I’m a tourist,
Not a terrorist
I can tell you what I’m here for
I’m looking for a good year
Not 1984

Yeah, I’m a tourist,
Not a terrorist
See me coming in the front door
Looking for a good year
Not 1984

I’m not an alien,
I’m Australian
I know I sound a little strange, yes?
But don’t we all want the same thing?
A little bit of happiness

Give me some love
Give me some love
Not 1984

It’s all a distraction, guaranteed satisfaction
But only for now, not for long
Yes it’s all an illusion, all the confusion
But right now we’re singing a song
Yes it’s all in the view, so how’s it looking to you?
It’s a wild ride but don’t get me wrong
It can be amusing, but what are we choosing?
Well right now, we’re singing a song

I’m a tourist,
Not a terrorist
I can tell you what I’m here for
I’m looking for a good year
Not 1984

I’m not an alien,
I’m Australian
I know I sound a little strange, yes? Yes.
But don’t we all want the same thing?
A little bit of happiness

Give me some love
Give me some love
Not 1984

Give me some love
Give me some love
Not 1984

Give me some love (Give me some love)
Give me some love (Give me some love)
Give me some love (Give me some love)
Give me some love (Give me some love)
Give me some love (Ooh, give me some love)
Give me some love
Give me some love (Ooh, give me some love)
Give me some love (All you need is)
Give me some love
Give me some love
Give me some love

BrotherMusic

I was at a party
And this fella said to me
“Something bad is happening,
I’m sure you do agree.
People care for nothing,
No respect for human rights.
Evil times are coming,
We are in for darker nights.”

I said “who are you
To talk about impending doom?”
He got kinda wary
As he looked around the room
He said, “I’m a minister,
A big shot in the state.”
I said “I just can’t believe it,
Boy, I think it’s great.
Brother, can you tell me
What is right and what is wrong?”
He said, “keep on rocking baby
‘Til the night is gone”

On and on and on
Keep on rocking baby
‘Til the night is gone
On and on and on
‘Til the night is gone

On and on and on
Keep on rocking baby
‘Til the night is gone
On and on and on
‘Til the night is gone

Over in the corner,
I could see this other guy.
He was kinda flirty
He was giving me the eye
So I took advantage
Of the fact that I’m a star
Shook my hair and took
A casual stroll up to the bar
And as sure as hell
This guy was coming up to me
He said, “who am I and
Who are you and who are we?
What’s our situation do
We have some time for us?”
I said, I was not exactly
Waiting for the bus
He said, “if you’re going
Somewhere can I come along?”
I said, “keep on rocking baby
‘Til the night is gone”

On and on and on
Keep on rocking baby
‘Til the night is gone
On and on and on
‘Til the night is gone

On and on and on
Keep on rocking baby
‘Til the night is gone
On and on and on
‘Til the night is gone

On and on and on
Keep on rocking baby
‘Til the night is gone
On and on and on
‘Til the night is gone

On and on and on
Keep on rocking baby
‘Til the night is gone

Woah, woah, woah, woah

You were lyin’ there with nothing on
But a goofy little grin and a platinum blonde
I can’t believe you’d do that on our bed
I got a pistol and I got a bullet
And a pissed off finger just’a itchin’ to pull it
The only thing keepin’ me from losin’ my head

Is I hate stripes and orange ain’t my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I’ll be wearin’ one or the other
There’s no crime of passion
Worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin’ your life
Is that I don’t look good in orange and I hate stripes

Woah, woah, woah

I could fall in love with the prison guard
I could sell cigarettes in the prison yard
Don’t think hard time would be that hard on me
I could pick up trash on the side of the road
But I’d die if I saw someone I know
It ain’t the chains – it’s the clothes that’s stoppin’ me

I hate stripes and orange ain’t my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I’ll be wearin’ one or the other
There’s no crime of passion
Worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin’ your life
Is that I don’t look good in orange and I hate stripes

Oh, and one shot ain’t worth a bad mugshot
God knows I wouldn’t be caught holdin’ up a number
While the whole town’s starin’ at the picture
In the paper of me wearin’ stripes

There’s no crime of passion
Worth a crime of fashion

The only thing savin’ your life
Is that I don’t look good in orange and I hate stripes

Orange ain’t my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I’ll be wearin’ one or the other
There’s no crime of passion
Worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin’ your life
Is that I don’t look good in orange and I hate stripes

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah