Illy - Parmas In June lyrics
[Illy - Parmas In June lyrics]
I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June
Yeah, it feels like we're on our way back
Raise an iso glass to that stuck on loop
Who knew when the turn curves flat
For the rest of my
Life singing "Happy Birthday"'s
Gonna make me wanna wash my hands
The café's reopened, it's taking cash
Whole country rockin' tracksuit's like lads
And the all Murdoch press ganging
Up on Dan Andrews
It feels like we're back on track
And me and TV need
Social distance in measures
D-grade celebs say, "We in this together"
We get it, we get it, but months have passed
It's been hard
Can't hug mum from two metres apart
March and April came and went, May finished
Last thirty degree day I stayed in and
Now the news telling me
Restrictions getting eased
Fuck yeah, just in time for
Winter, but all good, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June
Yeah
I swear I'll never trip 'bout a middle seat
A fly delay, or extra baggage fee
Or rockin' up before the hotel room ready
Took it for granted, didn't we? Silly me
I don't mind spending time on my own
I like home but when it feels forced
I get the itch to roam
And I can't complain how bad I got it
'cause the next person in the
Same boat and right now
We need some hope, that's me included
'Cause shit's weird after two
Months of being secluded
And in February who the fuck
Knew what Zoom was
Swear, Uber used to not just drop my food off
And don't it all seem so long ago?
And as we crawl slow to the normal we know
Man, every night when I put down my phone
And close my eyes I'm dreaming
Of my first show, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June
And I can't wait to step
Back on a stage again
If it's not until next year
Just wake me when December ends
From the country to the coast
My band of bros back on the road
Don't know when it'll be
But, I'll see you then, man
Can't wait for parmas in June man
It turns out it's the little
Things that mean everything, if we only knew
But one day this'll end
Be like old times back again
And look, you can call them
Parmis if you want, bro
It's on you
I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June (Fuck yeah)
I can't wait for parmas in June
Can't wait for that golden brown schnitty
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
With that red sauce and the
Ham and the melted cheese
I wish I could be there sooner
And I'll go the chips and salad
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
You can go for the mash and veg if you want
I can't wait for parmas in June
Great for the chips, a nice cold beer
Goddammit, can't come quick enough
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June
Yeah, it feels like we're on our way back
Raise an iso glass to that stuck on loop
Who knew when the turn curves flat
For the rest of my
Life singing "Happy Birthday"'s
Gonna make me wanna wash my hands
The café's reopened, it's taking cash
Whole country rockin' tracksuit's like lads
And the all Murdoch press ganging
Up on Dan Andrews
It feels like we're back on track
And me and TV need
Social distance in measures
D-grade celebs say, "We in this together"
We get it, we get it, but months have passed
It's been hard
Can't hug mum from two metres apart
March and April came and went, May finished
Last thirty degree day I stayed in and
Now the news telling me
Restrictions getting eased
Fuck yeah, just in time for
Winter, but all good, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June
Yeah
I swear I'll never trip 'bout a middle seat
A fly delay, or extra baggage fee
Or rockin' up before the hotel room ready
Took it for granted, didn't we? Silly me
I don't mind spending time on my own
I like home but when it feels forced
I get the itch to roam
And I can't complain how bad I got it
'cause the next person in the
Same boat and right now
We need some hope, that's me included
'Cause shit's weird after two
Months of being secluded
And in February who the fuck
Knew what Zoom was
Swear, Uber used to not just drop my food off
And don't it all seem so long ago?
And as we crawl slow to the normal we know
Man, every night when I put down my phone
And close my eyes I'm dreaming
Of my first show, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June
And I can't wait to step
Back on a stage again
If it's not until next year
Just wake me when December ends
From the country to the coast
My band of bros back on the road
Don't know when it'll be
But, I'll see you then, man
Can't wait for parmas in June man
It turns out it's the little
Things that mean everything, if we only knew
But one day this'll end
Be like old times back again
And look, you can call them
Parmis if you want, bro
It's on you
I can't wait for parmas in June
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
I wish I could be there sooner
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
I can't wait for parmas in June (Fuck yeah)
I can't wait for parmas in June
Can't wait for that golden brown schnitty
With my mates down at the local
Till we're carried out the room
With that red sauce and the
Ham and the melted cheese
I wish I could be there sooner
And I'll go the chips and salad
With my whisky shot and schooner, 'cause
You can go for the mash and veg if you want
I can't wait for parmas in June
Great for the chips, a nice cold beer
Goddammit, can't come quick enough