[Verse 1]

And I think that I'm alright
I found God in a streetlight
Half-dead, wide-eyed we hang out in the sky

We follow shooting stars
And as we walk we brush parked cars
And run away when we set off their alarms

[Chorus]

And so
Cheap Chardonnay, and bellyaches
Imperial lemonade

Cheap, cheap Chardonnay, and bellyaches
Imperial lemonade

There's not much more that I can take
And I'm sick of all these bellyaches

There's not much more that I can take
No, no, and I'm sick of all these bellyaches

[Verse 2]

And every colour, looks the same
And as we walk it starts to rain
We miss the bus, and there's no chance of a train

Not many hours left, we stop so she can catch her breath
These winter treks will chill our bones near death

[Chorus]

And so
Cheap Chardonnay, and bellyaches
Imperial lemon-ah-lemonade

Cheap, cheap Chardonnay, and bellyaches
Imperial lemon-emon-emon-enade

There's not much more that I can take
No, no, and I'm sick of all these bellyaches

There's not much more that I can take
And I'm sick of all these bellyaches

[Bridge]

And I'm sick of losing best friends

I'm sick of all you people speaking

And no, I'm sick of sticking to trends

Oh, no, my confidence is peaking

No, I'm sick
Just too sick
Far too sick

You're too sick
Far too sick
Just too sick

No I'm sick of losing best friends, ah

[Chorus]

There's not much more that I can take
Ah, no no
And I'm sick of all these bellyaches

There's not much more that I can take
Ah, no no
And I'm sick of all these bellyaches