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| 2. |
| 3:01 | 
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Come on little baby let me take you out of your mind
Little choosey Susie, there's no reason to fall behind You and me, we're gonna be free We're gonna make love until we're weak Yeah, believe you me, choosey Susie There's an awful lot of stars but there are more that we don't see Little choosey Susie help me find eternity You and me, we're gonna be free We're gonna make love until you bleed Yeah, take it from me Hugh... You go away when the night is young If only you could stay then we could have some fun Stay out all night long Come on little baby let me take you out of your mind Little choosey Susie, there's no reason to fall behind You and me, we're gonna be free We're gonna make love until we're weak Yeah, believe you me, choosey Susie You better believe me now or forever hold your peace After this there's no turning back Do you remember what happened to Lot's wife? You do? |
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| 3. |
| 3:23 |
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Your streets were paved with love
Your skies were blue Goodbye Toulouse I walked your streets in fear I washed your streets with tears Toulouse Goodbye Toulouse Your cafes tell the tale Of saddened millionaires Toulouse A million dreams I've had A million lies I've told Toulouse Goodbye Toulouse Paula looked down on me From her high balcony Toulouse I will return some day So you can hear me say Farewell Goodbye Toulouse Goodbye Toulouse Goodbye Toulouse |
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| 4. |
| 4:15 |
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Bitching 'bout the things we've seen
Bitching 'bout the things we've seen Bitching 'bout the loves we've had My oh my! It wasn't so bad When we had that to loosen our minds Hey little baby in the front row be kind (Bar bitching) Telling you the gospel truth (Bar bitching) Why don't you all go get screwed? (Bar bitching) Why don't you tell me something new? (Bar bitching) Bar bitching Bitching 'bout the Windsor C Bitching 'bout the Western Sea Why can't you all be like a Grainger man? Or even a Pheland man? I'll tell you what we'll meet in Amsterdam And then you'll see what should be really can (Bar bitching) Telling you the gospel truth (Bar bitching) Why don't you all go get screwed? (Bar bitching) Why don't you tell me something new? (Bar bitching) Bar bitching, that's what I'm talking about Got anything to say? No? Well shut up! I really don't know what to say It's gonna happen to us all one day And when it does you have me too But until then I really don't know what to do I'm just gonna keep (Bar bitching) Telling you the gospel truth (Bar bitching) Why don't you all go get screwed? (Bar bitching) Why don't you tell me something new? There's a place with a lot of eyes Strange smoke perfume around the peacock guys And the girls, they move their heat To the impulsive compulsive beat But that's another place another time Maybe we'll meet there in quite a short while (Bar bitching) Telling you the gospel truth (Bar bitching) Why don't you all go get screwed? (Bar bitching) Why don't you tell me something new? (Bar bitching) Bar bitching, that's what I'm talking about |
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| 5. |
| 2:29 |
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| 6. |
| 5:53 |
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A fine day for the classroom and the pupils are here
Julie's got a headache but the others don't care Sarah's got to stay behind and help with the drill Teacher's got his eye on her Moves in for the kill. Nobody can see or hear the things that they do All the books stay closed, there must be something they do Only teacher knows about the subjects they span - span Education's secondary, being a school mam Oooooeeee! Teachers doing fine as far as I can see Being a school mam Long holidays in the summer Being a school mam Free milk in your coffee break Being a school mam Government paid monthly salary cheques Noises heard the principal investigates She turns on all the cameras but it's too late Catches both their pants down in a passion war Hasn't seen it happen since the day she was born Reaching down for glasses that just can't be found By the time she finds them, why their down on the ground Tossing and a turning they've got feverish hands Lead can be so fluid when you're being a school mam Oooooeeee! Teachers doing fine as far as I can see Being a school mam Controlling promiscuity after hours Being a school mam Giving out detentions by the dozen Being a school mam Give her fifty lines (of speed) Being a school mam Sucking on her fingernails she can't believe what she's seeing She's seeing something close to what appears on the screen Locks her door, with trembling hands and her hearts beating very fast She pretends she's down there on the floor in the class Gives herself to teacher although he doesn't know Works herself into a frenzied state and it shows Sarah's almost at the top but try as she can She can't reach