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You done too much much too young
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Stop your messing around,
Better think of your future. Time you straighten right out, Creating problems in town. Rudy, a message to you Rudy. A message to you. Stop your fooling around. Time you straighten right out. Better think of your future, As you wind up in jail. Rudy, a message to you Rudy. A message to you. Stop your messing around. Better think of your future. Time you straighten right out, Creating problems in town. Rudy, a message to you Rudy. A message to you Rudy. Oh, its a message to you Rudy. Yeah, its a message to you Rudy. its a message to you Rudy... |
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Snow is falling all around, seven o'clock and the roads are blocked
So I walk down town, there's no-one around I walk in a bar and immediately I sense danger You look at me girl as if I was some kind of a, a total stranger Where did you get that blank expression on your face? Where did you get that blank expression on your face? The streets are dark, and there's no-one about I wander home and all the ,the lights are out, I keep wondering Where did you get that blank expression on your face? Where did you get that blank expression on your face? Where did you get that blank expression on your face? Where did you get that blank expression on your face? ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By J. DAMMERS, SPECIALS <i>Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC.</i> |
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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 ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By R. RADIATION <i>Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC.</i> |
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All you punks and all you teds
National Front and natty dreads Mods, rockers, hippies and skinheads Keep on fighting 'til you're dead Who am I to say? Who am I to say? Am I just a hypocrite, Another piece of your bullshit Am I the dog that bit The hand of the man that feeds it? Do the dog, do the dog Do the dog, not the donkey Do the dog, don't be a jerk Do the dog, watch who you work for Do the do the do the do the dog Everybody's doing the dog Take your F.A. aggravation Fight it out on New Street Station Master racial masturbation Causes National Front frustration Who am I to say? To the IRA To the UDA Soldier boy from UK Am I just a hypocrite? Another piece of your bullshit Am I the dog that bit The hand of the man that feeds it? Do the dog, do the dog Do the dog, not the donkey Do the dog, don't be a jerk Do the dog, watch who you work for Do the do the do the do the dog, Do the do the do the do the dog, Do the do the do the do the dog, Everybody's doing the dog. |
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Just because you're nobody
It doesn't mean that you're no good Just because there's a reason It doesn't mean it's understood It doesn't make it alright It doesn't make it alright It's the worst excuse in the world And it, it doesn't make it alright Some people think they're really clever To smash your head against the wall Then they say "you got it my way" They really think they know it all It doesn't make it alright It doesn't make it alright It's the worst excuse in the world And it, it doesn't make it alright Just because you're a black boy Just because you're a white It doesn't mean you've got to hate him It doesn't mean you've got to fight It doesn't make it alright It doesn't make it alright It's the worst excuse in the world And it, it doesn't make it alright Just because you're nobody ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By M. HARRISON, B. GOLDBERG, J. DAMMERS Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC. |
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If you ever hear a noise in the night your body starts to sweat, it shakes and shivers in fright you go and sleep with your mother she hates you guts she knows that you love her so she holds you tight all through the night in to the broad daylight And when she doesn't come home you'll have to sleep alone then you wet your bed and I think that's sad for a girl of 19 it's more than sad, it's obscene! 1,2 And your girlfriend sweet little 17 she's got her layered hair and her flared jeans you know what that means, she's just a little queen she shares your London flat she thinks that London's where it's at Although it stinks and when it rains you wear your hat and your plum colored pvc wet- look maxi mac You tie your ginger hair back in a bun you're the ugliest creature, under the sun! 1,2 Go! 1,2 And you think it's about time that you died, and I agree so you decide on suicide you tried but you never quite carried it out you only wanted to die in order to show off and if you think you're gonna bleed all over me you're even wronger than you'd normaly be And the only things you want to see are kitsch And the only thing you want to be is rich Your little pink up-pointed nose begins twitch I know you know you're just a little bitch! 1,2 |
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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 'cause he's a monkey, 'cause he's a monkey 'cause 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 ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FREDERICK HIBBERT <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Is this the in place to be?
