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One Step Beyond...
Hey you, don’t watch that . Watch this! . This is the heavy heavy monster
sound . The nuttiest sound around . So if you’ve come in off the street .
And you’re beginning to feel the heat . Well listen buster . You better start
to move your feet . To the rockinest, rock-steady beat . Of madness . One
step beyond!
My Girl
My girl’s mad at me . I didn’t wanna see the film tonight . I found it hard to say . She thought I’d had enough of her . Why can’t she see . She’s lovely to me? . But I like to stay in . And watch t.v. on my own . Every now and then . My girl’s mad at me . Been on the telephone for an hour . We hardly said a word . I tried and tried but I could not be heard . Why can’t I explain? . Why do I feel this pain? . ‘Cause everything I say . She doesn’t understand . She doesn’t realise . She takes it all the wrong way . My girl’s mad at me . We argued just the other night . I thought we’d got it straight . We talked and talked until it was light . I thought we’d agreed . I thought we’d talked it out . Now when I try to speak . She says that I don’t care . She says I’m unaware . And now she says I’m weak
Night Boat to Cairo
Night Boat To Cairo!! . It’s just gone noon . Half past monsoon . On the banks of the river Nile . Here comes the boat . Only half-afloat . Oarsman grins a toothless smile . Only just one more . To this desolate shore . Last boat along the river Nile . Doesn’t seem to care . No more wind in his hair . As he reaches his last half mile . The oar snaps in his hand . Before he reaches dry land . But the sound doesn’t deafen his smile . Just pokes at wet sand . With an oar in his hand . Floats off down the river Nile . Floats off down the river Nile
Believe Me
Everything that I tell you, girl, every word that you hear . Every little whisper,
let me make myself clear . There ain’t no lies to deceive you, I love you
too much for that . Every word that I say is true, you can believe me on
that . My friends tell me jealous lies . Now I’m getting my goodbyes . Life
without you, my dear . Was dull, as dull as can be . I ask you, my love, why
not take me now . Not to leave me in misery . If you take in all they say, . I
guess I’ll be on my way . Please, my darling, it’s not true . I don’t know this
girl called Sue . Sue’s a name I have not heard . I lost my girl from that one
word . Will she come back, I just don’t know . And I’m takin’ a heavy blow,
oh . I’ve got myself together . I can’t go on in this cold weather . Christmas
comes but once a year . It’s a time of love and cheer . Your friends tell you
jealous lies . Now I’m getting my goodbyes . No no no no, no no no no .
No no no no, no no no no
Land of Hope & Glory
What’s the time? . I was trying to get some sleep . Attention . Bridges, Shorty,
Nutty . Jackson, Thompson, Mother . As you can see we’ve got a new recruit . To
this land of hope and glory . Hands behind backs and legs apart . And tell us all a
story . Who me, sir? . Yes, you, sir . I was an innocent man till someone grassed
me of a plan . Of earning some big a money . If I hadn’t mouthed it about, I am sure
without doubt . I’d have missed this land of hope and glory . Well, you poor poor
sod . Here you’re up sharp at six thirty . A cold shower down to breakfast . Can’t
have you looking dirty . I suggest you eat what’s given you . Even if it doesn’t agree
with you . ‘Cos it’s all you’re be getting up until twelve thirty . In between this time
you stay up in your room . And you can dream about life, good things . Two years
of me teen age life . Given to this stand to attention life . Of land, of hope and glory
. I was getting so bored, then time drags by . I think I’ll do something dirty . I pick
at the floor for juicy butts . And I’ll make me self a smoke . A bog roll and envelope
stick it . All this helps to pass my time . As the evening drags on, you can watch
a little telly . Or dance with pans people with a little bit of belly . Pass yourself cold
with a hint of yesterdays . Don’t complain, learn the game . And I’ll get through
another day . I was sitting there on the clock at long last it’s nine thirty . Off to bed,
straight to sleep . As I leave this land of hope and glory . But only for a few seconds
am I in ecstasy . Before the bell rings to let me know, sharp at six thirty . A the, a
two, a six, a ta . Quiet, come on you lot, come on, lights out
The Prince
Buster, he sold the heat . With a rock-steady beat . An earthquake is erupting . But not in Orange street . A ghost-dance is preparing . You got to help us with your feet . If you’re not in the mood to dance . Step back, grab yourself a seat . This may not be uptown Jamaica . But we promise you a treat . Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance . Shuffle me off my feet . Even though I’ll keep on runnin’ . I’ll never get to Orange street . So I set it up myself to say . For the man who set the beat . So I’ll leave it up to you out there . To get him back on his feet . Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance . Shuffle me off my feet . Even though I’ll keep on runnin’ . I’ll never get to Orange street . Bring back the . Who is the . We want the . Bring back the Prince...aahh!
Tarzan's Nuts
Hey you seen Jane? . No man, ok I’ll catch the train . Can you wait a long time? . No, we gotta catch a flight . Well, that’s roots man . No man it’s a fruit . So give my stone, I’ll save it for tonight
In the Middle of the night
Nice man George, newsagent on the corner, . Not very rich, but never any poorer, . Jaunty old George, a happy sixty-three, . Not very tall, but healthier than me. . He whistles timeless tunes as he saunters down the street, . Springs in his legs and elastic in his feet. . But in the middle of the night, . He steals through your garden, . Gives your hosiery a fright, . And doesn’t say pardon . As soft as a breeze, With an arm full of underwear, . On his hands and knees . Dreams about the knicker scare . Hello there George, newsagent on the corner . How’s the old car, yes the climate’s getting warmer . Chatty old George as you get your morning paper . Read about the knicker thief, underwear taker . Bids you ‘Good day’, as you wander out the door . Never closes early, always cleans the floor . But when darkness hits the town . And there’s washing on your line . Get your knickers down . Before the dreaded sign . When the clock strikes eight . And you’re snuggled up in bed . He’ll be at the garden gate . Filling underwear with dread . Nice man George, newsagent on the corner . He was closed today, maybe gone to mow the lawn . I had to go further down the road to get me current bun . Hello - Isn’t that George on page one ? . No it couldn’t be, but yes it is . Difficult to see from these photofits . But they are after him . Of that you can be sure . They’ve called him on the phone . They’ve knocked on his door . But he’s gone away . Gone to stay with some mates . He got the papers early . And saw his own face.