her helter skelter Down with the school man Just watch her go and help her try if you can Use your twentieth century imagination - if you've got any Oooooeeee! Now she's at the top and teacher sets her free Being a school mam Disgusting behaviour Being a school mam All over the parquet flooring Being a school mam Letting the flood gates open wide Being a school mam Now the principal collapses dead on the floor With contentment on her wrinkled old face ever more She went out the very best way that an old woman can She was where the action was Down there with the school man Oooooeeee! Teacher never will discover who could see Being a school mam One and one make two if you're very lucky Being a school mam Two twos make four if I remember correctly Being a school mam Four fours make sixteen and sixteen's over age Sixteen and sixteen makes thirty two That's approaching middle age Thirty two and thirty two makes sixty four That's OAP land Sixty four and sixty four makes a hundred and twenty eight A hundred and twenty eight divided by three let me pause for reflection for a second.... But Teacher! Three doesn't go into a hundred and twenty eight exactly, But it goes forty two and a bit Forty three, forty four, forty five, forty six, forty seven Forty eight, forty nine, forty nine, point one, forty nine, point two, forty nine, point three Forty nine, point four, forty nine, point five, forty nine, point six, forty nine, point seven Forty nine, point eight, forty nine, point nine, forty nine, point nine, forty nine, point nine, forty nine, point nine, forty nine, point nine, forty nine, point nine, forty nine, point nine, forty nine, point nine, forty nine, point nine, Fifty! |
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| 7. |
| 3:33 |
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The day is sticky yellow
The night was so untight The cows go moo moo moo Is everything alright? Baby digit at my face Who's the man with the smile, mum? Do you like it like that? I'm just a peasant in the Big Shitty I'm going real slow But if the light ain't real Then there can't be a hole Not even some red Do you like it like that? Do you like it like that? You're not real, oh no, you're not You're not real, oh no, you're not You're not real, oh no, you're not You're not real, oh no, you're not There be a strange garlic here The room is full of fear With empty wavelength touch It's coming in a rush It's coming in a rush It's coming in a rush It's coming in a rush Do you like it like that? Do you like it like that? Do you like it like that? Do you like it like that? I'm just a peasant in the big shitty |
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| 8. |
| 4:31 |
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When you're walking on the streets at night
You turn around and die of fright What's that in the shadows? What's that in the shadows? Walking down the streets at night Turn around and you can die of fright Walking on the streets at night Turn around and die of fright What's that in the shadows? What's that in the shadows? Is it a dog? Is it a cat? Is it a dog? What do you think of that? When you're walking on the streets at night Turn around and die of fright What's that in the shadows? What's that in the shadows? Is it a dog? Is it a cat? Is it a dog? What do you think of that? When you're walking on the streets at night Moving, shiny, bright Walking on the night When you're walking on the streets at night Look around you Look around you When you're walking on the streets at night When you turn around and die of fright Who's there in the shadows? What's that in the shadows? What's that in the shadows? Look around you |
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| 9. |
| 5:36 |
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if you see me walking down the streets
and i start to cry each time we meet walk on by aahh walk on by make belive i can see the tears now let me grieve in private cause each time i see you i just want to cry walk on by walk on by walk on by i just can't get over loosing you and so if i seem so broken in pieces walk on by aah walk on by with foolish pride if i can't see the tears let me hide from the tears and the sadness when you said goodbye walk on by walk on by walk on by just go for a stroll in the trees walk on by aahh walk on by and make belive that i can't see the tears now let me grive in private cause each time i see you i break down and cry walk on by walk on by |
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| 10. |
| 4:52 |
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She's gone and left me
I don't know why That girl she's crazy She made me cry She's gone and left me I don't know why Yeah she's the queen of the street What a piece of meat She's real good looking She makes me sigh Blue jeans and leather Her heels are high She's real good looking she makes me sigh Yeah, she's the queen of the street What a special treat She's no lady She'll stab you in the back She's no lady She's princess of the pack With words of fire She'll make you small With eyes that smile She'll make you tall With words of fire She'll make you small But you would rather wait a year till she gave you a call She's gone and left me I don't know why That girl she's crazy She made me cry She's gone and left me I don't know why But she's queen of the streets what a piece of meat She's no lady She'll stab you in the back She's no lady She's princess of the pack |
