Misfits Songtext
von Cold Chisel

Surfboards through the turnstiles
Speedboats on the bay
All around, seagulls screaming
The children out to play
Ferry sits like a holiday
As the harbour heaves and sweats
Like the faded jeans and tube tops
On the Manly surf nymphets

On the beach, I′m called a Parra
In the West, I'm a fast, young fool
In the church I′m irresponsible
In the clubs, I'm called uncool
Well, youth is my advantage
Anonymity my reward
While the world's being measured for a uniform
It′s my luxury to be ignored


Oh, misfit, baby, misfit
I roll it ′round my mind
They tear apart this teenage heart
To see what they can find
Misfit, baby, misfit
I roll it 'round my mind

Last long weekend, we were hooning around
Had a party ′round at Monica's place
She played Mozart with my feelings
And havoc with my face
And the working woman in the house next door
Rang the police around ten
She′d give 20 years off the end of her life
Just to be 16 again

Oh, misfit, baby, misfit
I roll it around my mind
They tear apart this teenage heart
To see what they can find
Misfit, baby, misfit
I roll it 'round my mind
They tear apart this teenage heart
To see what they can find