01. Rudebox
02. Viva life on mars
03. Lovelight
04. Bongo bong and Je ne t'aime plus
05. She's Madonna
06. Keep on
07. Good doctor
08. The actor
09. Never touch that switch
10. Louise
11. We're the Pet Shop Boys
12. Burslem normals
13. Kiss me
14. The 80's
15. The 90's
16. Summertime
17. Dickhead (bonus track)
...::: Rudebox :::...
R. Williams & K. Andrews & D. Spencer & B. Laswell & C. Aiken & W.
Collins & S. Dunbar & R. Shakespeare
Do de rudebox,
shake your rudebox
Ok then back to basics
Grab your shell toes and your fat laces
A little hand clap for some funk faces
And make your body move in the following places
Goes up your back and then down your spine
And when it hits your head...
Ok then back to bass-heads
Dance like you just won at the special Olympics
I got the rudebox of the back of a spaceship
So sick I just had to take it
The R.U.D.E.B.O.X.
Up yer jacksy, split yer kecks
Sing a song of semtex
Pocket full of Durex
Body full of Mandrax
Are we gonna have sex (yes)
Will you wear your knee socks (oh)
Back to the rudebox
Got this double fantasy
Where we just never stop
I've got one design
And that's to funk you to the top
Know whats on my mind
There's only one thing you will find
I got one design
And that's to bump you 'till you drop
Rudebox, do the rudebox,
'Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox,
Why you so nasty
Rudebox, do the rudebox,
'Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox,
Why you so nasty
Ok then back to spaceship
Take both pills, fuck the matrix
Jack those jills, shake your Playtex
Rock three stripes, not the Asics
A.D.I.D.A.S. old school
'Cause it's the best (yes)
TK Max cost less (yes)
Jackson looks a mess (bless)
Ok then what to do
If you try to jack me
I'll rudebox you
If you rudebox me
I'll rudebox your whole crew
'Cause it's what I do
Ain't that right boo (true)
I'll ride with you
If you can get me to the border
'Cause the Sheriff's after me
For what I did to his daughter
I did it like this (you did it like that)
I love it when you double clap, clap
Got this double fantasy
Where we just never stop
I've got one design
And that's to funk you to the top
Know whats on my mind
There's only one thing you will find
I got one design
And that's to bump you 'till you drop
Rudebox, do the rudebox,
'Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox,
Why you so nasty
Rudebox, do the rudebox,
'Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox,
Why you so nasty
Ok then check the tan line
Make your body shape
Like you're stood on a landmine
Call me on my mobile
Not the landline
And the jack the mainline
At the same time
Ok this is what we do
Got a jam so fresh it's nice for you
Ok give it what you got
And dial 808 for the bass to drop
Ok then what's the fracas
Grab your cardy, your lead hat
And your bus pass
You don't sweat much for a fat lass
Grab your rudebox 'cause your box is righteous
Ok bum rush the show
I got high speed dubbing on my stereo
And all the tunes in the box are the cherrio
I know I told you before,
Did you hear me though
Got this double fantasy
Where we just never stop
I've got one design
And that's to funk you to the top
Know what's on my mind
There's only one thing you will find
I got one design
And that's to bump you 'till you drop
Rudebox, do the rudebox,
'Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox,
Why you so nasty
Rudebox, do the rudebox,
'Cause you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox,
Why you so nasty
Do the rudebox, shake your rudebox
...::: Viva life on mars :::...
