BIG SMOKE CITY BY STEVE TRIPP, IAN PURDIE AND KRIS KAYE

Big Smoke City

You're in the Big smoke … Big smoke.

You're in the Big smoke, Big smoke city.

In the Big smoke, Big smoke, you're in the Big smoke.

Big smoke city, Big smoke city, Big smoke city ... Alright!

Well that big smoke city, shows no pity.

All of Gods children, push and shove.

In the hustle, and the bustle, they scavenge around, for scraps of love.

You're in the Big smoke … Big smoke.

You're in the Big smoke, Big smoke city.

In the Big smoke, Big smoke, you're in the Big smoke.

Big smoke city, Big smoke city, Big smoke city ... Alright!

Well that street life circus, makes me so nervous.

The things I've got to do to, earn a crust.

It's a barren waste, a sea of faces, and there isn't a soul that … I can trust.

In the Big smoke, Big smoke, in the Big smoke, Big smoke city.

In the Big smoke … Big smoke, in the Big smoke.

Big smoke city, you bad old city, on the surface you look so pretty.

Big smoke city, Yeah! ... That's my home.

Street lights flashing, among the trash ... crimes of passion, ashes to ashes.

You're in the Big smoke … Big smoke.

You're in the Big smoke, Big smoke city.

In the Big smoke, Big smoke, you're in the Big smoke.

Big smoke city, Big smoke city, Big smoke city ... Alright!

                                         Well there's street light flashing, among the trash.

I'm gonna give that woman just, one more try.

So if you happen to see me,  alone at the bar, buy me one more drink

before I die.

In the Big smoke, Big smoke, in the Big smoke, Big smoke city.

In the Big smoke … Big smoke, in the Big smoke.

Big smoke city, you bad old city, on the surface you look so pretty.

Big smoke city, Yeah! ... That's my home.

In the Big smoke, Big smoke, in the Big smoke.

Musical contributions courtesy of Ian Purdie and Kris Kay.