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| 11. |
| 7:07 |
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Boogie woogie
The boys and the girls are all dancing around Dancing all night to the crazy sound It's the newest thing to hit this land The boys and the girls are all holding hands I said Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy, Go Go Go I'm with my friend Bob having a good time I've got me some speed and I'm doing fine But Bob is not dancing no sir-ee He's got a likely eye on a little lady I said Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy, Go Go Go What I say? I said Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy, Go Go Go Yeah boogie now Dave... Elbow rooming his way around the floor (oh) You can see him he's sitting by the door (oh) All the chickies they wanna see him dance some more (ONE TWO THREE FOUR) Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy, Go Go Go I see we're changing partners, but that's not for me I notice Bob isn't joining the party He's standing on the outside, looking in Wishing that little chickie was with him I said Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy, Go Go Go The party is over and we're all going home I can't find Bob so I'm leaving alone But wait a minute, who is that, I can see? None other than Bob with that girl on his knee I said Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy, Go Go Go Tell me now I said Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy, Go Go Go Boogie Yeah I said Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy, Go Go Go What I said? I said Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy, Go Go Go One more time I said Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy Go Buddy, Go Go Go |
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| 12. |
| 3:37 |
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Whatever happened to Leon Trotsky ?
He got an ice pick That made his ears burn Whatever happened to dear old Lenny ? The great Elmyra, and Sancho Panza ? Whatever happened to the heroes ? Whatever happened to the heroes ? Whatever happened to all the heroes ? All the Shakespearoes ? They watched their Rome burn Whatever happened to the heroes ? Whatever happened to the heroes ? No more heroes any more No more heroes any more Whatever happened to all the heroes ? All the Shakespearoes ? They watched their Rome burn Whatever happened to the heroes ? Whatever happened to the heroes ? No more heroes any more No more heroes any more |
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| 13. |
| 2:55 |
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And the first commandment reads That human flesh and blood is sacred Until there is no more food The break of day has come I see the cracks have just begun to Line the walls Line the walls Oh won't you see the little girls and boys destroy their toys Line the walls Line the walls What a fate for little gir-ir-irls British boys' minds in a whir-ir-irl Tell you things that'll make your cur-ur-urls Straighten out Straighten out Straighten out Straighten out For twenty years or more just tell me what we're living for So tell me now Tell me now Frustrated intellect the Government capitulation Follows now Follows now What a fate for little gir-ir-irls British boys' minds in a whir-ir-irl Tell you things that'll make your cur-ur-urls Straighten out Straighten out Straighten out Straighten out The break of day has come I see the cracks have just begun to Line the walls Line the walls Oh won't you see the little girls and boys desroy their toys Line the walls Line the walls What a fate for little gir-ir-irls British boys' minds in a whir-ir-irl Tell you things that'll make your cur-ur-urls Straighten out Straighten out Straighten out Straighten out Straighten out (x16 until fade) |
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| 14. |
| 3:42 |
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Strolling along minding my own business
Well there goes a girl and a half She's got me going up and down She's got me going up and down Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches Well I got the notion girl that you got some suntan lotion in that bottle of yours Spread it all over my peelin' skin baby That feels real good All this skirt lappin' up the sun Lap me up Why don't you come on and Lap me up Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches Well there goes another one just lying down on the sand dunes I'd better go take a swim and see if I can cool down a little bit Cause you and me woman We got a lotta things on our minds (you know what I mean) Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches Will you just take a look over there (where?) There Is she tryin' to get outta that clitares? Liberation for women That's what I preach Preacher man Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches Oh shit! There goes the charabang Looks like I'm gonna be stuck here the whole summer Well what a bummer I can think of a lot worse places to be Like down in the streets Or down in the sewer Or even on the end of a skewer |