R. Williams & K. Andrews & D. Spencer
I just wanna be
I lost all faith in what I know
the future doesn't need me so
I kick a ball against the wall and
head it 'till it don't hurt no more
Use my cuts and lacerations, feed
myself a new sensation, woah, woah
Take a ride on your high horse,
if the horse is blind, use the force
The falcon flies in two straight lines,
red five standing by
It's not a moon, it's space station,
it feels good, the good vibration,
woah, woah
I know that you know
some lovely people
Send them all an invitation,
party to a segregation, woah, woah
Viva life on Mars I'm calling,
sending my frequency to the galaxy
So you can see people down here
They don't want us to discuss
the picture in the caves of us
A nosebleed and a bag of coal,
then they put you in a hole
We're knee deep in information,
and they can't stop this
conversation, no, woah
I know that you know
some lovely people
Send them all an invitation,
party to a segregation, woah, woah
Viva life on Mars I'm calling,
sending my frequency to the galaxy
So you can see people down here
I just wanna be
Love is natural, love is good,
not everybody does it but
everybody should
With them and us we've made a mess,
'til they decide which God is best
Free yourself from liberation from
Lake Geneva to the Freeland Station
woah, woah
I know that you know
some lovely people
Send them all an invitation,
party to a segregation, woah, woah
Viva life on Mars I'm calling,
sending my frequency to the galaxy
So you can see people down here
Viva life on Mars I'm calling
...:::
Lovelight :::...
L. Taylor
What am I supposed to do
To keep from going under
Now you're making holes in my heart
And yes it's starting to show
I've been holding back
Is it any wonder
Since you walked right into my life
And interrupted my flow
And I wanna know
Baby when you're with me
Who do you think you're fooling
Making me feel so sure
Turning your lovelight down again
Why don't you let me be
You don't know what you're doing
Making me feel so sure
Turning your lovelight down again
Did it again, did it again
Baby I've got to know
Are we gonna make it
Laying down beside me tonight
Do whatever you feel
Baby you're in control
Where you gonna take it
Don't you think that I do you right
You know darn well that I will
I wanna know
Baby when you're with me
Who do you think you're fooling
Making me feel so sure
Turning your lovelight down again
Why don't you let me be
You don't know what you're doing
Making me feel so sure
Turning your lovelight down again
Do it again, do it again
Baby you turn the lovelight down
And I don't know
Just how long I can stick around
Girl I need more
And it ain't just physical
But dunno what I can do, if I've found
That it ain't love this time around
Keep turning down your lovelight
Did it again
Whenever you...
Baby when you're with me
Who do you think you're fooling
Making me feel so sure
Turning your lovelight down again
Why don't you let me be
You don't know what you're doing
Making me feel so sure
And turning your lovelight down again
...:::
Bongo bong and Je ne t'aime plus:::...
M. Chao
Mama was queen of the mambo
Papa was King of the Congo
Deep down in the jungle
I started banging my first bongo
Every monkey'd like to be
In my place instead of me
'Cause I´m the king of bongo, baby
I´m the king of bongo, bong
I went to the big town
Where there is a lot of sound
From the jungle to the city
Looking for a bigger crown
So I play my boogie
For the people of big city
But they don´t go crazy
When I´m banging on my boogie
I'm the
King of the bongo,
King of the bongo, bong
Hear me when I come, baby
King of the bongo
King of the bongo, bong
Here me when I come
Nobody'd like to be
in my place instead of me
'Cause nobody go crazy
when I´m banging on my boogie
I´m the King without a crown
hanging loose in the big town
But I´m the King of bongo, baby,
I'm the King of bongo, bong
I'm the
King of the bongo,
King of the bongo, bong
Hear me when I come, baby
King of the bongo
King of the bongo, bong
Here me when I come
They say that I´m a clown,
making too much dirty sound
They say there is no place
for little monkey in this town
Nobody'd like to be
In my place instead of me
'Cause nobody go crazy
When I´m banging on my boogie
I'm the
King of the bongo,
King of the bongo, bong
Hear me when I come, baby
King of the bongo
King of the bongo, bong
Here me when I come
Banging on my bongo,
all that swing belongs to me
I´m so happy there´s nobody
in my place instead of me
I´m a King without a crown,
hanging loose in a big town
But I´m the King of bongo, baby,
I´m the King of bongo, bong
I'm the
King of the bongo,
King of the bongo, bong
Hear me when I come, baby
King of the bongo
King of the bongo, bong
Here me when I come
Mama was Queen of the Mambo
Papa was King of the Congo
Deep down in the jungle
I started banging my first bongo
Every monkey'd like to be
In my place instead of me
'Cause I´m the King of bongo, baby
I´m the King of bongo, bong
King of the bongo,
King of the bongo, bong
Hear me when I come, baby
King of the bongo
King of the bongo, bong
Here me when I come
Je ne t´aime plus mon amour
Je ne t´aime plus tous les jours
Je ne t´aime plus mon amour
Je ne t´aime plus tous les jours
Je ne t´aime plus mon amour
Je ne t´aime plus tous les jours
Je ne t´aime plus mon amour
Je ne t´aime plus tous les jours
Parfois j'aimerais mourir
tellement j'ai voulu croire
Parfois j'aimerais mourir
pour ne plus rien avour
Parfois j'aimerais mourir
pour plus jemais te voir
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous le jours
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous le jours
Parfois j'aimerais mourir
tellement y a plus d'espoir
Parfois j'aimerais mourir
pour ne plus rien savoir
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous le jours
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous le jours
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous le jours
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus...
