The Beautiful South Unreleased Songs

1.What You See Is What You Get

Lyricist：G. Brooks, M.d. Sanders

Some people are made of plastic
You know some people are made of wood
Some people have hearts of stone
You know some people are up to no good

But baby, I'm for real, I'm as real as real can get
If what you're lookin' for is real love then
What you see is what you get

What you see
(What you see)
Is what you get now
(Is what you get)

What you see
(What you see)
Is what you get now
(Is what you get)

Honey, what you see is what you get
And if you've found the real thing
It's the best thing yet

Some people are made of lies
Breed them to shame your name
But baby, I have good intentions

But baby, I'm for real, I'm as real as real can get
If what you're lookin' for is real love then
What you see is what you get

What you see
(What you see)
Is what you get now
(Is what you get)

What you see
(What you see)
Is what you get now
(Is what you get)

Honey, what you see is what you get
And if you've found the real thing
It's the best thing yet

But baby, I'm for real, I'm as real as real can get
If what you're lookin' for is real love then
What you see is what you get

What you see
(What you see)
Is what you get now
(Is what you get)

What you see
(What you see)
Is what you get now
(Is what you get)

Honey, what you see is what you get
And if you've found the real thing
It's the best thing yet


2.Love Is

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

Ooh, you care, you really, really care
From the first twelve inch made to the color of my underwear
And ooh, you know, you really, really know
Inside, outside in, from head to toe

But where were you in the colder days？
I'd like to know, I'd like to know
And where will you be in years to come？
I'd like to know, I'd like to know

So don't beg and don't plead
You can't have the heart you made bleed
You're in love with fame
So whilst we love, please don't scream my name

Don't scream my name, don't scream my name
Don't scream my name

You're my friends, my only real friends
But I'd like to know where you'll be when the party ends
I remember your face, the dance was slow
Easy by 'The Commodores' and you said no

But where were you in colder days？
I'd like to know, I'd like to know
And where will you be in years to come？
I'd like to know, I'd like to know

So don't beg and don't plead
You can't have the heart you made bleed
You're in love with fame
So whilst we love, please don't scream my name

Don't scream my name, don't scream my name
Don't scream my name, don't scream my name
Don't scream my name

So here's an invitation to this caring nation
Twenty five years from now, will you come to my cremation？

Sherry or beer, family and friends
Will you be there？ Will you be there？
No fame, no fortune, no name in lights
Will you be there？ Will you be there？

(Don't scream my name)
So here's an invitation to this caring nation
Twenty five years from now, will you come to my cremation？
(Don't scream my name)

Sherry or beer, family and friends
Will you be there？ Will you be there？
(Don't scream my name)
No fame, no fortune, no name in lights
Will you be there？ Will you be there？
(Don't scream my name)

So here's an invitation to this caring nation
(Don't scream my name)
Twenty five years from now, will you come to my cremation？
(Don't scream my name)

Sherry or beer, family and friends
(Don't scream my name)
Will you be there？ Will you be there？
(Don't scream my name)
No fame, no fortune, no name in lights
(Don't scream my name)
Will you be there？ Will you be there？ Will you be there？

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah

She loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah

I love me, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love me, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love me, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


3.Have You Ever Been Away？

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

Your fight them on the beaches
Speeches make me despair
'Cause if there's one thing we can guarantee
Is you will not he there

Tidying your room
Making up your bed
And if your diary's full that week
You'll send us lot instead

Send us lot instead
Put a poppy by my lovers bed
We believe you when you say
You've hurt your back

Have you ever been away
Where were you when we took Calais？
I don't know, I don't care
I'm just glad that I wasn't there
You don't know, you don't care
You're just glad that you wasn't there

I don't know, I don't care
(Have you ever been away？)
I'm just glad that I wasn't there

I'm afraid your Rule Britannia mania
Doesn't ring so true
If I was captain of the waves
I'd turn the gun on you

Any last requests
Before you join dead？
I'll crap into your Union Jack
And wrap it 'round your head

Wrap it 'round your head
Take a look at all the blood we've shed
We'll believe you when you say
It was worth it

Have you ever been away
Where were you when we took Calais？
I don't know, I don't care
I'm just glad that I wasn't there
You don't know, you don't care
You're just glad that you wasn't there

I don't know, I don't care
(Have you ever been away？)
I'm just glad that I wasn't there

Liberate the streets of Europe
Give our kids a chance
Give them Beaujolais by tap
And cheap day trips to France

But you have never seen or smelt
This ungodly death
It's like the stench of roasted lamb
Upon your father's breath

I don't know, I don't care
I'm just glad that I wasn't there
You don't know, you don't care
You're just glad that you wasn't there

I don't know, I don't care
(Have you ever been away？)
I'm just glad that I wasn't there
I don't know, I don't care
(Have you ever been away？)
I'm just glad that I wasn't there

I don't know, I don't care
I'm just glad that I wasn't there
I don't know, I don't care
I'm just glad that I wasn't there

I don't know, I don't care
I'm just glad that I wasn't there
I don't know, I don't care
I'm just glad that

You don't know, you don't care
You're just glad that you wasn't there
I don't know, I don't care
I'm just glad that I wasn't there

You don't know, you don't care
You're just glad that you wasn't there
I don't know, I don't care
I'm just glad that I wasn't there


4.You Play The Glockenspiel, I'll Play Drums

Beautiful South
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You Play The Glockenspiel, I'll Play Drums
There's a boy with a brace across his teeth
White socks, tattooed underneath
Bus tickets chitched up in his palm
Stood there he's spinning a yarn

There's a girl with a plastic pair of shoes
Two eyes permanently bruised
Can't find the time to be alarmed
Just stood spinning a yarn

