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.
TOWN CALLED GLADYS
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