...::: She's Madonna :::...
R. Williams & S. Duffy & C. Heath
Oh, Madonna (Madonna)
I don't miss you,
just who
you used to be
And you don't ring true,
so please
stop calling me
Your 'I love you's
are ten a penny
You're dropping clues
like you've got any
You've got to choose
There's been so many, oh
I love you baby,
but face it she's Madonna
No man on earth
could say that he don't want her
This look of love
says I'm leaving
You're frozen now,
I've done the freezing
I'm walking out,
Madonna's calling me
She's got to be
obscene
to be believed
That's her routine,
not what she means to me
I found myself
by circumstance
Across a room
where people dance
And quite by chance
she danced
right next me
I love you baby,
but face it she's Madonna
No man on earth
could say that he don't want her
It's me not you,
I've got to move on
You're younger too,
but she's got her groove on
I'm sorry love,
Madonna's calling me
Oh, Madonna (Madonna)
I want to tell you a secret
We're having drinks
with Kate and Stella
Gwyneth's here,
she's brought her fella
But all I wanna do
is take Madonna home
I love you baby,
but face it she's Madonna
No man on earth
could say that he don't want her
It's me not you,
I've got to move on
You're younger too,
but she's got her groove on
I'm sorry love,
Madonna's calling me
...:::
Keep on :::...
R. Williams & S. Duffy & C. Heath
Hotel motel, Holiday Inn
Vein popping
Heart clogging
Name dropping
Life stopping
Got no strings
But I think with my dingaling - aling
Can't sing, can't speak, tin-tong's
tong - ting
I'm popping
And I'm locking
Pulse stopping
Hypnotic
Got no strings
But I think with my dingaling - aling
Wing chang with the ching ching
ting - tong's a ting
I love my Mum and I love my Dad
The love I have and the love I've had
So much love it's driving me mad
If you're in the club
and you hear this sound
Come on everybody boogie down,
boogie down
Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
The feeling in your heart
No leaving
Shallow breathing
Girl weeping
Teeth teething
Got no strings
but I think with my dingaling
Wu-Tang with the bling bling
Sing a song, sing, sing
Naughty things, anything
We're geezing
Day creeping
Got no strings
but I think with my dingaling
Wu-Tang with the bling bling
I spin with a tin - tin grin grin
I love my Mum and I love my Dad
The love I have and the love I've had
So much love it's driving me mad
If you're in this club
and you hear this sound
Come on everybody boogie down,
boogie down
Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
The feeling in your heart
Hotel motel, Holiday Inn
Croups crouping
Roots rooting
Loots looting
Loops hooping
Got no strings
but I think with my dingaling - aling
Two - two for two - ting
tong - ting two stonking
Two's two
Looks looking
Fruit fruiting
Sleuths sleuthing
Got no strings,
I think with my dingaling - aling
Root - root for the rooting
Toot - toot for the tooting
I love my Mum and I love my Dad
The love I have and the love I've had
So much love it's driving me mad
Blood clotter
Slender tone
Say trés bon
Like a dingading dingadong - adong
Sound of the town
Gets a little louder
He saw and I saw my saw mine
If you're in this club
and you hear this sound
Come on everybody boogie down,
boogie down
Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
No feeling in your heart
...::: Good doctor :::...
