Cold Chisel - Yakuza Girls Lyrics
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Yakuza Girls
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What Are The Lyrics For Yakuza Girls By Cold Chisel?
Well, it's the last call at the fag end
Of the wrong bar at the bad end Of the wrong side of a dog town On a one way road that takes you down From a shit creek, and back again The doors swing open and they all come in From the arse end of a sick world A bus load of Yakuza girls Yakuza girls, chicks of doom Fanning out to cover the room Smokin' Luckys, climbin' the bar Drinkin' saki from an old fruit jar Yakuza girls, 12 o'clock high Fishnets all the way to Hawaii Playin' karaoke and singin along With the key word of a lock'n'loll song Well, ya get to see 'em all comin' through this place Every household name then forgotten face Every fucked up, low down, pintucked, rewound Siliconed, pillsucker has been that ever found Jesus in the bottom of a bottle, Yeah I reckon I'd seen it all but I swear I never seen this much potential romance Since Lovelace Watkins split his pants Yakuza girls, climbin' the walls Chewin' on gun and grabbin' my balls And tellin' me to cough, and seein' how far They can pole dance off the end of the bar Yakuza girls, doin' the dog With a yo-yo in and outta the bog Who's that haulin' on a rubber glove Yakuza girls, lookin' for love |
Who Wrote Yakuza Girls By Cold Chisel?
Donald Walker
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What's The Duration Of The Yakuza Girls By Cold Chisel?The duration of Yakuza Girls is 2:24 minutes and seconds. |
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