Skyhooks - Toorak Cowboy Lyrics
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Toorak Cowboy
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What Are The Lyrics For Toorak Cowboy By Skyhooks?
He gets his hair cut at Marini's
And he drives a Lamborghini The finest thing that ever walked this earth His flat is just divine He buys yogurt and buys wine A million dollars is what he's worth [Chorus] Well, he's a village playboy Toorak Cowboy, yes, he is Well, he's a village playboy Toorak Cowboy, yes, he is He dyes all his gray ends And he's got lots of gay friends He is twenty-nine if he's a day And he wears tinted glasses And his girls have got tight arses And if he's camp he wouldn't like to say [Chorus] He'll be at the supper show on Friday night Goes once a month just to make it look right At interval he'll say the movie's a drag As he gets a cigarette from his leather shoulder bag [Chorus] Well, he bought his first dope outside the South Yarra Arms A whole matchbox full in his hot little palms Nineteen Sixty-Eight and the scene was cool And all of his friends knew that he wasn't a fool He knows the antique dealers And all those other stealers I'll be glad when he goes overseas My friends, he don't do nothin' He just ain't got no stuffin' He's just another social disease [Chorus] Well, he's a village playboy Toorak Cowboy, yes, he is |
Who Wrote Toorak Cowboy By Skyhooks?
Gregory J Macainsh
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What's The Duration Of The Toorak Cowboy By Skyhooks?The duration of Toorak Cowboy is 3:45 minutes and seconds. |
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