R. Williams & J. Meehan
You alright, star
No star
You alright, star
No star
You alright star
No star
I don't feel proper
I went to the doctor
to get a prescription
I told him little fact
and lot of fiction
About a bad back that I ain't got
He tried to sell me faith healing
But I think not
I want Xanax, Vicadin and Oxycontain
Funky fill the form out
So I can drop 'em
I've got all these demons
And I can't stop 'em
To tell you the truth Doc
I might have a problem
Robert Williams take one Adderall
with water in the morning
As if I'm going to take one tablet
I'm Keith Moon, dickhead
He said this one's to take you up
(woah)
He said this one's to take you down
(woah)
When I take 'em I don't feel sound
And I look rather round
You alright, star
No star
You alright, star
No star
You alright star
Five star
I don't feel proper
You know what Doc,
it's alright and all
I just hurt me leg, it's not terminal
But a pain killer could help
for what's wrong with my knee
And I'm a little bit down
from too much tea
Got my own collection,
can't get an erection
If I take 'em too long
they'll fuck me complexion
That's right if I take 'em for
like more than four days in
a row I get that haunted look
Give me loads of pills
He said this one's to take you up
(woah)
He said this one's to take you down
(woah)
When I take 'em I don't feel sound
And I look rather round
You alright, star
No star
You alright, star
No star
You alright star
Five star
I don't feel proper
Now if you go to the barber
shop along enough then you're
gonna get a hair cut
And if go to the Doctors's regular,
then you gots to be a fuck up
Well I've got five or six if I'm a
a loss
Do I have a history of drug abuse,
no I never tick that box
And I know that one or two of you
are going to be really, really cross
But the drugs don't work
prescription pills are boss
The glory days are gone and
we've all stopped having it
No raves no more,
just bedside cabinets
Sleepers are great
but's don't start dabbing it
The world carries on spinning,
we're mad, innit
Take that, take that, innit
He said this one's to take you up
(woah)
He said this one's to take you down
(woah)
When I take 'em I don't feel sound
And I look rather round
You alright, star
No star
You alright, star
No star
You alright star
Five star
I don't feel proper
Know what Doc,
it's not like I've been doing
any research or anything
But if you can give me any of the
following pills I'de be very, very
grateful 'cause I feel poorly
So that's
Codeine
Morphine
Opium
Methadone
Menocrabedene
Hydroanoxycodeine
Anolodene
Buprenorphine
Butorphenol
Adderall
Dorel
Work with me, antidepressants
But not St. John's Wort
'Cause I can get that at Boots!
...:::
The actor :::...
R. Williams & B. Christy & C. Russo
Principle actors to the stage
please
Act one is about to begin
in eight seconds
First you can't act,
now you can't stop
What's my motivation
I used to like you a lot
I was the class nerd
Exactly who I'm supposed to be
I'm totally Strasberg
You play a doctor on TV,
What you're doing is so brave
Deep down you're dirty but you try
I'm a good person
The truth would break you so you lie
I want my work to matter
It's in the choices that you make
I want to inspire
No talent, just fate
I don't know where you begin
I end, we start again
They need, you love
We all watch the actor acting
The actor acting
Good from far but far from good
All I have is my instinct
You love to act,
I wish you would
Its not acting it's reacting
Act like you're not from out of space
When I'm on stage I feel alive
You know ambition isn't grace
For me it's the craft
Made of sex
Maida Vale
Would I do better in New York
You are the Alpha Male
I'm just too pretty for that role
You are the good, you are the great
The words have power
Now let me fill you with my hate
I don't know where you begin
I end, we start again
They need, you love
We all watch the actor acting
Monroe
Barrymore
Mansfield
Dame Judi Dench
Madonna
Ritchie
Streep
Close
Hepburn
Burt Reynolds
Niven
Danson
Bundy
Bardot
Joaquin
Swank
I don't know where you begin
I end, we start again
They need, you love
We all watch the actor acting
In the future
Everybody will be anonymous
for fifteen minutes
You are, we all are, a test card
The stars of CCTV
We are the nature of the Beast
...::: Never touch that switch :::...
