1955

1955 - Hilltop Hoods/Montaigne/Tom Thum

Written by：Matthew Lambert/Daniel Smith/Barry Francis/Andrew Burford

If you're feeling low then give it a go

You know when you're doing a song about a small town

Try Lambert's Sniffing Salts today

You gotta start it with a cliché you know what I'm sayin'

Like

Time moves a little slower here

The paint peels 'cause the summers here are so severe

And we're nowhere near nowhere you would know of

Locals here ride they show up just to show off

Old men take a load off just to watch the day go by

Philosophising with their friends like they're Plato

They prophecies on the bench by the main road right

They got advice I'm like 'ayo if you say so guys'

But what do they know fox news got 'em lit

They're shook 'cause fundamentalist the new communist

Old girl with her shopping list clutch her handbag close

I'm like 'damn ma'am Dan this old bag has jokes'

'Cause I'm a gentleman but then again most of us are

First name basis in the bank the post office the bar

The grocer the park so lady I ain't tryna grab your pension

The old men on the bench hum

Direct from the transistor radio in your lounge room

It's the entertainment that the whole family can enjoy

Well I say looking slick will do the trick

So try Barry's Brylcreem today

Well let's go let's go

We're living in the days when everybody sayin'

What a time to be alive

But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space

'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time

It's like we ride through life

Right in the shadow of the cold war

It gets so quiet at night

Like martial law took a hold y'all '55

Time moves a little slower here

A day feels like a week

A week it feels like it could go a year

And we're nowhere near nothing man it's so true

I don't tell 'em where I'm from I tell 'em where I'm close to

And I can go through an atlas and show you on a map but

You'd still look me sideways and treat me like I'm backwards

But that's just fine it so happens I'm

Happy living in a city that is trapped in time

While you're lined up in traffic I'm

Not panicked 'bout transit I'm back in time

For a TV dinner and an early night

Cause we get dressed to travel got an early flight

Been doing laps of the earth while doing laps of the sun

Tryna put where I'm at on the map cause where I'm from

We never get a mention but all that and then some

Once again the old men on the bench hum

And across the country they came in waves

Thousands upon thousands of flying

Discs descending from the planet Mars

For the closest shave try a Wilson's razor today

Well let's go let's go

We're living in the days when everybody sayin'

What a time to be alive

But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space

'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time

It's like we ride through life

Right in the shadow of the cold war

It gets so quiet at night

Like martial law took a hold y'all '55

Where I go where I go

This will always be home no matter

Where I go where I go

This will always be home no matter

Where I go where I go

This will always be home no matter

Where I go where I go

This will always be home

If you can't beat the summer heat

Then what you need is a wordell's

Wordell refrigerators the cooler choice

The dieting revolution taking the world by storm

Well Montaigne let's go

We're living in the days when everybody sayin'

What a time to be alive

But I'm feeling out of place like I live in outer space

'Cause it seems I'm stuck in time

It's like we ride through life

Right in the shadow of the cold war

It gets so quiet at night

Like martial law took a hold y'all '55