| Lyrics - Last plane out of Sydney I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sahn And I sold my soul with my cigarettes To the black market man I've had the Vietnam cold turkey From the ocean to the Silver City And it's only other vets could understand. About the long forgotten dockside guarantees How there were no V-Day heros in 1973 And how we sailed into Sydney Harbour I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her She was lined and I was home to the lucky land. She was like so many more from that time on Their lives were all so empty Until they found their chosen one And their legs would hardly open But their minds were always closed And their hearts were held in fast surburban chains. And the legal pads were yellow, hours long Pay packet lean, and the telex-writers clattered Where the gun-ships once had been And carparks made me jumpy and I never stopped the dream for the growing need for speed and novacaine. So I worked across the country from end to end I tried to find a place to settle down Where my mixed-up life could mend Held a job on an oil rig, flying choppers when I could But the night life nearly drove me round the bend. And I travelled round the world from year to year And each one found me aimless One more year the worst for wear And I've been back to South East Asia You know the answer sure ain't there But I'm drifting north to check things out again.... |
As Sydney Airport is
surrounded on three
sides by densely-populated suburbs it has an 11 pm to 6 am curfew on all plane movements. . This means every day there's a Last plane out of Sydney:. . ![]() ....Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone In seven flying hours and I'll be landing in Hong Kong And there ain't nothing like the kisses From a teenage Chinese princess I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long. Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone And it's really got me worried I'm going nowhere and I'm in a hurry You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone. |