Another night at the Palace 'cause there is nothing else to do
The same people, the same drinks and the same music, the same quicksand
I think this harbour town is waist deep and sinking fast

Chorus
Hello city, you've found an enemy in me
Hello city, hello city

Second night at the Warehouse,
and my mock turtleneck just reeks
From the liquor room to the changeroom,
to the doom and gloom of the hotel room
I wish this seaside beerhall would sink into the bay

Chorus

Maybe I caught you at a bad time
Maybe I should call you back next week
Maybe half the fault was mine that
the sun didn't shine on Barrington Street

It's three o'clock in the morning,
and I'm hungry so let's eat
Climb down three flights to the streetlights,
and the bar-fights, we're just taking in the sights
I hope tomorrow that I wake up in my own bed

Chorus

What a good place to be Don't believe them,'cause they speak a different language
and it's never been happy for me
It's Happy Hour again
Hello cityHello city