You're quite precautious I know which button should be pressed Let's go out driving I'll wait until you pass the test We can get a hood down Throw away those learner plates You got the hang of steering Now try stepping on the brakes
You've been driving way too fast You've been pushing way too hard You've been taking things too far Who do you think you are?
La la la, la la la la la La la la, la la la la la
Do you believe in love at first sight? Do you believe in fate? I believe the good things Only come to those who wait We've got to plan the journey Eliminate all mistakes Take the safe route It's called the art of driving
Maybe wait until the summertime Maybe wait until December Because a heartfelt seduction Lasts a life time
You've been driving way too fast You've been pushing way too hard You've been taking things too far Who do you think you are?
It's called the art of driving The art of driving It's just the art of driving
La la la, la la la la la La la la, la la la la la
I wish you'd learn to slow down You might get there at the end Don't think the accelerating pedal Is the man's best friend You don't have to break the speed limit You don't have to break your neck Another dead boy-racer Cut out from the wreak
You've been driving way too fast You've been pushing way too hard You've been taking things too far Who do you think you are?
Maybe wait until the summertime Maybe wait until December Because a heartfelt seduction Lasts a life time
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The English motorway system is beautiful and strange It's been there forever, it's never going to change It eliminates all diversions, it eliminates all emotions (All you got to do to stay alive is drive)
There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without
If you think the journey's over Let me know, don't make me wait
(Driving with no aim or intention) On the English motorway
The English motorway system can be quite hypnotising You achieve a Zen like state, as someone else's driving It becomes detached observing, colours and straight lights Distant town and exit signs (Do you really want to break up?)
There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without
Is this the end of the rainbow? Am I just colour-blind?
(Leave the north, visit friend's at south) On the English motorway
The English motorway system, is an accident waiting to happen On the black ice, a lorry jack knives, on there's freezing fog in November And you wonder if there's someone who really does decide I thought I saw you in a distance (Do you really want to break up?)
There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without
When you think the journey's over Let me know Don't make me wait
(Driving with no aim or intention) On the English motorway
The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and stra
Meet me in the playground after school When everybody has gone home Promise not to breathe a word of this Don't even look at me till we're alone Or tongues will start to wag Stories will go round They'll talk behind our backs We'll never relive it down Write my name in blood across your shirt (May Queen) Prove to me that I'm the only one (May Queen) And cross your heart and hope to die (May Queen) May God strike you dead if it's a lie (May Queen) Meet me after school Meet me by the fields Away from prying eyes Kids can be so cruel Out in the fields, out in the hay We've come this far, at days and date But if we've heard, but if we've seen Then you might forfeit your first kiss This whole thing no-one else's business (May Queen) This is just a personal affair (May Queen) A one-off test-run for the future (May Queen) Wonder if I'll feel the same tomorrow (May Queen) Tongues will start to wag Stories will go round They'll talk behind our backs We'll never relive it down Now it's the time, now it's the place We've come this far, at days and date But if we've heard, but if we've seen Then you might forfeit your first kiss May Queen
Girl on girl, in your dreams Girls on top, in between Girls together, girls alone In your dreams, in your dreams
Boy on boy, boys on top Boys together, boys don't stop Being boys, in your dreams In your dreams, in your dreams
I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams
Girl on bus, girl on Tube Brush against you, look at you Catch your eye, conversation In your dreams, in your dreams
I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams
In your dreams In your dreams In your dreams In your dreams
I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams
Late at night, in your dream You're not shy, it's so easy All the colours of the rainbow In your dreams, in your dreams
I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams I've been thinking about you (Thinking about you) Always thinking about you Can't stop thinking about you (Thinking about you) In your dreams, in your dreams
When boys are just eleven They begin to grow in height at a fast rate than they have done before They develop curiosity and start to fantasise About the things they have never thought of doing before These dreams are no more harmful than The usual thoughts that boys have of becoming football stars or millionaires As long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remains It's just a nature walk
It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life
A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl But not daring to because she might say no At last he summons up the courage phones And discovers someone else has asked her first and she's said yes Now's time to deal with the fear of being rejected No-one gets through life without being hurt At this point the boy who's listening to this song Is probably saying it's easier said than done and it's true
It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life
Do do do, do do do Do do do, do do do
Small-town dating differs from more urban situations In particular if there's few places to go Adolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade If they have to almost anywhere will do A family car, a disused coalmine A rowing boat or a shed Experimentation, familiarisation It's all a nature walk
It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life
It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand) You're getting ideas (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) And when you sleep at night (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) They develop into sweet dreams (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) It's just the facts of life
It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand)
(Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home Straight life Away from alternative culture Transient people (Straight life) Coming in and out of our lives Straight life Painting our walls, and wiring the circuit Gradate advisement (Straight life) Building it up by the sweat of our bows Home improvements In our dream home Home improvements We're not moving Straight life Visiting sites of local interest Walking the hillsides (Straight life) Playing games, bringing back souvenirs Straight life Secret signs, our own signed language Misunderstandings (Straight life) Have now become a thing of the past Home improvements In our dream home Home improvements We're never moving (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home Straight life Lives in a tin on top of the wardrobe Personal photos (Straight life) Holiday snaps, caravan sites Straight life Keep your mouth shut, say hello to the neighbours Straight life Look at our straight life Home improvements In our dream home Home improvements We're not moving (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (Dream home) It's a beautiful day (It's a beautiful day) (Dream home) It's a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning) (In our) Dream home (In our) Dream home Straight life Look at a straight life Straight life This is our straight life Straight life
They're digging up human remains In Notting Hills Behind the screens, behind the wall In our backgarden Don't you know when you're well off? Don't you know when times are good? I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved They're asking questions door to door Our friends in neighbours They're piecing it together now In perfect order Don't you know when you're well off? Make the best of English weather Sort the roses 'round the door We'll be growing old together I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved Don't you know when you're well off? Don't look a gift horse in the mounts I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved I just want to be loved (I just want to be loved) I just want to be loved (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (They're digging up human remains) I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (Behind the screens, behind the wall) I just want to be loved (In our backgarden) (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (They're digging up human remains) I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...) I just want to be loved (Behind the screens, behind the wall) I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...) In Notting Hill
Put on your make-up Apply it with care Use your imagination We can go anywhere We'll have an adventure I'm bored with just love A fairy tale with a sting in the tail Tonight we'll draw blood From Blackpool tower to Brighton pier Turn the lights out we know there's no-one here Goodbye Goodnight The candle is buring So the modern butterfly Can plant out a night-life It's purely desire We might meet some old friends We might push our luck Hot on the heels of something Hot on the heels of not much From Severn bridge to Southend-on-Sea Turn the lights out before you leave, goodnight Goodbye Goodnight It's been a good night It's just a goodnight kiss The night's nearly over Get a taxi at five I'll cradle your head in my hands Check that you're still alive Golden mile to Morecambe bay Turn the lights out as there's nothing left to say Goodbye Goodnight From Dungeness to the Isle of White Would the last one to leave turn out the light Goodbye Goodnight It's just a good night It's been a good night It's just a goodnight kiss
Your star is descending Round here blindly Tell your dancing daughter That there's no room on the wing We can bitch but it ain't tinsel town Hey! Starchild Can't dance Left out on a useless limb This party will start To drag you down Slap your face And pull your hair Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this skin is shed Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this thing is dead I was in traction started off smiling Couldn't help laughing I was astounded when They caught you unaware And some missionary said That this week we've got to shoot All the dancing girls And then replace them With satellites instead Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this skin is shed Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this thing is dead Like to see something change Around here, around there
They were failing dutifully If you're going to fail at all Failing came more easily Than it did to us all And I wanted to be there See them again It was easy to see they were The best band to be in I gave up drugging When you spiked my drink Stopped freeloading When I could not get in I gave up singing When I was told I could not dance Knew my place in the world When I heard them start Woke up Sunday morning With a hole the size of my pool Couldn't believe I'd grown so ugly Couldn't believe I'd been so cruel I should've set back Thought about their past East coast to west coast How they'd struggled for their art Some people were born to write Some people were born to dance Thought I knew my place in the world Thought I knew my art Glad to be there, see them begin It was easy to see They were the best band to be in American Guitars...
Junk shop clothes Will get you nowhere Theyre out of season Its betrayal with no treason Junk shop clothes Will get you... There is no reason why Your mother was a seamstress
Claim soutine never spent A thrift shop dime In this life Lenny bruce never walked In a dead mans shoes Even for one night
Junk shop clothes Will get you nowhere No summer pavilion No shooting season Junk shop clothes Will get you... For the rest of your life And the sun never shone On your frame pale and wan
Who cares about your mystic lies Is it a claim to some reality I found myself barefoot on stones I don't think 'It was meant to be' I don't think 'It just had to be' So how can it be pre-arranged When there's no order anyway I found myself barefoot on stone I don't think it was destiny It wasn't in the stars that day Good fortune smile On my ascendant star Take heed, small talk Don't trust the stars I know that it's insufferable Visionary can be so vain To think that somewhere There's a path for you I know it makes it seem mundane It makes it all seem so mundane Good fortune smile On my ascendant star Take heed, small talk Don't trust the stars
First child and a showbiz son Always hide where you come from Mother got out rehab And I was born I was starstruck When I was young It's never too soon To tread the boards I was in Vaudeville At age gave My career took Its first nosedive I've been starstruck All my life Starstruck, starstruck over you Starstruck, I'm struck dumb by you Starstruck, I struck out of luck I was always starstruck Can't get an agent For a child star My act effete and failing So I moved To the old backlot Where I exercise daily CHORUS Now you're between A peak time show I hear you're now married She was born to be seen Not to be carried CHORUS
In my role As a groundbreaker As a pallbearer In my past life As a benefactor My lost years As an actor The stars are brighter Are lighter Than they have been for years Those stars are tighter At one time I've never seen so many How could I be wrong? In my role As a peacemaker As a lifesaver In your room As a plan hatcher A soul snatcher
When I first met you You were not house trained A backwoods trier The world's your oyster Your time is mine What's yours is mine all mine There's no honour Among thieves So we worked together A varied rich and famous crime You had your motives I had mine For a soul to find Little piece rub off on mine Trinkets, memorabilia Diamonds for the taking One man's treasure never meant a thing When I was housebreaking Took a buckshot landing >From my most famous client Must have lost it in the fall Came away empty handed When I first met you I was not housetrained