What am I doing here? Watching the girls go by Spending money on Sleep all day It's the only way I'm a parasite I creep about at night Nite Klub, is this the in place to be? Nite Klub, what am I doing here? Nite Klub, watching the girls go by Spending money on Hey, hey, I don't work Cos I don't have to I don't have to work There's no work to do Nite Klub, I'm a member of the Nite Klub Nite Klub, A fully paid up member of the Nite Klub I won't dance in a club like this All the girls are slags And the beer tastes just like piss I'm a parasite I creep about at night Yes I'm a member of the Nite Klub A fully paid up member of the Nite Klub Nite Klub, is this the in place to be? Nite Klub, what am I doing here? Nite Klub, watching the girls go by Spending money on beer! ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By J. DAMMERS, T. HALL, R. BYERS, S. PANTER, L. GOLDING, J. BRADBURY, N. STAPLES <i>Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC.</i> |
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Court in session. What do you mean 'Oy oy oy'? Must have court in session.
Order. My name is Judge Roughneck, and I will not tolerate any disobedience in my courtroom. Rude boy, you have been brought in front of me and charged with smashing this woman's window. Before I sentence you, what have you got to say in your defense? I was walking down the street one night When I saw her silhouette in her bathroom light Her way of life may be nothing to hide With her frosted glass shattered, curtains open wide Naked woman, naked man, Where did you get that nice sun tan? You live in a castle built of sand Naked woman, naked man Naked from your bath, you go naked to your bed And I can't stop the hatred running through my head Silence in court. Order. Rude boy, you have led me to believe that you was going out with a girl, and she left you and married someone else. So you got drunk, and smashed up your ex-girlfriend's property. I have come to one conclusion, that is to sentence you to five months in prison. Before they take you down to the cells, what have you got to say for yourself? He wanted to be something but she knows he never will She's got him where she wanted and forgot to take her pill And he thinks that she'll be happy when she's hanging out the nappies If that's a happy marriage I'd prefer to be unhappy Married woman, married man Where did you get that family plan? Mrs. Ewe and Mr. Ram Where did you get that lovely lamb? Naked woman, naked man, where did you get that nice sun tan? Order in my courtroom Naked woman, naked man, where did you get that nice sun tan? Hush up Naked woman, naked man, where did you get that nice sun tan? Take him away ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By J. DAMMERS, N. STAPLE, M. HARRISON <i>Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC.</i> |
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from The Specials - The Specials (2002)
Too Hot
This town is too hot Now they're calllin' for their guns About to spoil the rude boys funs But rude boys never give up their guns It's too hot No man, can tell them what to do Pound for pound They say, they're ruder than you They are boss, and no back down You might have a couple you like Choose your burial site Take insurance, make up your will Come out and tell them Fight them The soldiers came back to you, without them The police force are afraid They can't even touch them They say |
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You done too much much too young
You're married with a kid when you could be having fun with me You done too much much too young Now you're married with a son when you should be having fun with me Don't wanna be rich, don't wanna be famous Ain't he cute |
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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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from The Specials - More Specials (2002)
See him walk along this lonely street
Trying to find, find a future New pair of shoes are on my feet Cause fashion is my only culture Nothing ever change People say to me just be yourself It makes no sense to fallow fashion How could I be anybody else I don't try I've got no reasons Nothing ever change I'm just living in a life without meaning I walk and walk - do nothing I'm just living in a life without feeling I talk and talk - say nothing I walk along this same lonely street Still trying to find, find a reason This man comes and smacks me in the teeth I don't complain it's not my concious Nothing ever change I'm just living in a life without meaning I walk I walk - do nothing I'm living in a life without thinking I talk I talk - say nothing |
