I thought I?d move to Sydney to get a little piece
Of the city life they talk about in the 90?s.
Where everyone I meet don?t want to know my name
They want to know what I do for a living
My songs don?t earn me money or fill my pockets with cash
Every time I go busking I earn more in hash
Everything I want is getting further out of reach
Like that funky little apartment down in bondi
I?ve been getting cozy with a kiwi boy
He?d kill me if I said he was sweet as apple pie
He?s going to leave me and hit the road
He?s touring with the theater ? if you see him say I said
All the birthday money my parents sent
Was spent on the phonebill and paying my rent
Frijole, guacamole anything you want
I?m working as a waitress in a mexican restaurant