Pusherman - James Reyne

I’ve been a-lookin' for a pie in the sky

'Cause everybody else is goofin' off

Don’t know the reason, no I wonder why

I hear 'em sputter and cough

Thought that they could tell about the way I was walkin'

And the fact that I come a-stumblin' in

I’ve been livin' in a free-house baby

You know it’s sweeter than sin

And all the people in that old backwater

Are just a lookin' for a flash in the pan

They’d sell their mothers and they’d sell their daughters

To the p-p-p-p-pusherman

Thought that they could tell because I kept on talkin'

And I would just a-stagger around

I’ve been livin' in an outhouse baby

Well, it’s just a hole in the ground

Don’t tell anybody

Don’t tell a lie

I’m floating down the Irrawaddy

Starin' at, starin' at…

I’m starin' at the sky

Starin' at the sun

Sleepin' on a Saturday

Can’t get a thing done

Lookin' out for happiness

You catch as you can

Thank God For The Pusherman!

I couldn’t take it just a-walkin' around

This mean old city at night

And everything was just a-getting' me down

And I’m a-glowin' in the pale moonlight

Thought that they could tell because I kept on moanin'

And I’d be kept on climbin' the walls

I’ve been livin' in a roundhouse baby

And chasin' them waterfalls

Don’t tell my Mother

She would die

Don’t tell my Brother

'Cause he’ll be lookin' for a tear to cry…

I’m starin' at the sky

Starin' at the sun

Sleepin' on a Saturday

Can’t get a thing done

Lookin' out for happiness

You catch as you can

Thank God For The Pusherman!

Don’t tell the preacher

He thinks that I’m the prodigal son

Go tell Freddie Nietzsche

'Cause he would think that I was having some fun…

I’m starin' at the sky

Starin' at the sun

Sleepin' on a Saturday

Can’t get a thing done

Lookin' out for happiness

You catch as you can

Thank God For The Pusherman!