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Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink The years go by, as quickly as you wink Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Hello, I'm Terry, and I'm going to enjoy myself first It's good to be wise when you're young 'cause you can only be young but the once Enjoy yourself and have lots of fun So glad and live life longer than you've ever done Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink The years go by, as quickly as you wink Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Never right, yes I know Get wisdom, knowledge and understanding These three, were given free by the maker Go to school, learn the rules, don't be no faker It's not wise for you to be a foot stool Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink The years go by, as quickly as you wink Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink The years go by, as quickly as you wink Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MAGIDSON, HERBERT / SIGMAN, CARL <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink The years go by, as quickly as you wink Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Hello, I'm Terry, and I'm going to enjoy myself first It's good to be wise when you're young 'cause you can only be young but the once Enjoy yourself and have lots of fun So glad and live life longer than you've ever done Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink The years go by, as quickly as you wink Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Never right, yes I know Get wisdom, knowledge and understanding These three, were given free by the maker Go to school, learn the rules, don't be no faker It's not wise for you to be a foot stool Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink The years go by, as quickly as you wink Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink The years go by, as quickly as you wink Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MAGIDSON, HERBERT / SIGMAN, CARL <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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When I woke up this morning alone in my bed
In a cold room with damp sheets, and a pain in my head I saw you last night and you drove me insane Why must you hurt me again and again I've had enough, if I don't come back for more that's tough Cause I can't stand it, the way you've planned it No I can't stand it any longer Sometimes I get so I tired I can't get no sleep I'm so drunk I can't stand up on my own two feet I'm feeling so hungry I don't want to eat You make me so angry I can't even speak I'll stay at home where I can be alone Because I just can't stand it, the way you've planned it No I can't stand it any longer Try not to cry as I lie in the rain Feel like walking through walls just to get back home again I saw you last night and I'll see you again Maybe you're trying to drive me insane I've had enough, if I don't come back for more that's tough Cause I can't take it any more I'm going home where I can be alone Because I just can't stand it, no I can't stand it No I can't stand it any longer Goodnight Terry Goodnight Rhoda ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DAMMERS <i>Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC.</i> |
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from The Specials - More Specials (2002)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
This is your captain speaking Welcome aboard DC-10 flight number 1313 We will be cruising at a height of twenty five thousand feet at an air speed of sixty hundred miles per hour Headphones will be provided by request for a varied program of in flight music Have a good flight Safety belts and sickness bags, jet lag downer pills Duty free booze and fags make me feel ill A vapor trail from A to B, away from normal sanity It all seems so absurd to me I've seen the carpets on the walls of hotels rooms around the world I never want to hear the screams of the teenage girls in other peoples dreams Spread the disease, from the south China sea To the beach hotel Malibu Phone my girlfriend to ask her "How's her weekend?" I say "Hi, Terry here", and she says "Terry who, the hell are you?" The businessmen are having fun are they on a different plane to me I've lost touch with reality, they all seem so absurd to me Like well dressed chimpanzees Spend and spend and spend and spend Will the muzak never end? Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking Due to expected engine failures we will be forced to attempt an emergency landing Please remain seated, extinguish all cigarettes, and fasten safety belts Follow the emergency procedures laid out in the pamphlet located in front of your seats For normal breathing, oxygen masks will be released from the compartment above your head Please remain calm and follow the instructions of your stewardess at all times This is a recording ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JERRY DAMMERS Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC. |
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from The Specials - More Specials (2002)
You saw a woman in a cafe, lips of crimson, yellow grin
Her shoes were wrong and she looked extremely thin Her jewels were faked, she'd had a rinse, her hair was greyish blue She looked ashamed when she explained to you It ain't easy when there's no-one to lean on It ain't easy when there's nobody there It ain't easy when your lovers are all gone Nobody there, nobody cares The pubs were closed she'd got nowhere to go when she'd spilled her tea Have you never thought "One day that could be me"? Her temper changed, she looked so deranged, her perfume turned to gin You looked at her and she began to sing It's all a load of bollocks It's all a load of bollocks It's all a load of bollocks And bollocks to it all You tell me you think that they should lock her away and scrape the make-up off her skin Then we'd see the warts around her chin She tried to keep her looks but lost her mind when she lost her youth and grace Your words were just an insult to her face It ain't easy when there's no-one to lean on It ain't easy when there's nobody there It ain't easy when your lovers are all gone And bollocks to it all When I first met you, I really thought you were a wet dream come true Now I know that you don't care, about somebody else's nightmare ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DAMMERS Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC. |
