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Fitzy and Wippa’s – Taylor Swift ‘Shake It Off’ PARODY Kings Cross

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If you know Kings Cross in Sydney, then this parody by Fitzy and Wippa is on the money.  Using Taylor Swift’s “Shake it off”, it’s a great take on what its like to spend a night at the Cross.

 

It’s the black sheep of the state
It is the seedy gateway
We only see it late (Doof Doof)Never through the day (Can I borrow a dollar mate)
Taxis stay away
Red lights on display
And there’s coppers on the chase, (Police siren)For people off their face, ooht, ooht
Bouncers they keep booting
And steroid freaks keep losing
And young blokes keep pursuing
For a chick
Saying, “this is gonna be my night”
Cause the ravers gonna rave, rave, rave, rave
Politicians gonna play, play, play, play, play
I just lost my mates, mates, mates, mates, mates
In the Cross, In the Cross
And the boobs well they’re all fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Every townie is so vain, vain, vain, vain, vain
Every bloke thinks they’re Drake, Drake, Drake, Drake
In the Cross, In the Cross
Bada Bing grab a seat
Dim Sim King go and eat
Ju Ju’s Karaoke, (Get off)
And Hugos to be seen, (Members only mate)
I’m dancing on my own (dancing on my own)
Until a drag queen has a go (moves up as I go
)He/she doesn’t take a no, mmm-mmm
And we end up heading home, mmm-mmm
And the bikies they’ll keep cruising
And Jarrad Hayne well they’ll keep shooting
And the footy clubs keep abusing
All the boys
Saying, “Please not in the Cross tonight”
Cause the girls are gonna wave, wave, wave, wave, wave
And the sailors are gonna pay, pay, pay, pay
Time to stay away, way, way, way, way
In the Cross, In the Cross
And the cops are gonna raid, raid, raid, raid
Binge Drinkers gonna stray, stray, stray, stray
St. Vincents well they pray, pray, pray, pray
In the Cross, In the cross

Ted Mulry Gang – Jump In My Car

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A Countdown classic from the 70’s.  Ted Mulry gang appeared at a floating music festival on the Sydney Harbour along with John Paul Young; another up and coming Australian performer of the day.  This song is called; “Jump in my car” which is the tale of a young bloke offering a hitchhiker a ride in his car, but the driver got more than he bargained for.

 

Jump in my car, I want to ta-ake you home
Mmm, jump in my car, it’s too far to walk on your ow-own
No thank you sir-ir
Ah, see’mon, I’m a trustworthy guy

No thank you sir-ir
Oh little girl I wouldn’t tell you no lie
I know your ga-ame
How can you say that, we only just met

You’re all the sa-ame
Ooh, she’s got me there, but I’ll get her yet
I got you there-ere
No you didn’t, I was catchin’ my breath

And look it’s startin’ to rain and baby you’ll catch your death
Well, I don’t know-ow
Ah, come on it costs nothin’ to try
And you’ll arrive ho-ome nice and dry

Mmm-mmm, jump in my car, I want to ta-ake you home
See’mon jump in my car, it’s too far to walk on your ow-own

Mmm-mmm, jump in my car, I want to ta-ake you home
See’mon jump in my car, it’s too far to walk on your ow-own
Well maybe I wi-ill
Ah, that’s better now, your talkin’ sense

Jeepers keep still
Well, if you like I’ll just put up a fence
No need to get smar-art
Well alright we’ll soon be on our-our way-ay

We better start
What for?
Because it’s such a long way-ay
Well, why, where d’you live

I live down south, it’s roughly eighty-four mi-iles
Hey slow down, you must be jokin’ there behind that cute smile
Oh, no I’m no-ot
Well, if you’re not there’s only one thing to say-ay

And what’s tha-at?
Get out the car, get on your way

Get out of my car
But you just said tha-at you’d take me home
Well, if it’s not too far-are
But there’s no way that I can get there alone

I couldn’t care less
Maybe I cou-ould see you next week
But you look a me-ess
Look who’s talkin’, you got no right to spea-ek

Get out of my car

You told me that you were a really nice guy

Well I ain’t

Yeah, get out of my car.

Get out, get out of my car.