Author: lyricspedia

Watch me... watch me go Well I'm struttin' up ever so slow And now sting me... get in the groove Cause they're bangin' on the door Yes they're hard and they'll make a move We're wakin' up those sleepers You know we're so mischievous Just what you'll do to keep us entertained We're wakin' up...

Well now then Mardy Bum I've seen your frown And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun And it goes off And out come all these words Oh there's a very pleasant side to you A side I much prefer It's one that laughs and jokes around Remember cuddles in the kitchen Yeah,...

Come and take a leaf out of my book I'm a crack dealing crook Selling lots of rock and roll to the masses And I know if you wanna take a trip to the city We can go (to Gibraltar) We can go (to Gibraltar) Let's go, let's go, let's go, come on Come on,...

We got thrown in a riot van And the coppers kicked him in And there was no way he could win Just had to take it on the chin Smoked a bong a last night And stole somebody's telephone He thinks it's all alright But they've left him on his own, on his own But...

So who's that girl there? I wonder what went wrong So that she had to roam the streets She don't do major credit cards I doubt she does receipts It's all not quite legitimate And what a scummy man Just give him half a chance I bet he'll rob you if he can Can see...

Well, it's ever so funny 'Cause I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool You're just probably alright But under these lights you look beautiful And I'm struggling I can't see through your fake tan Yeah, and you know it for a fact That everybody's eating out of your hands But what do...

Oh baby, I'm wanting to do you a swap I'll give you anything, yeah In return for the noises you've got And I can see you want to be attended to Just count to twenty-nine and I'll attend to you Oh for sure... well certainly, yeah yeah yeah Wavin' bye to the train or the...

Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you. What it is that surprises me Is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night) Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite) Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand And lighting...

Won't somebody let me out? Don't want to stick around no more Sick of looking at you strange Sick of sticking to the floor Not one of you has got an ounce of style in ya Said not one of you, no Well fuck it all and break your nose If they keep on pushing...

Space invaders flying home Yeah, they're going to hit the sack And they are prob'ly going to die getting high Cause they're mixing crazy moments with the crack And she's kissing all the boys She's to clever to be slack But she's bound to go away for a day In July, so she won't be...