[Intro: Spoken]
But we're not singing, we're just dancing
Oh yeah
No I don't like this one
[Chorus] x8
People will always call you young
Believing in things that can't be done
[Verse 1]
Last chance saloon at the quarter past the hour
In a hole 'round the corner called the Hunter's Half Moon
There's a struggle for the power of a band and a wagon
A friend that fell off down in Puerto Banús
Near fluent in Italian, a Spanish Brad Stallion
Fought with the courage of a hundred lost galleons
Sank to the bottom of a foreigner's shore
Wind down with Valium and walk to the store
[Chorus] x4
People will always call you young
Believing in things that can't be done
[Verse 2]
It's the middle of September, I was sitting with a member
Of a band, full of brandy, crew out in the Bush
We're 'bout to play a show and we're hyping their records
That we'll probably sample, tighten up 'cause they're loose
It's a sing-a-long a sing-song, down an alley ding-dong
Drinking a Berocca banana-na juice
I'm about 'a go home Cal gotta see my friends now
Gotta hang up all my travelling shoes
[Hook] x3
Running is all that I've got
I feel found in a town when I'm feeling lost
As soon as a girl that I trust
Comes flaunts it around 'til she throws me down
[Chorus] x3
People will always call you young
Believing in things that can't be done
Well I say f** 'em