K. Andrews & D. Spencer
Size of which is paradoxic,
the only way you're gonna stop this
In the vessel there's a switch in the
middle, you really shouldn't fiddle
'cause it's toxic
Listen up 'cause it's a red light,
and the pressure's blowing up tight
There's a schism in the time
mechanism, there's a schism
in the time mechanism
Never touch that switch,
even if you want to
You don't know what it can do
Never touch that switch,
even if you want to
You don't know what it can do
See the futures in the distance,
I know I'm facing some resistance
Getting back within the blink of
a bubble, time machine will never
give us any trouble
There's a riot down in Shelton,
only minutes after Brixton
But this city never made it on
the telly, or the rumble of the
nations underbelly
Never touch that switch,
even if you want to
You don't know what it can do
Never touch that switch,
even if you want to
You don't know what it can do
You know you're heading
for a meltdown,
And you're living in a tin town
Thinking that you're gonna be
somebody, living in the land
of milk and honey
Listen up 'cause it's a red light
and the futures blowing up tight
There's a schism in the time
mechanism, there's a schism
in the time mechanism
Never touch that switch,
even if you want to
You don't know what it can do
...::: Louise
:::...
J. Callis & P. Oakey & A. Wright
When he saw her
getting of the bus
It seemed to wipe away the years
Her face was older, just a little rough
But her eyes were still so clear
He drank his coffee
and he hurried out
Across before she walked away
Then he approached her
like a little child
Too scared for what he had to say
"Hello, Louise
Remember me?
Now should we part
Or stay awhile
As if we were still lovers"
She took a moment just to recognise
the man she'd known so well before
And as he started to apologise
Lose any bitterness she bore
She gently put her finger on his lips
To let him know she understood
And with her suitcase
standing on the floor
Embraced him like a lover would
He told Louise
"You look so good
It's just you see
You make me feel
As if we were still lovers"
It's not always true that
time heals all wounds
There are wounds that
you don't wanna heal
The memories of something
really good
Something truly real,
that you never found again
As if we were still lovers
And though they talked
for just a little time
Before she said she had to go
He saw the meeting as a tiny sign
That told him all he had to know
And so Louise
Waved from the bus
And as she left
She gave that smile
As if they were still lovers
It's not always true that
time heals all wounds
There are wounds that
you don't wanna heal
The memories of something
really good
Something truly real,
that I've never found again
...::: We're the Pet Shop Boys :::...
R. Williams & & K. Andrews & D. Spencer
Suburbia's a slipstream
to a memory
Of a time when you were
close to me
I pretend
I'm there again
I close my eyes and see
you
better than before
Then I feel you touch me
and it's 1984
I know what you will say
before you start
In my heart
We're the Pet Shop Boys
Every thought's a fashion
or a crime
And every boy is just
a waste of time
But I pretend
it was different then
Maybe it's a habit, maybe it's a sin
But I find out
when I try it on,
it crawls beneath my skin
Once it gets inside me
it won't go
Now I know
We're the Pet Shop Boys
Rent
Shopping
Being boring
It's alright
It's a sin
I'm not scared
In denial
I want a dog
I want a lover
Can you forgive her
Do I have to
What have I, what have I
What have I done to deserve this
What have I, what have I
What have I done to deserve this
We're the Pet Shop Boys
...::: Burslem normals :::...