Bed & Breakfast man
Well there’s a man I know . At least I used to years ago . I didn’t really mind .
He used to come ‘round all the time . Of course he had to be fed . I had to give
him a bed . He used to kip on my sofa . They used to call him a loafer . I’ve
heard he’s changed . A lot since then . But some of his ways . He just can’t
mend . Told the other day . That he’d offered to pay . He didn’t like his dad .
He earned all he ever had . He didn’t have no shame . He was a master at his
game . He never showed his hand . He was the bed and breakfast man . He
was, he was the bed and breakfast man...
Razor Blade Alley
Oooo I didnt talk too much, in fact not at all . but to ask for the price, I was
to be no fool . Moneys no time to waste, or to shoot up the wall . You’ve
got The know how, the place, Teacher take me to your School . She led
the way from the alley back to her house . Must not be seen going in must
not be seen coming Out . She said I looked mighty but thin . She told me
‘im gonna give you a second helping’ . Oooo Razor Blade Alley, I’ve been
there . Razor Blade Alley neither of us cared . It was the prime time, but
the wrong place . It was my first time, and I hope my last taste . I’m just to
shy to check in, but this pain of pissing razors is cutting in . Oooh Felt like
a Knight without shining armour on at the time . She thought she was in a
dream, floating up on cloud nine . Now I awake . She is nowhere . But the
razor cuts deeper everywhere.
rOCKIN' IN A
I used to work nights with my dad . It was the best job I ever had . Until them blokes on their bikes came through . Said “Come on down to youth, brother, see what’s new” . Well come on, come on, come on, let’s have some fun tonight . Went to the dance like they said I should . It cost me a bob, but it was quite good . The band were jumpin’ and a-jivin’ around . Their 20 Watt amps really made a sound . Well come on, come on, come on, let’s have some fun tonight . Well, I’ll have a cup of tea and then I’ll change me name . And I’ll put my records o-ah-o-ah-on . Till all the geezers in the flat complain . “Wish that rockstar bloke was gone” is the moan . Let’s have some fun tonight . Sold all my records and I bought a bike . I found some blokes who would do what I like . I saw the rigger who ran the hall . He said we can rehearse there any time at all . Well come on, come on, come on, let’s have some fun tonight . We’re really rocking now, I’ve got a bird . She says we are the best band she’s ever heard . I’ve got a bike and I’m having a time . But my mum keeps saying “Rock ‘n’ roll’s a crime!” . Well come on, come on, come on, let’s have some fun tonight . (All right, all night!) . Well come on, come on, come on, let’s have some fun tonight
mUMMY'S BOY
(Oy !) in the pub, about seven thirty . Mother makes sure that his face ain’t dirty . Him and mother go everywhere . Holds her hand without a care . Lived with mother for fourty years . The neighbourhood said that he must be queer . Normal folk a-just don’t like that . Glad he can’t hear behind his back . When mother dies, he will have a cry . ‘cos he’ll be on his own . He’s frightened stiff, would he come to this? . Will he lose her to the heavenly home? . In the pub, about seven thirty . Mother makes sure that his face ain’t dirty . Him and mother go everywhere . Holds her hand without a care . Lived with mother for fourty years . The neighbourhood said that he must be queer . Normal folk a-just don’t like that . Glad he can’t hear behind his back . When mother dies, he’ll have a cry . ‘cos he’ll be on his own . He’s frightened stiff, would he come to this? . Will he lose her to the heavenly home? . Once went out with a London girl . Dirty weekend in a hotel . Broke it off when she got shirty . She was twelve and he was thirty . Right after that he was bedsore . He wouldn’t go out with girls no more . From that day since, he never has . He wants to do a-something dirty
mADNESS
Madness, madness, they call it madness . Madness, madness, they call
it madness . It’s plain to see . That is what they mean to me . Madness,
madness, they call it gladness, ha-ha . Madness, madness, they call it
madness . Madness, madness, they call it madness . I’m about to explain
a-That someone is losing their brain . Hey, madness, madness, I call it
gladness, yee-ha-ha-ha . Propaganda ministers . Propaganda ministers
I’ve a-got a heavy due . I’m gonna walk all over you . ‘Cause . Madness,
madness, they call it madness . Well if this is madness . Then I know I’m
filled with gladness . It’s gonna be rougher . It’s gonna be tougher, pa-da-
da, pa-da-da . And I won’t be the one who’s gonna suffer . Oh no, I won’t
be the one who’s gonna suffer . You are gonna be the one, a-you...
cHIPMUNKS ARE GO!
One, two, three, four . ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR . We’re the Chipmunks, hear us roar . WE’RE THE CHIPMUNKS, HEAR US ROAR . Sound off, CHIPMUNKS . Sound off, CHIPMUNKS . One, two, three, four . ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR . One, two, three, four . ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR . One, two, THREE, FOUR . D’you have a good time tonight boys? . YEP, WE SURE DID . Do you think the time is right, boys? . YEP, WE SURE DO . Sound off, CHIPMUNKS . Sound off, CHIPMUNKS . One, two, three, four . ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR . One, two, three, four . ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR . One, two, THREE, FOUR . Chipmunks are go!