Friends say it's fine Friends say it's good Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood I move like a rat Talk like a cat Sting like a bee Babe, I'm gonna be your man And it's plain to see you were meant for me, Yeah, I'm your toy, your twentieth century boy Friends says it's fine Friends says it's good Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood Fly like a plane Drive like a car Hold out your hand Babe, I'm gonna be your man And it's plain to see you were meant for me, Yeah, I'm your boy, your twentieth century toy 난Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Friends say it's fine Friends say it's good Everybody says it's just like Rock 'n' roll I move like a cat Talk like a rat Sting like a bee Babe, I'm gonna be your man And it's plain to see you were meant for me Yeah, I'm your toy, your twentieth century boy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy
Goin' to see my baby in the afternoon, Goin' to take my baby on a Venus loon
Slipshod gymslip in my neighbourhood, Empty head, steel bed, Dipseys no good All alone, no telephone, to hype up my baby, Goin' to see my baby in the afternoon, Goin' to take my baby on a Venus loon
Bent spent, psychedelic mailman's head, Gorging up my spokes like the ghostly dead Ally pally angel chewing up my blues, Goin' to see my baby in the afternoon, Goin' to take my baby on a Venus loon
Oh my Venus loon it'll make you swoon, It'll make you feel good It'll make you feel good Oh my Venus loon it'll make you swoon, It'll make you feel good It'll make you feel good
First girl I ever met I don't recognise Her nose is smashed her frame is bent She's covered in flies Everyone I ever loved, I'll love 'till I die Goin' to see my baby in the afternoon, Goin' to take my baby on a Venus loon
Oh my Venus loon it'll make you swoon, It'll make you feel good It'll make you feel good. Oh my Venus loon it'll make you swoon, It'll make you feel good It'll make you feel good.
Change change change see it all the time Look look look I could write a book about my life Baby blue I love you Look look look I could write a book about my life
Change is coming just like the sun Change is coming you better run
Baby blue I love you Blue blue blue I could write a book about your life
Change is coming just like the sun Change is coming you better run
Change is coming just like the sun Change is coming you better run
Surprise surprise, the boys are home My guardian angel's rung down my telephone The heat's on mister, can't you hear them scream Whatever happened to the Teenage Dream
The curfew comes at the crack of light The sad old wino aches to dissipate the fright The jet junk jiver speeds past in his machine Whatever happened to the Teenage Dream
A broken god from a musty world Sweetly mouthed touched an onyx girl His prison bars were very hard to clean Whatever happened to the Teenage Dream -Yeah
The Wizard of Oz and the bronzen thief Ruled my girl with teutonic teeth But all was lost when her mouth turned green Whatever happened to the Teenage Dream
Silver Surfer and the Ragged Kid Are all sad and rusted boy, they don't have a gig Believe me Pope Paul my toes are clean Whatever happened to the Teenage Dream
Black is black and white is white Some go to Heaven and some get it light Nobody disapproves but his wicked screams Whatever happened to the Teenage Dream -Yeah
It's gonna be grand when you take the hand of the liquid gang, oh yeah Peter with the heater, he's such a messy eater He's got frogs in his eyes from telling those lies Sunday's almost Monday and you gotta understand It's gonna be grand when you take the hand of the liquid gang, oh yeah
Shelly 's silver belly, she's got me on the telly Down with the dog he's a rockabilly yob The kids are young, but that's how we begun You gotta understand when you take the hand of the liquid gang, oh yeah
You're gonna be grand (x4)
Paladin heat with the dancing feet Rides a two tone bike he does what he likes But my head is alright but you're out of sight But you gotta understand when you take the hand of the liquid gang, oh yeah
Carsmile Smith he's the old one Don't you know he's the good one
Don'tcha, don'tcha
Bessy stood by the side of the grave Like a woman of love would do She hung her hands into a knot of grief For a man she never knew Carsmile Smith he's the old one Don't you know that he's the good one
Don'tcha, don'tcha
Carsmile Smith he's the old one Don't you know he's the good one
Don'tcha, don'tcha
Bessy stood by the side of the grave Like a woman of love would do She hung her hands into a knot of grief For a man she never knew
Running around in the dawn with that hat I can see, I am no match for you Doin the foxtrot on your knees-Garbo Girl, It's so hard to contemplate you 'Cos you're so full of interstellar soul 'Cos you're so full of interstellar soul
That rich ditch won't catch me girl but it sculpted you Silk and Diamond gilded gauntlet can be weird But I'm scared to look like you 'Cos you're so full of interstellar soul 'Cos you're so full of interstellar soul
Lean on my head kiss my knee, breathe again Bumble bee in my ear see a tear but it's solid and gold I don't want to get like you 'Cos you're so full of interstellar soul 'Cos you're so full of interstellar soul So full of interstellar soul (Repeat to end)
Superbad tiger running with your brain Tucked beneath your arms like a devil train When the angels from the heavens Meet the angels from the earth You'll hide inside your cave, that's right of course
And we know, we ain't slow, we're the avengers!
I have known lots of ladies and the ladies know me, I've been foxy roxy punctured and I'm funky born free You can needle treacle kiss me With the honey from your mouth But believe me I'm a bad moon bopster And I'll never come in your house
And we know, we ain't slow, we're the avengers!
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And we know, we ain't slow, we're the avengers! And we know, we ain't slow, we're the avengers!
T . R . E . X. Some call me Arnie Some name me Slim It don't make no difference 'Cos I move right in They call me the groover When I'm on the floor The kids yell for more, more, more Some call me Starkey Some named me stud Yes they do It don't make no difference 'Cos I move in the mud I said sing it to me children Yea I'm the groover honey Yea I'm the groover honey Yea I'm the groover honey Well some call me Jeepster And some name me lame It don't make no difference Man you know what it takes I'm a groover 'cos I move right in
