All Out Of Dope
The Redgum Songbook (1981)
(To the tune of All Out Of Love by Air Supply)
Well I'm lying down here with the phone on my ear
Wondering why it hurts
My last cigarette's fallen onto my chest
And its burning a hole in my shirt.
Your mum's at the gate, with a face full of hate,
The dunny won't flush anymore.
I wish you'd come home 'cause I've broken a bone
And I can't get off the floor
I'm all out of dope, I know you'll believe me,
'Cause I saw you pick the deal up as you left me
I've checked in the ashtrays and looked in the bins;
I bought that deal, I think its a sin, you bitch.
I've made up a list of the things that you stole.
I guess I'm disturbed 'bout the car;
The color TV it was rented by me,
You've taken my library card.
The rent's fallen due and it's your turn to pay,
You've taken my chequebook as well
All my records except Neil Young
And now I'm depressed as all hell....
I'm all out of dope, there's no food on the shelves
I hope you and Jim are enjoying yourselves.
I've rung the police and reported the car;
With the smack in the glove box you'll each get five years hard.