The Whitlams Laugh in Their Faces

We fall into old habits

Talk about giving it up after getting right on

Letter to your mother says you're doing everything you can

And I'm glad that she won't get the joke



You're as free as a ten year old

With a room of your very own

Doesn't matter at all what all those people say at home

With your good humour you're a hero



And you can stop them dragging you down

They've got nothing better to do

Sometimes you've got to laugh in their faces



It doesn't matter if your guitar is in hock

It doesn't matter if you owe us all a lot

'Cause you're getting happier by the minute

And they wouldn't have a clue about what it's like to be lazy

when you've got too much to do

Words & Music: Tim Freedman

Tim Freedman: vocal, backing vocals, piano, Korg C3 organ

Bernie Hayes: electric & acoustic guitars

Matt Galvin: chorus licks guitar

Andy Lewis: bass

Michael Richards: drums

Chris Abrahams: Hammond organ