Lyrics
Campbell lane
Through the window, curtain rain
Long night gone, yellow day
The speed shivers melts away
At six o'clock I'm goin' down
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey street sweeper, clear my way
Sweethearts breakfast, the best in town
Woh-oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts
Woh-oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts
Hey, Anne-Maria
It's always good to see her
She don't smile or flirt
She just wears that mini-skirt
Drunks come in
Paper bag, Brandivino
Dreams fly away
As she pulls another cappuccino
Six o'clock I'm goin' down
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey street sweeper, clear my way
Sweethearts breakfast, the best in town
Woh-oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts
Woh-oh-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts
Yeah
At six o'clock I'm goin' down
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey street sweeper, clear my way
Sweethearts breakfast, the best in town
At six o'clock I'm goin' down
The coffee's hot and the toast is brown
Hey street sweeper, clear my way
A Sweetheart breakfast's the best in town
Breakfast at Sweethearts, yeah...