' just as fast as you drive
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| Sydney sweet Sydney I love your red roofs
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| And I’m spendin' all my money in your telephone booths
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| So many people so many types
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| So much truth and so much hype
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| I get anonymous letters from the North Shore
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| They don’t read like hard core
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| Name droppers on the road from my hometown
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| Bein' around just to be around
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| And there ain’t no rats in the high rise flats
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| Where the clouds float by my window
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| And the sounds on the streets are so discreet
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| And they’re all in their own special lingo |