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| 15. |
| 4:11 |
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Big girl in the red dress
She's just trying to impress us And she's got the barley fever But she doesn't make a sound She's just hanging around She's just hanging around Down the court road early With the Hustlers big and burly There's a million of 'em selling And the buyers can be found They're just hanging around They're just hanging around [CHORUS:] Christ he told his mother Christ he told her not to bother Cos he's alright in the city Cos he's high above the ground He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) One of 'em comes over Got a monkey on his shoulder And the monkey's getting grinner But his eyes are on the ground He's just hanging around He's just hanging around I'm moving to a coleheme With the leather all around me And the sweat is getting steamy But their eyes are on the ground They're just hanging around They're just hanging around [CHORUS 2x] He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around |
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| 3:15 |
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Dave was from out of town
Manchester's likely too Had read De Sade to Marx More read than me and you Scaffolding pays good bread It pays for drugs and kicks Dave only had one love Had no real need for chicks Dave was so far ahead But now he's dead I'm not going to cry I bet he hit that water high I guess he lost control And welcomed in the night It was too much for him What were his thoughts that night? The River Thames is cold It keeps on flowing on But it left Dave alone It just kept flowing on There's city sickness here But now he's dead Late night a street in the west of the city There was a place there where he lost himself Strange feelings did he feel there Strange people did he meet there Angry sounds did he hear there Like the howling of bulls I'm not going to cry I bet he hit that water high |
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| 4:56 |
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Someday I'm going to smack your face
Someday I'm going to smack your face Somebody's going to call your bluff Somebody's going to treat you rough Sometimes there is only one way out I've got to fight Sometimes I get to feel so mean Sometimes I get to feel so mean Sometimes you look like you're too clean Sometimes I see the in-between Sometimes only one way I've got to fight You're way past your station Beat you honey till you drop You're way past your station It's useless asking you to stop I got morbid fascination Beat you honey till you drop Sometimes you're going to get some stick Sometimes you're going to get some stick Somebody's standing in our way Somebody's gonna have to pay Sometimes there is only one way I've got to fight |
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| 18. |
| 2:27 |
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I want to love you like your dad And be your superman I'll show you things you've never had And hold your little hand Bring on the nubiles Bring on the nubiles I'll kiss your zone erogenous There's plenty to explore I've got to lick your little puss and nail you to the floor Bring on the nubiles Bring on the nubiles I go crazy for ya crazy for ya crazy for ya crazy for ya Lemme lemme fuck ya fuck ya lemme lemme fuck ya fuck ya lemme lemme lucky lucky smiles Bring on the nubiles Bring on the nubiles I go crazy for ya crazy for ya crazy for ya crazy for ya Lemme lemme fuck ya fuck ya lemme lemme fuck ya fuck ya Lemme lemme lucky lucky smiles Bring on the nubiles Bring on the nubiles Bring em on There's lots of games that we can play You can turn my tap I'll drip And when the fever reaches you I'm high beneath my zip Bring on the nubiles Bring on the nubiles I go crazy for ya crazy for ya crazy for ya crazy for ya |
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| 19. |
| 2:22 |
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Little lady
With Dingwall's bullshit You're so stupid Foetid brainwaves Little lady What really happens When you see mirrors You get the shivers Ah! Making love to The Mersey Tunnel With a sausage, have you ever been to Liverpool? Please don't talk much It burns my ears Tonight you've talked for a thousand years Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about Oh London Lady Why did you lay me? Your head is crowded With the names you've hounded The lines around your Eyes they show me You realize the party's over London Lady Party's over London Lady Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HUGH CORNWELL, DAVID GREENFIELD, BRIAN DUFFY, JEAN JACQUES BURNEL <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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