Letra de Northcote (So Hungover)

[Verse 1]
Hello
Oh, hey, Joel, how you going?
Ya, I’m just on a, uh, tram, just really hungover
Hey, you know that, um, band competition we went in
"So You Think You Can Copy"?
Yeah, we won, man!
Yeah, we got a record contract out of it
We’re with, like, Independent Records
They’re, like, an offshoot of Sony
Ya, we have to make, like, one over-hyped album
We get, uh,
Molly Meldrum kudos
Rage guest programming rights
A memory stick full of Myspace friends
And we can write the soundtrack to an ad of our choice
Nah, man, we haven’t sold out, we’ve still got creative control
Oh, our t-shirts, yeah, extra smalls have gone
We, like, changed our name too
We’re, like, "Rage Against The Sewing Machine"
We’re all about anger and fashion
How is your album going?
Yeah, you laid down some tracks?
Oh, actual tracks, for Connex? Yeah, right
I guess you’ve got to pay for the studio hire, huh?
What’s it called again? "Z-Sides and Demos"
What’s a greatest hits concept EP?
Nothing but secret tracks... yeah, right
Are you worried about people burning it? I meant in a fire
Hey, did I mention we picked up a grant?
Yeah, Grant Taylor, our bass player
We picked him up from the side of the road
He was, like, passed out
Ya, we had to deal with an agent and everything
Domestos, mainly, he was in pretty bad shape
[Chorus]
Riding around on the 86
So hungover
Gonna go down to JB Hi-Fi
Flick through 'indie'
[Verse 2]
Ya, so, um, last night we supported, uh, Pose Tattoo
Like, they’re fronted by Sad Sanderson
Down at the Fitzroy Anti-Social Club
Ya, it was alright, man, but, you know, the mixing was really bad
Like, my G&T didn’t even have lemon in it
You know, like, the band’s really gelling... like, our hair
It’s just, like, we’re going through an '80s thing at the moment
Anyway, man, sorry I couldn’t come to your gig the other night
I just didn’t really want to go... how was it?
Ya, you smashed up your gear afterwards? That’s pretty rock
Oh, in a car accident? Yeah, right, that’s not so good, man
Hey, I had to go to hospital the other day too
It’s these new jeans, man, I just couldn’t get my wallet out
Yeah, they had to cut me out, a local anaesthetic
[Chorus]
Riding around on the 86
So hungover
Gonna go down to Pony
Pretend I’m in Kings of Leon
[Verse 3]
Ya, I just, I’m really busy you know
I’ve just got so much on my plate
I got this, uh, tofu salad and it’s just going everywhere, man
You know this whole, like, record contract and stuff, I just
I don’t want it to go to my head, you know
The last thing I wanna do is become, like, a clichéd character
Anyway, man, I better go, I’m, like, running out of street credit
But um, ya, it’s a shame you can’t come to my party
I know, I just didn’t invite you though
Laters