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Stop your messing around (ah-ah-ah)
Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah) Time you straighten right out (ah-ah-ah) Creating problems in town (ah-ah-ah) Rudy A message to you, Rudy A message to you Stop your fooling around (ah-ah-ah) Time you straighten right out (ah-ah-ah) Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah) Else you'll wind up in jail (ah-ah-ah) Rudy A message to you, Rudy A message to you Stop your messing around (ah-ah-ah) Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah) Time you straighten right out (ah-ah-ah) Creating problems in town (ah-ah-ah) Rudy A message to you, Rudy A message to you, Rudy Oh, it's a message to you, Rudy Yeah, it's a message to you, Rudy (Continues as music fades out) |
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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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Each day I walk along this lonely street
Trying to find, find a future New pair of shoes are on my feet Cos' fashion is my only culture Nothing ever change, oh no... Nothing ever change People say to me just be yourself It makes no sense to follow fashion How could I be anybody else I don't try, I've got no reason Nothing ever change, oh no... Nothing ever change I'm just living in a life without meaning I walk and walk, do nothing I'm just living in a life without feeling I talk and talk, say nothing Nothing ever change, oh no... Nothing ever change I walk along this same old lonely street Still trying to find, find a reason Policeman comes and smacks me in the teeth I don't complain, it's not my function Nothing ever change, oh no... Nothing ever change They're just living in a life without meaning I walk and walk, do nothing They're just playing in a life without thinking They talk and talk, say nothing I'm just living in a life without feeling I walk and walk, I'm dreaming I'm just living in a life without feeling I talk and talk, say nothing I'm just living in a life without meaning I walk and walk, do nothing |
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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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This town, is coming like a ghost town
All the clubs have been closed down This place, is coming like a ghost town Bands won't play no more too much fighting on the dance floor Do you remember the good old days Before the ghost town? We danced and sang, And the music played inna de boomtown This town, is coming like a ghost town Why must the youth fight against themselves? Government leaving the youth on the shelf This place, is coming like a ghost town No job to be found in this country Can't go on no more The people getting angry This town, is coming like a ghost town This town, is coming like a ghost town This town, is coming like a ghost town This town, is coming like a ghost town |
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This town, is coming like a ghost town
All the clubs have been closed down This place, is coming like a ghost town Bands won't play no more too much fighting on the dance floor Do you remember the good old days Before the ghost town? We danced and sang, And the music played inna de boomtown This town, is coming like a ghost town Why must the youth fight against themselves? Government leaving the youth on the shelf This place, is coming like a ghost town No job to be found in this country Can't go on no more The people getting angry This town, is coming like a ghost town This town, is coming like a ghost town This town, is coming like a ghost town This town, is coming like a ghost town |
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Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking Welcome aboard DC-10 flight number 1313 We will be cruising at a height of 25,000 feet at an air speed of 600 miles per hour Headphones will be provided by request for a varied program of in flight music Have a good flight. Safety belts and sickness bags, jet lag downer pills Duty free, booze and fags make me feel ill A vapour trail from A to B, away from normal sanity It all seems so absurd to me. I've seen the carpets on the walls Of hotels rooms around the world I never want to hear the screams Of the teenage girls in other peoples dreams. Spread the disease from the south China Sea to the beach hotel Malibu Phone my girlfriend to ask her : 'How's her weekend ?' I say : 'Hi, Terry here' - and she says : 'Terry, who (the hell are you ?)'. The businessmen are having fun Are they on a different plane to me ? I've lost touch with reality They all seem so absurd to me Like well dressed chimpanzees Spend and spend and spend and spend Will the muzak never end ? Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking Due to expected engine failures we will be forced to attempt an emergency landing Please remain seated, extinguish all cigarettes and fasten safety belts Follow the emergency procedures laid out in the pamphlet located in front of your seats For normal breathing, oxygen masks will be released from the compartment above your head Please, remain calm and follow the instructions of your stewardess at all times This is a recording ... |
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Is this the in place to be?
