My sweet city
My sweet city
I'm not afraid of heights anymore
Life was sittin' sad beside me
And you cured our depression
My sweet city
My sweet city
Hold me like it's nineteen seventy-four
The world outside is getting gritty
Do we have enough protection
My sweet city
My sweet city
My sweet city
Let's pick up that golden thread once more
Our bridges aren't that great in Sydney
But I have no objections
My sweet city
My sweet city
My sweet city
Raise me like it's nineteen eighty-four
Without the Orwellians' pity
You opened the door to heaven
My sweet city
(Do-do-do-do-do)
Every Friday night
(Do-do-do-do-do)
Every Friday night
(Do-do-do-do-do)
Every Friday night
(Do-do-do-do-do)
Beer stains hold psychedelic rides
My sweet city
My sweet city
You taste like milk and honey from the stores
Tomorrow might be getting shifty
But I have no objections
My sweet city