R. Williams & & K. Andrews & D.
Spencer
In your face there's nowt left
They have defaced the marks
you left upon the wall
The writing's now not there at all
Can you stand what you stood for
Are you more normal than before
Goodbye to the Normals
Goodbye to the Normals
In your place there's just chavs
The kids aren't alright,
they know they're born today
Reaching out to feel te sun
At the time it seemed like fun
I was there when you got done
There for two weeks by the surf
We used to know what we were worth
Before the Normals fell to earth
Goodbye to the Normals
Goodbye to the Normals
Whatever happened to
the mere mortals crew
The fine young casuals
blew a fuse and
All the Burslem lads know
that they're all Dads
It meant so much to me,
it makes me sad
In your wake there's nowt left
...:::
Kiss me :::...
S. Duffy
In my young life I have received
Callers as though they were
Christmas Eve
I'm disappointed and I don't know why
She gave me laughter and hope
and a sock in the eye.
In my young life I know
something now
I've never tried to create a wow
Wows are few frustration
more common
Now I can feel it in my soul
That's why I gave the come on
Kiss me with your mouth
Your love is better than wine
Kiss me with your mouth
Your love is better than wine
But wine is all I have
Will your love ever be mine
Faces fall before my feet
Like blood onto a clean white sheet
When I grow old I won't forget
To innocence my only debt
Wow I feel so fresh today
Barefoot in the snow
to make love in the hay
The stars are bright in the abyss
Now I can feel you in my arms,
I explode inside your kiss
Kiss me with your mouth
Your love is better than wine
But wine is all I have
Will your love ever be mine
Kiss me with your mouth
Your love is better than wine
Kiss me with your mouth
Your love is better than wine
But wine is all I have
Will your love ever be mine
...:::
The 80's :::...
R. Williams & J. Meehan
I smoke Consulate and Park Drive
Drank Newcy Brown,
learned how to skive
Polo mints to hide my
breath from my Mum
Did a little weed 'cause it felt like fun
Did a little speed if
my friends had some
Nicked Volkswagon badges,
I'm a Beastie Boys son
Me so horny, me so young,
and I still get my washing done
Auntie Jo died of cancer,
God didn't have an answer
Rhythm was a dancer,
any room for a chancer
That's me in the corner, thanks Sir
Wore a Troop track suit,
British Knights shoes
Kangol hat like L.L. Cools
Before I was having it, having it large
They nicked the B.M.X.
from out my garage
And I knew it was Tire
from off the estate
'Cause every time I saw him
he smiled like we were mates
From then on in, I'd have to walk to
me Nan's and I'll dream my dreams
for a sea
of prams
Like a hooligan on the football
stands and I threw the V's
to Leeds and West Ham
And then I ran, I ran so far away
Down Scotia Road to a taxi bay
Then I ran again 'cause I couldn't pay
Young Muslim didn't get his
fare that day
I apologise today
Things look better when they start
That's how the 80's broke my heart
And who are you calling poof
You like Wham, man
I hate that stuff
And then my Granddad died
and left a hole in the family
And lots of women there to nanny me
School was a laugh,
they didn't have A.D.D
Thick was the term they used for me
Over and over, repeatedly,
over and over
Take my breathe away, pass the
bidley bidley bidley bidley bong
Pass it on the left hand side
Right turn, Clyde
That girl in the fourth year
got pregnant
She was raised Catholic, brilliant
I cried, she cried, we cried
Her youth died
Drank cider in the cemetery
The year above us had discovered 'E'
And I said it weren't for me
Twelve pounds fifty
I could rob my mum's purse
and buy one off Chalky
Met a girl on Monday,
drank fizzy pop on Tuesday
Fingered her on Wednesday,
and on Thursday and Friday,
and on Saturday
Dumped by Sunday
Things look better when they start
That's how the 80's broke my heart
The wonder years I've played my part
That's how the 80's broke my heart
I lost my virginity to a girl called
Anne-Marie
Well, she said she fancied me
And then she said "Fuck me"
and I thought fuck me
And I'm all talk and it'll
be over too quickly
And it was but I couldn't care less
I'd seen a girl's part,
made a mess on her dress
Oh yes, you're now rocking
with the best
Second person in my year
that had seen a breast
I'm in my 30s now
and I'm still impressed
Why the Falklands Mum,
and what have they done
Where do girls come, where do girls
come from, where do girls come from
It's the 80's what you looking at,
you mong
So young, so long, so young, so long
Too short, so long
What you looking at, you mong
Too short, so long, too short, so long
So long
...:::
The 90's :::...
