Late Night Shopping
I don't know if these lyrics match word for word, but they should at least give a good feel for what I ended up singing when we recorded the songs.
Octopus Lovesong 
Will I ever see you again?
Will I ever hold you in,
My arms, my arms, my arms, my arms?
Will I ever find a way to mend,
My broken heart.
My broken heart.
My broken heart, heart heart,
Heart, heart heart.
Heart.
Late Night Shopping 
I woke up 5 minutes ago,
I'm running like a taxi at an orange light,
Because I've got to get to uni by 11
And I'm feeling tired 'cause I didn't get to sleep until late last night.
But what I love about Thursday morning,
Is that a few hours later its inevitably Thursday afternoon.
My mum goes shopping for her groceries at the hypermarket,
I'm going to see you there soon.
Today my trains runnin' on time,
I've got a good feeling that you're gonna be mine.
A lecture and a tute and it won't take long,
And in my head I'm singing this song.

I'm going shopping at the Hypermarket, I'm going shopping with you.
Late night shopping at the Hypermarket, its the happiest thing to do.

Well as usual, you'll be working at the donut store,
And later in the evening we'll get a chance to be alone together.
Or maybe not.  I'll probably just be alone by myself which how alone usually is.
But I vividly remember talking to you last week.
I was joking, you were laughing, I could tell that you were impressed,
By my charm and my intellect and when my break was over I said
"See you next week" and you said "Yeah, I guess."
That shows some uncertainty,
I know for sure I love you and you could love me,
And when I see you, I'll tell you tonight,
That when you guessed last week, you guessed right.

I'm going shopping at the Hypermarket, I'm going shopping with you.
Late night shopping at the Hypermarket, its the happiest thing to do.

I said "Hello" and you said "Hi",
I said "Would you come with me to the movies tomorrow night?".
Then I just stood there and looked at my feet.
My hearting was beating like a Bamix
When you smiled at me and said "Alright".
Well we'll always be together,
Like the lights on the top of the MLC building in fine weather,
The night is dark, but we're shining bright,
And I love every Thursday night.

Late night shopping at the Hypermarket, I'm going shopping with you.
I'm going shopping at the Hypermarket, its the happiest thing to do.
I'm going shopping at the Hypermarket, you're coming shopping with me.
Late night shopping at the Hypermarket, its the happiest place to be.
Cupid 
Tonight there's no moon moving in my sky,
And the stars wont shine on me.
And if all the dogs will howl all night,
I'm gonna let 'em be.
I'm gonna let 'em be.

I could have loved you like noone has loved.
We're made for each other, like a hand is made for a glove.
I can't help thinking what I could have got,
If Cupid was a better shot.

William Tell hit the apple with his bow and arrow kit.
Robin Hood was so good, that he always hit the mark.
You could have been the Maid Marion for me,
But a fella named Cupid, was so stupid.
He totally missed your,
He totally missed your heart.

There's an arrow in your knee cap that missed the spot.
If it had of hit your heart, it would have meant a lot.
And as soon as I convince myself that you,
Ought to take me back, I'll start working on you.
If You Can't See My Mirrors Then I Can't See You, And That's A Shame Because You're Pretty 
Natalie was a fashion queen.
She starred in all the magazines.
A gourmet cooker, a real good looker.
She's sweet like a lolly pop.
Pretty, pretty pleas, with a cherry on top,

Would you take me for a ride in your car?
I love the way you talk, I love you pretty eyes,
And I'm in love with the way that you drive.

Beep, beep, gear one.
Driving in the car with you is so much fun.
Beep, beep, gear two.
When you were looking at your blind spot, I was looking at you.
Beep, beep, gear thr/ee.
I really like her, and I think she likes me.
Beep, beep, gear four.
She looks like an angel,
Drives like the devil.
I couldn't ask for more.

I can still recall the night.
The carseats and the dashboard lights.
My heart was thumping, my nerves were jumping.
I didn't get to sleep until late.
We had a drink and watched a band,
That was our first date.

I've heard that girls like romance.
They like a man that wears the pants.
To open doors, to pay for hers and yours.
But when it comes to driving the car,
I'll always ride shotgun, 'cause you're better by far.
My Brother Is A Soundman 
I've been having lots of difficulty,
Rhyming rock star with ministry,
Rhyming charisma with crowd.
I've been playing lots of love songs,
But I'm playing way too loud.
I've been playing all the right cards,
But I ain't had no offers yet.
This business is hard on you,
But I've got no regrets.

Give me a little more foldback.
Give me a little more feedback.
I want a whole lot of money now.

Well it's time to work my magic,
And mesmerise this place.
I'm an artist not a roadie,
I move with style and grace.

And when I'm up here on the stage,
And you're down there at my feet.
Just remember who's the most,
And everything will be sweet.
And if I'm struggling for a chord,
That's because the mix is poor
And if you're having trouble hearing me,
It's my brother's fault for sure.
Thank God 
Our church just got a new pastor,
The old one left to be a missionary.
There's been a lot of changes,
Some things are just a little scary.
Jeff has been the pastor here,
For just about as long as anyone knows.
Now he has decided,
To start a church of his own

We all know girls like cowboys
I'm a country boy as you can see.
Some folks have suggested,
That the girls all stayed
So they could hang around me.
But I can't take the credit,
Cause all I did was I prayed,
And I thank God that a whole lot of pretty girls stayed.

People have been asking:
The musos and cell leaders - Where will they go.
"Well you guys are the life blood of the church",
So that's why we need to know.
My heart has been heavy.
There's one thing that's been bothering me.
Jesus would you tell me,
Where the pretty girls will be.

