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Bernie Rhodes knows Don't Argue
Why must you record my phone calls? Are you planning a bootleg LP? Said you've been threatened by gangsters Now it's you, that's threatening me Can't fight corruption with con tricks They use the law to commit crime And I dread, dread to think what the future will bring When we're living in gangster time Don't call me scar face Can't interrupt while I'm talking Or they'll confiscate all your guitars And Catch 22 says if I sing the truth They won't make me an overnight star Don't offer us legal protection They use the law to commit crime I dread to think what the future will bring When we're living in real gangster time Bernie Rhodes knows Don't Argue |
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You've done too much,
Much too young Now you're married with a kid When you could be having fun with me Oh no, no gimme no more pickni You've done too much, Much too young Now you're married with a son When you should be having fun with me We don't want, we don't want We don't want no more pickni Ain't he cute? No he ain't He's just another burden On the welfare state You've done too much, Much too young Now you're married with a kid When you could be having fun with me No gimme, no gimme, No gimme no more pickni Call me immature Call me a poser I'd love to spread manure in your bed of roses Don't want to be rich Don't want to be famous But I'd really hate to have the same name as you (You silly moo) You've done too much, Much too young Now you're married with a kid When you could be having fun with me Gi we de birth control, we no want no pickni You've done too much, Much too young Now you're chained to the cooker Making currant buns for tea Oh no, no gimme no more pickni Ain't you heard of the starving millions Ain't you heard of contraception Do you really a program of sterilization Take control of the population boom It's in your living room Keep a generation gap Try wearing a cap! |
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I'm going out tonight
I don't know if I'll be alright Everyone wants to hurt me Baby danger in the city I have to carry a knife Because there's people threatening my life I can't dress just the way I want I'm being chased by the national front Concrete jungle, animals are after me Concrete jungle, it ain't safe on the streets Concrete jungle, glad I got my mates with me I won't fight for a cause Don't want to change the law Leave me alone, just leave me alone I want to get out on my own I'm walking home tonight I only walk where there's lots of lights In the alleys and the doorways Some throw a bottle right in your face Concrete jungle, animals are after me Concrete jungle, it ain't safe on the streets Concrete jungle, glad I got my mates with me I'm walking home tonight I only walk where there's lots of lights In the alleys and the doorways Some throw a bottle right in your face I won't fight for a cause I don't want to change the law Leave me alone, just leave me alone I want to get out on my own Concrete jungle, animals are after me Concrete jungle, it ain't safe on the streets Concrete jungle, glad I got my mates with me |
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This one's for the bouncers.
Big, big... Monkey Man! Aye aye aye, aye aye aye! Tell you baby, You huggin up the big monkey man Aye aye aye, aye aye aye! Tell you baby, You huggin up the big monkey man I never saw you, I only heard of you huggin up the big monkey man I never saw you, I only heard of you huggin up the big monkey man It's no lie, it's no lie Them a tell me, You huggin up the big monkey man It's no lie, it's no lie Them a tell me, You huggin up the big monkey man Now I know that, now I understand You're turning a monkey on me Now I know that, now I understand You're turning a monkey on me Aye aye aye, aye aye aye! Tell you baby, You huggin up the big monkey man Aye aye aye, aye aye aye! Tell you baby, You huggin up the big monkey man I was on my way to Banbury Cross, Then I see a monkey upon a white horse With rings on he fingers, bells on him toes Sing a little song, wherever he be 'Cos he's a monkey, 'cos he's a monkey 'Cos he's a weedy little monkey man Aye aye aye, aye aye aye! Tell you baby, You huggin up the big monkey man Aye aye aye, aye aye aye! Tell you baby, You huggin up the big monkey man |
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You're working at your leisure to learn the things you'll need
The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee I've seen your qualifications, you've got a Ph.D. I've got one art O level, it did nothing for me. Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine You plan your conversation to impress the college bar Just talking about your mother and daddy's Jaguar Wear your political t-shirt and sacred college scarf Discussing the world's situation but just for a laugh You'll be working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine Just working at your leisure to learn the things you won't need The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee I've seen your qualifications, you've got a Ph.D. I've got an art O level, it did nothing for me. Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine |
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Is everybody happy?
knock, knock, knock, knock You can't come in knock, knock, knock You can't come in You're wondering now, What to do, now you know this is the end You're wondering how, You will pay, for the way you did behave Curtain has fallen, Now you're on your own I won't return, Forever you will wait You're wondering now, What to do, now you know this is the end Curtain has fallen, now you're on your own I won't return, forever you will wait You're wondering now, what to do, Now you know this is the end You're wondering how, you will pay, For the way you did behave You're wondering now, what to do, Now you know this is the end You're wondering now, what to do, Now you know this is the end. |
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Out of bed at eight am
Out my head by half past ten Out with mates and dates and friends That's what I do at weekends I can't talk and I can't walk But I know where I'm going to go I'm going watch my money go At the Locarno, no When my feet go through the door I know what my right arm is for Buy a drink and pull a chair Up to the edge of the dance floor Bouncers bouncing through the night Trying to stop or start a fight I sit and watch the flashing lights Moving legs in footless tights I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I like to venture into town I like to get a few drinks down The floor gets packed the bar gets full I don't like life when things get dull The hen party have saved the night And freed themselves from drunken stags Having fun and dancing in A circle round their leather bags I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning But two o'clock has come again It's time to leave this paradise Hope the chip shop isn't closed Cos' their pies are really nice I'll eat in the taxi queue Standing in someone else's spew Wish I had lipstick on my shirt Instead of piss stains on my shoes I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning |
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