R. Williams & A. Genn
Picking up the story
from where I left off
It's 1990 now so school can fuck off
I got no GCSEs,
nothing higher than a 'D'
I couldn't tell me Mum
because she'd batter me
Me and Tate sat on the bowling
green, life was a shitter
We had five quid between us
and bought us six cans of bitter
I took me ten Benson home
and I smoked through the sorrow
If I could just avoid me mum,
maybe I'd tell her tomorrow
I stumbled through the door
I said "Mum it's like this"
She said "That man's been on the
phone and you've made the list
You're in that boy band son,
come and give us a kiss"
Phoned up Martin and Rich
and carried on getting pissed
Boys I don't believe it,
I'm going to be famous
Pick you up in a Porsche
and buy you lots of trainers
I met the other guys,
one seemed like a cock
I think it's going to be like
New Kids On The Block
I can't be bothered 'cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I can't forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Baa baa baa, ba baa baa
Do you know who you are, baby
I only wanted to get down
I'm making trouble in this town
For the five of us
I adopted four brothers,
some I liked more than others
One was like a brother
from another mother
But the lead singer
made it hard to like him
And I still loved him,
despite him
The first three months,
you know I nearly quit
I played snooker with my dad,
he said "Don't be a dick
Unload the bullets,
you're mind is a gun
You're gonna shoot yourself
when they're number one"
I can't be bothered 'cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I can't forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Baa baa baa, ba baa baa
Do you know who you are, baby
I only wanted to get down
I'm making trouble in this town
For the five of us
Now it's dinner with Versace
lunch with princess Diana
And I'm gonna get battered
if I go out in my manor
'Cause as much as we were loved
we were also hated
the boys got jealous
'cause the girls got plated
And now we're famous and that,
and we're dancing and that
And I'm thinking I can sing
why am I stood at the back
So fuck the band
give me Sambuca and gak
We're all a bag of nerves
and not a band of brothers
I only wanted to get down
I'm making trouble in this town
For the five of us
And now it's breaking my heart
because the dream's turned to shit
It ain't broke but I'll
break it in a little bit
And I'm always in trouble
but I've stopped saying sorry
Everybody's worried
"What the fuck's wrong with Robbie
He not answering his phone,
he's not talking to me
I saw him on the telly
at Glastonbury"
And now I'm running away
from everything that I've been
And I'm pissed and I'm fucked,
and I'm only nineteen
I can't conform no more,
I can't perform no more
But the boys know I'm fucked
and so they show me the door
And if the truth be told
I wasn't fit enough to stay
So I put my head down
and walked away
That was the 90's,
90 to 95
I can't be bothered 'cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I can't forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Baa baa baa, ba baa baa
Do you know who you are, baby
...:::
Summertime :::...
R. Williams & A. Genn
This is how I pray in the summertime,
this is how I pray in the summer
Got my glass of shandy,
now I feel fine, this is how I pray, yeah
The more you say, the more you pray,
the less it's getting you down
The more you pray, the more you
stay, the less it's getting you down
Autumn time, leaves falling all around
Winter time follows suit
Little bunnies freezing in the snow
Winter’s such an ugly brute
Mid-city blues getting you down
Take a break from the strain
Get out your car,
drink a glass of wine
Admit it, you feel great
It’s the summertime
This is how I play in the summertime,
this is how i pray in the summer
Got my glass of shandy,
now I feel fine, this is how I pray, yeah
This is how I pray in the summertime,
this is how we play in the summer
Got my my glass of shandy,
now I feel fine, this is how I pray, yeah
And if your love has met
it’s sad refrain
Believe me, you will love again
All the best laid plans
of mice and men go wrong
You can hear it in this song
This is how I break for
the summertime,
this is how I play in the summer
What's mine is yours, yours is mine
This is how I pray, yeah, oh, yeah
You got the funky drummer in '89
This is how I play, yeah, oh, woah
The Mondays, The Roses
blocking all your noses
Wearing baggy clothes
In their buffalo poses
Bank tellers, dropping little fellas
Loved up in the clubs with
football thugs, no malice
I dig your dreadlocks,
buzzing off your socks
Big fish, little fish, cardboard box
So give me French-kiss, I love you
Voodoo Ray
I dream of Santa Ana
on the road to Mandalay
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
On my mind, on my mind
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
Summertime
When the weather is hot
In the summertime
On my mind
In the summertime
On my mind
I got shivers down my spine
On my mind
Happiness is surface light
On my mind
On my mind
...:::
Dickhead :::...