Because a church that has no girls,
Is like a clam that has no pearls.
Its not the same as we all know.
And as for all the boys that left,
I've got just one word,
I've got just one word and its ratio.
It Started With A Voucher 
It started with a voucher 'Buy one whopper, get one free'.
You paid for the ice creams,
And that's when I first thought you might like me.
You live with you family,
On the other side of town.
Ten kilometres is too far to walk,
So I drive my yellow Datsun when I come around.

But that was back when petrol was sixty cents a litre.
And love was a dollar away.
A student's budget's quickly spent,
I don't know where my money went but,
I'm gonna love you anyway.

Well we'd drive to the coast,
I'd surf, you'd swim,
We make the perfect pair.
Walking hand in hand,
You're so pretty with the sunlight on your hair.
But things keep getting dearer.
Petrol's something I just can't afford.
Listen to what I say,
I'll find a way,
Cause loosing you would cost me so much more
Lonely Lucy 
At first there was thr/ee.
Cornelius, Chickpea and me.
We used to have so much fun.
And I've never told anyone.
But sometimes, just for no real reason,
We'd all go and cross the road
(And everyone's always asking about that)

Cornelius was the first to go,
Early one morning he went Cockadoodle-do
The neighbours got cranky,
Chickpea got clucky,
Corny got a one-way ticket to Kentucky.

Lonely Lucy, look how lonely she is.
Look how lonely, look how lonely.
She's all alone, she's all alone.
It's hard to face the world,
When you're a lost and lonely girl.
But the thing that hurts the most,
Is the thought your friends,
Are someone's Sunday roast.

Oh my goodness, oh no,
What a terrible thing,
Now all the friends I have,
I can count on one wing.
But I've got a small brain,
So I'll quickly forget.
In a week or two, I'll be a happy pet again.

Somethings in life just don't make sense,
Like why Chickpea flew over the neighbours fence.
I don't think she's ever coming back again.
Is she back yet?  No.
Is she back yet?  No.
Where's My Oscar? 
There's two types of people in this world.
There's the arty type and then there's those like me.
Who like dogs and studied chemistry at high school.
And we don't do drama or dance.
And we don't care for Italy or France.
And I don't go to the movies very often.

But I deserve an acadamy award
For the way that I acted just before towards you.
I'm the nominee that the experts tip to win,
In the category of 'Best uncaring boyfriend'.

In the movies, nothing is real.
They're just acting and if you're really good,
You're believable and I think that I could,
Be and actor.
Because you thought that I don't care for you.
When the truth is that I honestly do.
But just like John Candy, I guess my acting days are over.
Murray McKenny's A Top Aussie Bloke 
He's not a trucky or a shearer,
And he's never worked the land.
But every time I've shifted house,
He's the first to lend a hand.
He winks and he nods and he says 'Gidday',
And he loves a BBQ.
He grew up in the city,
But he's aussie thr/ough and thr/ough.

Murray is tops by me.
And Me.
And Me.
Me too.
It looks like the motion's moved unanimously.
He's just a great guy and so I'll tell you folks.
Murray McKenny is a top aussie bloke.

He's not Murray from the Snowy River,
Or Murray of the Overflow.
Because A. B. Banjo Paterson,
Was never lucky enough to know.
My good mate Murray,
But I reckon' that if they'd met.
Kids at school would memorise poems,
About Murray and his Brown Hornet.

Murray is aussie like an old clothes line.
Or like when we used to watch Young Talent Time.
He's just a great guy, and so I'll tell you folks.
Murray McKenny is a top aussie bloke.

Well if you ever saw him, then you would know?
What's that?
That Murray's a bloke, 'cause you can just tell when you see him.
He's just a great guy, and so I'll tell you folks.
Murray McKenny is a top aussie bloke.
I'm Turning Out Just Like My Dad 
I saw some kids the other day,
Wearing tshirts and thongs.
I asked one about his trousers,
"Are they long shorts, or short longs?"
My back is always aching,
Don't get me started on my knees.
Now if I could just remember where I left me keys.

I'm growing and its showing,
And I'm knowing this thing.
I've got a long way to go.

I'm turning out just like my dad.
I couldn't really say I'm a young lad, anymore.
I had just like daditus,
So I went to see the doc.
He said "Don't you worry son,
You're just a chip off the old block.
It's been going on for years", he said,
"It's not just a fad".
Everybody turns out like their dad.

My wardrobe hasn't changed one bit,
Since I was twenty-two.
Except for chr/istmas I gest socks and jocks,
So I guess that isn't true.
My hair has changed it mind,
About the places that it grows.
And sometimes when I stop at lights,
I like to pluck it from my nose.
Internet Lovesong 
We met in a chatroom for under twenty-fives.
She said her hair came down to her undy line.
She sounded genuine, beautiful and true,
I thought I'm not enough to win a girl like you.

You and me and HTTP.
You and me and HTTP.

I said I'm athletic, physical and fit,
I've got a large bank account and I'm generous with it.
That's what I wrote to her, I think she was impressed,
Because she wrote right back with her hotmail address.

Its Internet Love,
And its virtually sublime.
It was a colon, closing rounded bracket :) on nearly every line.

I was dancing, singing with the birds,
Until that fateful day when I read those dreaded words.
Spoken:  Could you send me a photo (ad lib)
I scanned in my photo, I sent it straight away.
There was still no reply after waiting for a day.
So I made up a poem, I said its just for you,
The I read those words that broke my heart in two.

Internet hell, HTML.
Internet hell, HTML.

I had been block sendered, it didn't even start.
She took me off her email list, made a trashcan of my heart.

Maybe I wasn't online, quite as often as I could have.
Maybe I didn't reply, quite as quickly as I should have.
If my ISP could have kept the pace, girl I know we could have showed 'em.
You were always on my modem.
You were always on my modem.