Boundary Street lyrics - Cold Chisel

Mullet faces in the station

Ballerinas on a chain

Dancing bears with long eyelashes

Pretty bows and black moustaches

Jealous baby lost the party

Got a loaded forty-five

Put your lonely hand in mine

And we'll go where they're crossing live

Take me down to Boundary Street

Take me down to Boundary Street

I got friends who'd die to meet you

Maître d's who'll kill to seat you

Take me down to Boundary Street

Take me down to Boundary Street

I don't care what's goin' on

Down that street is where I'm gone

Little show all, got a catcall

Feathers on the football star

Leopards in designer labels

Laid across the roulette tables

Weekend users sliding outta

Limousines where we can hide

I'll be yours, and you'll be mine

And I'll strap you in for the ride

Come away with me, I'll show you

Hidden doors and where they go

Baby can't go on pretending

There'll ever be a happy ending

Take me down to Boundary Street

Take me down to Boundary Street

I don't care what's goin' on

Boundary Street is where I'm gone