What am I doing here? Watching the girls go by Spending money on... Sleep all day It's the only way I'm a parasite I creep about at night Nite Klub, is this the in place to be? Nite Klub, what am I doing here? Nite Klub, watching the girls go by Spending money on... Hey, hey, I don't work Cos I don't have to I don't have to work There's no work to do Nite Klub, I'm a member of the Nite Klub Nite Klub, A fully paid up member of the Nite Klub I won't dance in a club like this All the girls are slags and the beer tastes just like piss I'm a parasite I creep about at night Yes I'm a member of the Nite Klub A fully paid up member of the Nite Klub Nite Klub, is this the in place to be? Nite Klub, what am I doing here? Nite Klub, watching the girls go by Spending money on beer! |
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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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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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If you ever hear a noise in the night your body starts to sweat, it shakes and shivers in fright you go and sleep with your mother she hates you guts she knows that you love her so she holds you tight all through the night in to the broad daylight And when she doesn't come home you'll have to sleep alone then you wet your bed and I think that's sad for a girl of 19 it's more than sad, it's obscene! 1,2 And your girlfriend sweet little 17 she's got her layered hair and her flared jeans you know what that means, she's just a little queen she shares your London flat she thinks that London's where it's at Although it stinks and when it rains you wear your hat and your plum colored pvc wet- look maxi mac You tie your ginger hair back in a bun you're the ugliest creature, under the sun! 1,2 Go! 1,2 And you think it's about time that you died, and I agree so you decide on suicide you tried but you never quite carried it out you only wanted to die in order to show off and if you think you're gonna bleed all over me you're even wronger than you'd normaly be And the only things you want to see are kitsch And the only thing you want to be is rich Your little pink up-pointed nose begins twitch I know you know you're just a little bitch! 1,2 |
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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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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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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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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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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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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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Stop your messing around (ah-ah-ah)
Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah) Time you straighten right out (ah-ah-ah) Creating problems in town (ah-ah-ah) Rudy A message to you, Rudy A message to you Stop your fooling around (ah-ah-ah) Time you straighten right out (ah-ah-ah) Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah) Else you'll wind up in jail (ah-ah-ah) Rudy A message to you, Rudy A message to you Stop your messing around (ah-ah-ah) Better think of your future (ah-ah-ah) Time you straighten right out (ah-ah-ah) Creating problems in town (ah-ah-ah) Rudy A message to you, Rudy A message to you, Rudy Oh, it's a message to you, Rudy Yeah, it's a message to you, Rudy (Continues as music fades out) |
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Snow is falling all around
Seven o'clock and the roads are blocked So I walk down town There's no one around I walk in a bar and immediately I sense danger You look at me, girl, as if I was some kind of a total stranger Where did you get that blank expression on your face? The streets are dark and there's no one about I wander home and all the lights are out I keep wondering Where did you get that blank expression on your face? |
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Each day I walk along this lonely street
Trying to find, find a future New pair of shoes are on my feet Cos' fashion is my only culture Nothing ever change, oh no... Nothing ever change People say to me just be yourself It makes no sense to follow fashion How could I be anybody else I don't try, I've got no reason Nothing ever change, oh no... Nothing ever change I'm just living in a life without meaning I walk and walk, do nothing I'm just living in a life without feeling I talk and talk, say nothing Nothing ever change, oh no... Nothing ever change I walk along this same old lonely street Still trying to find, find a reason Policeman comes and smacks me in the teeth I don't complain, it's not my function Nothing ever change, oh no... Nothing ever change They're just living in a life without meaning I walk and walk, do nothing They're just playing in a life without thinking They talk and talk, say nothing I'm just living in a life without feeling I walk and walk, I'm dreaming I'm just living in a life without feeling I talk and talk, say nothing I'm just living in a life without meaning I walk and walk, do nothing |
