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A theme song for likely premier & new chief of the fun police, Gladys Berejiklian. With apologies to The Jam. Sing along at home - but not anywhere in the city after dark.


Stop dreaming of the night time life

'Cos it's the one we'll never know

And quit running for that runaway bus

'Cos those on time days are few

And...stop apologising for the things you've never done

'Cos time is short and lockout’s cruel

But it's up to us to change

This town called Gladys

Rows and rows of disused tollways

Stand dying in a consultant’s yard

And a hundred lonely housewives

Clutch empty Opal cards to their hearts

Hanging out their nightclub dresses on the line to dry

It's enough to make you stop believing

When clubs close fast and furious

In a town called Gladys

Struggle after struggle, year after year

City’s atmosphere's a fine blend of ice

Nights are almost stone cold dead

In a town called Gladys

A whole street's belief in Sunday's oak trees

Gets dashed against light rail tracks

To either cut down on fun or a donor’s new pokies

It's a big decision in a town called Gladys

The ghost of a live city echoes down my track

It's at the moment bound for nowhere

Just going 'round and 'round

Dancefloor kids and creaking swings

Lost laughter in the breeze

I could go on for hours and I probably will

But I'd sooner put some joy back

In this town called Gladys

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