R. Williams & J. Meehan
This is "T" to the mother fucking
"Ofty"
What's you're problem, dickhead
Don't kick my dog, dickhead
Don't beep at me, dickhead
Why d'you mug me off in my car, dickhead
Why you disrespecting my bro, dickhead
There's a dickhead in you're mouth
A dickhead on parade
Do not have kids
Don't want dickheads to be made, dickhead
Why you disrespecting my bro, dickhead
Why d'you piss me off in first class, dickhead
I'm not sitting here to be treated like a dickhead
Bumba Clart, kin' Raas Clart
Where's the chorus, dickhead
(Dickhead) Give me my lines
Isn't it lovely, that we can still be good friends
They say you've gone off me, don't be so sloppy, baby
Isn't it lovely, that we could still be good friends
I know you still want me, because I'm so lovely, baby
If you diss me you'll sell copy, dickhead
What d'you expect, dickhead
Radiohead, dickhead
This is pop, dickhead
Size tens, dickhead
Break you're shins, dickhead
My security are a viscious crew
They'll kick fuck out of you
Only if I ask them to, but
They'll kick fuck out of you
You're going home in a Stafordshire Ambulance
I wasn't looking at your bird, dickhead
She was looking at me, dickhead
Who do I think I am, dickhead
Who the fuck are you, dickhead
You must have me confused
With someone who gives a shit
I've found the dickhead of the year
And you are fucking it, dickhead
Where's the chorus?
No chorus? Dickhead!
Isn't it lovely, that we can still be good friends
They say you've gone off me, don't be so sloppy, baby
Isn't it lovely, that we could still be good friends
I know you still want me, because I'm so lovely, baby
(This is "T" to the mother fucking "Ofty"
That's right, I'm Tofty
"T" to the mother fucking "Ofty"
That's right, I'm Tofty)
I've got a bucket of shit, ohh yeah
I got a bucket of shit
I got a bucket of shit, ohh yeah
I got a bucket of shit
No horse shit, cow shit, dog shit, no real shit
I got a bucket of shit, ohh yeah
I got a bucket of shit
I got a bucket of shit, ohh yeah
I got a bucket of shit
Not dog shit, cow shit, horse shit, real shit
(Can we do it again)
Why d'you cut me up in my car, dickhead
Why d'you say bad things 'bout my bra dickhead
I've got nothing for you, dickhead
Go to bed, dickhead
Don't wake up, dickhead
Who gives a fuck, dickhead
No one gives a fuck about you
'Cause you're a dickhead true
See your mate over there in the corner,
he's a dickhead too, like you, dickhead
Isn't it lovely, that we can still be good friends
They say you've gone off me, don't be so sloppy, baby
Isn't it lovely, that we could still be good friends
I know you still want me, 'cause I'm so lovely, baby
Isn't it lovely
(I'd say you are
There's one out every night
It's not one, just like
All do it and they're buggers
I know you're calling it lahlahlahlah
You sound like Snoopy
A rugged Snoopy, woahhhhoooo)
Isn't it lovely
(You dickheads are spoiling it
For t it's like us)
Baby
Dickhead