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All you punks and all you teds
National Front and natty dreads Mods, rockers, hippies and skinheads Keep on fighting 'til you're dead Who am I to say? Who am I to say? Am I just a hypocrite, Another piece of your bullshit Am I the dog that bit The hand of the man that feeds it? Do the dog, do the dog Do the dog, not the donkey Do the dog, don't be a jerk Do the dog, watch who you work for Do the do the do the do the dog Everybody's doing the dog Take your F.A. aggravation Fight it out on New Street Station Master racial masturbation Causes National Front frustration Who am I to say? To the IRA To the UDA Soldier boy from UK Am I just a hypocrite? Another piece of your bullshit Am I the dog that bit The hand of the man that feeds it? Do the dog, do the dog Do the dog, not the donkey Do the dog, don't be a jerk Do the dog, watch who you work for Do the do the do the do the dog, Do the do the do the do the dog, Do the do the do the do the dog, Everybody's doing the dog. |
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Mum bought you a fur
Coat when you were fifteen You wore it to the disco, But everyone was in jeans But you were a rich girl, And only having fun Your low cut dresses, Brought stares from everyone Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? You left for London, When you were nineteen Had to pull off your nice clothes, Just living on dreams A man in the bright lights Took all that you own Now he's taken your freedom For a fate unknown But you were a rich girl, Hardly having fun Your worn out dresses, Brought stares from everyone Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? Hey, little rich girl you've been away for so long And now little rich girl, my words are in this song Hey, little rich girl my love for you is gone And now little rich girl, I know where you went wrong At your dad's office party All the movies were blue Caused him so much heart ache, Because the screen star was you You left for London, When you were nineteen Had to pull off your nice clothes, But you were living on dreams You were a rich girl, And only having fun But your worn out dresses, Brought stares from everyone Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? |
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When I woke up this morning alone in my bed
In a cold room with damp sheets, and a pain in my head I saw you last night and you drove me insane Why must you hurt me again and again I've had enough, if I don't come back for more that's tough 'Cos I can't stand it, the way you've planned it No I can't stand it any longer Sometimes I get so I tired I can't get no sleep I'm so drunk I can't stand up on my own two feet I'm feeling so hungry I don't want to eat You make me so angry I can't even speak I'll stay at home where I can be alone Because I just can't stand it, the way you've planned it No I can't stand it any longer Try not to cry as I lie in the rain Feel like walking through walls just to get back home again I saw you last night and I'll see you again Maybe you're trying to drive me insane I've had enough, if I don't come back for more that's tough 'Cos I can't take it any more I'm going home where I can be alone Because I just can't stand it, no I can't stand it No I can't stand it any longer Goodnight Terry Goodnight Rhoda |
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If you ever hear a noise in the night your body starts to sweat, it shakes and shivers in fright you go and sleep with your mother she hates you guts she knows that you love her so she holds you tight all through the night in to the broad daylight And when she doesn't come home you'll have to sleep alone then you wet your bed and I think that's sad for a girl of 19 it's more than sad, it's obscene! 1,2 And your girlfriend sweet little 17 she's got her layered hair and her flared jeans you know what that means, she's just a little queen she shares your London flat she thinks that London's where it's at Although it stinks and when it rains you wear your hat and your plum colored pvc wet- look maxi mac You tie your ginger hair back in a bun you're the ugliest creature, under the sun! 1,2 Go! 1,2 And you think it's about time that you died, and I agree so you decide on suicide you tried but you never quite carried it out you only wanted to die in order to show off and if you think you're gonna bleed all over me you're even wronger than you'd normaly be And the only things you want to see are kitsch And the only thing you want to be is rich Your little pink up-pointed nose begins twitch I know you know you're just a little bitch! 1,2! |
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