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There's a gang in every town
I say that the rules be turned around listen here from one who knows be fearless just like the Scorpios pretty, look young be fearless like the Scorpion pretty, look young be fearless like the Scorpion the Scorpion the Scorpion black's the colour watch the claws with nails as sharp as Diana Dors watching us is stopping you from cruising Ugly Avenue pretty, look young be fearless like the Scorpion pretty, look young be fearless like the Scorpion the Scorpion the Scorpion and if by chance you cling to hate just rest assured it's your mistake hold up your head, you know I'm right the street's the place, tonight's the night the night the night look pretty, look young be fearless like the Scorpion the night look pretty have fun, don't listen when you're told there's none... ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIRRONI, MARCO / ANT, ADAM <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 3:27 |
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See the Spaniard eating chocolates
See the Spaniard have a ball See the Spaniard trust in no one He's on quality street He's on quality street As the masters rot on walls And the angels eat their grapes I watched Picasso visit the planet of the apes As the masters rot on walls And the angels eat their grapes I watched Picasso Pablo Picasso Visit the planet of the apes (yeah) See the Spaniard seek companion See the Spaniard take it all See the Spaniard sell his friends out He's on quality street He's on quality street And pretenders pretend To their patronage lend But it's the ones we don't see That always fascinate me As the masters rot on walls And the angels eat their grapes I watched Picasso visit the planet of the apes As the masters rot on walls And the angels eat their grapes I watched Picasso Pablo Picasso Visit the planet of the apes (yeah) As the real heroes died And their ideas supplied To a fat little magpie With money in his eyes They bowed and they scraped As opinions he shaped Now every little sketch a fortune will fetch And the bleach killer kills And the bleach killer kills yeah And as the masters rot on walls (see the Spaniard sell the whole world) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIRRONI, MARCO / ANT, ADAM <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 3:16 |
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Don't you ever, don't you ever
Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Silk or leather or a feather Respect yourself and all of those around you Silk or leather or a feather Respect yourself and all of those around you Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of... |
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| 4:11 |
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That voodoo that you do
the shimmy lights through you and no one can voodoo the voodoo you do do to me yeah I'm sorry if I'm not that tough but not that tough is tough enough besides, the rough tough end up snuffed or in an alleyway anyway I'm sorry if I'm not that smart but not that smart is just a part of speaking firmly from the heart any day anyway That voodoo that you do the shimmy lights through you and no one can voodoo the voodoo you do do to me yeah That voodoo that you do the shimmy lights through you and no one can voodoo the voodoo you do do to me yeah a thrill a day keeps the chill away love like a dagger and a sound like a wymowhey a thrill a day keeps the chill away (that) love like a dagger and a sound like a wymowhey (voodoo!) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIRRONI, MARCO / ANT, ADAM <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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| 3:34 |
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I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention The devil take your stereo and your record collection! (oh-oh) The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension! Stand and deliver your money or your life! Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking? (oh oh) It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making Stand and deliver your money or your life! Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! And even though you fool your soul Your conscience will be mine All mine We're the dandy highwaymen so tired of excuses Of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses We're the dandy highwaymen and here's our invitation (oh oh) "Throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation" Stand and deliver your money or your life! Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! And even though you fool your soul Your conscience will be mine All mine Qua qua da diddley qua qua da diddley Qua qua da diddley qua qua da diddley Stand and deliver your money or your life! Stand and deliver your money or your life! (repeat) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIRRONI, MARCO / ANT, ADAM Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC |
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| 7. |
| 4:11 |
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it's got its ups and downs
it's got its ups and downs it's got its ups and downs it's got its ups and downs I never heard that noise before don't be treated like a pound let currencies go up and down Mashed Potato, Rocksteady Rub Mile High Club it's got its ups and downs it's got its ups and downs it's got its ups and downs it's got its ups and downs I never heard that noise before never give up never say die ignore the fools when they cry "If this thing fails - nothing at all!" It won't fail it's got its ups and downs it's got its ups and downs it's got its ups and downs it's got its ups and downs ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIRRONI, MARCO / ANT, ADAM Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group |
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| 4:11 |
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Put some wax on the trax and slide on onta here
Hane hane hane hane hane Hatchets in the corner ears to the ground Improve to the groove get down to the sound Buttons and bows and bleu blanc rouge All things lively must be used Liberte, egalite, au jour d'hui see'est tres tres tres Voici l'opportunite nous incroyables I got the moves they got the grooves Summoned the gods and they all approved Bad vibes akimbo on the shelf Bit of a rap thing going for myself This gold on the teeth's no sense at all It only matters when it's on the wall I'm standing here with my four men Let's start that rapping thing again: Marco, Merrick, Terry Lee, Gary Tibbs and yours truly In the naughty north and in the sexy south We're all singing I have the mouth In the naughty north and in the sexy south We're all singing I have the mouth I have the mouth So tired of anarchists looking at me Don't need their credibility "Destroy," they say, "defy! condemn!" As long as you don't destroy them With twenty years of drugs and drink I thought the time had come to think About standing up and saying that It's tragedy and such old hat I'm standing here with my four men Let's start that rapping thing again: (I got) Marco, Merrick, Terry Lee, Gary Tibbs and yours truly In the naughty north and in the sexy south We're all singing I have the mouth In the naughty north and in the sexy south We're all singing I have the mouth I have the mouth These happy feet are all we need Summoned the gods and they all agreed These feet won't stop they're in such a hurry I knock it on the head and I go for a curry Staying sober can be neat Get drunk on these here happy feet Keep on trying to pin me down "Why a title for your sound?" I'm standing here with my four men Let's do this rapping thing again: I got Marco, Merrick, Terry Lee, Gary Tibbs and yours truly In the naughty north and in the sexy south We're all singing I have the mouth And I have the mouth And you have the mouth And they got the mouth ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIRRONI, MARCO / ANT, ADAM Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC |
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| 3:10 |
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London town 1730
women drunk, children dirty they'd seen the pictures from afar down in Gin Lane over the bar yo ho ho - Mowhok! yo ho yo ho ho - Mowhok! yo ho aee yo ho ho hoh here we are in the eighties Mohican, proud and fair goes to show that a fashion can survive so beware! yo ho ho - Mowhok! yo ho yo ho ho - Mowhok! yo ho aee yo ho ho hoh ha ha hilla hey hallah hollo lo ho Mowhok! ha ha hilla hey hallah hollo lo ho Dey hoh ha ha hilla hey hallah hollo lo ho Mowhok! ha ha hilla hey hallah hollo lo ho... ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIRRONI, MARCO / ANT, ADAM <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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| 3:10 |
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and when summer gets to me
and sets the sex on fire my body is an ocean of twisted white debris and when summer gets to me and sets the heart in motion a pain that hides in my insides is suddenly set free and sex is sex forget the rest the only one that's free the only great adventure left to humankind, that's you and me and when summer gets to me and tries to make me tired I'm living every minute and dying every three and sex is sex forget the rest the only one that's free the only great adventure left to humankind, that's you and me let all the braggers brag Sex S-E-X virginity's no crime Sex S-E-X your body should be yours Sex S-E-X and sharing it sublime Sex S-E-X ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By STUART GODDARD, MARCO PIRRONI <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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