Just take your time
It'll work out fine
It'll do no harm
To spin your yarn

You do English
I'll do sums
You break fingers
I'll break thumbs
You play Dads
And I'll play Mums
You play Glockenspiel
And I'll play drums

My name is Derek from then den
I deal in shillings and in pence
I'll get you amy deal you like
Ten sweets for a mountain bike you like

My name is Mandy from the yard
I deal in crazy tarot cards
I'll tell you what the future brings
One cat and a dog that sings

You do English
I'll do sums
You break fingers
I'll break thumbs
You play Dads
And I'll play Mums
You play Glockenspiel
And I'll play drums

Just take your time
It'll work out fine
It'll do no harm
To spin your yarn

You do English
I'll do sums
You break fingers
I'll break thumbs
You play Dads
And I'll play Mums
You play Glockenspiel
And I'll play drums


5.I Love You

Beautiful South
Miscellaneous
I Love You
Birds are singing in the trees
As we rise up on a beautiful morning
But I can't hear that beautiful sound
Because I'm permanently yawning

What about the time of the fancy dress？
When you came dressed as your mum
And there I was splendid in my penguin suit
So scared to show my bill

You must have been listening to your carousel
Your carousel, that carousel

Remember the time
When I turned the house into a rocket ship
And you refused to come to Mars
You said 'It's too far'
You had to be back by six to watch your Carousel
Saturn's much too far
You had to watch Carousel (what's going on in there？)

When we first met
I asked for your hand
I didn't really mean that hand
I meant join hands
Bake phallic cake (bake phallic cake)
Carry 'round sticky tape
And love those devil dogs
Be an Indian elephant (be an Indian elephant)
Bait straight people
But you must have missed my wink
You must have missed my wink

(I love you
But you're boring, you know
I really do love you
But you're so particularly boring)

Maybe you were too busy listening to Carousel
Watching Carousel, living Carousel
You were listening to Carousel
You were watching Carousel


6.Size

Do not think of me alive do not think of me as dead
Get that thought right out of your head
Fifty times you told me so to satisfy
I must grow but all you did was pull or blow

If size isn't everything and I'm half his size
How come it's him who gets to keep the prize
But you fuck long and you fuck slow
But you fuck like a walrus smoking blow
I'm too ashamed to scream your name
Well I don't feel hard and I don't feel lame
Never proud and never ashamed
But this bed's too big for the both of us

If size isn't everything well I'll slap my thighs
But there won't be parting and there won't be cries
If size isn't everything then try this size
Turn off the lights and bring a torch

Oh my heart's in the right place
My heart's in the right place
My heart's in the right place
My heart's in the right place
And my heart's twice the size of his arse

So if size isn't everything then try this size
Turn off the lights and bring a torch
And if size isn't everything and I'm half his size
How come it's him who gets to keep the prize
How come it's him who gets to keep the prize

How come it's him who gets to keep the prize


7.Virgin

And I think that I wish I was virgin
And I smile and I think of you
And my first, very first entry
Clumsy and romantic
My special mix in you
Clumsy like the first step
Clumsy like the first conker off the tree
And romantic, like the wind that cuts your hair
And romantic, like the glass that holds your drink
Clumsy and romantic
My special mix in you

And I think that I wish I was young
And I smile and I think of you
And my first, very first true kiss
Defensive and so coy
Defensive like the jacket that holds your weight
Defensive like the hat that holds you hair
And coy like the first kiss, the kiss that first made you coy
And coy like the tears, the tears that made you coy

So gentle, so gentle it made you strong
It made you strong, like the first kiss
Clumsy and romantic, so gentle it made you strong
Clumsy and romantic, the kiss that made you strong


8.The Gates

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Woman goes to heaven, it's not important when
'Cause as soon as she arrives God has to send her down again
â½You've got an extra five years to clean up after menâ
â½I mean no disrespect God, but you better make it tenâ

Well if heaven's an improvement I won't mind the extra squeeze
I've got a few more birds down there, after losing bees
Trying to lose their bees

So don't be shocked who queue-jumps
Or who just calmly waits
A certain type of behavior
The guest list just creates

No time for lively discussion
No time for televised debates
The well-meaning soon become well meant
It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates

Alcoholic finds himself outside the pearly gates
I've only got one worry God, a few outstanding slates
Any tab you used to have been passed to so called mates
And after they've paid-up they're off to the land of empty
crates

Heaven is a glass, neither half empty nor half full
So do us all a favor God and give that thing a pull
Give that thing a pull

So don't be shocked who queue-jumps
Or who just calmly waits
A certain type of behavior
The guest list just creates

No time for lively discussion
No time for televised debates
The well-meaning soon become the well meant
It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates

Model turns up hours late, he had to get it right
If you're gonna look cool in heaven wear something more than
white
Vanity's close to arrogance, just slightly more polite
Fashion show a jumble sale at a slightly different height
At a slightly different height

So don't be shocked who queue-jumps
Or who just calmly waits
A certain type of behavior
The guest list just creates

No time for lively discussion
No time for televised debates
The well-meaning soon become the well meant
It's the hard sell or hell at the gates, the gates
The gates, the gates


9.Living Thing

Lyricist：Jeff Lynne

Sailin' away on the crest of a wave
It's like magic
Rollin' and ridin' and slippin' and sliding
It's magic

And you, and your sweet desire
You took me, oh, woah, higher and higher, baby

It's a livin' thing
It's a terrible thing to lose
It's a given thing
What a terrible thing to lose

We're making believe, this is what you've conceived
From your worst day, I'm takin' a dive
Oh, moving in line when you look back in time
To the first day, I'm taken, I'm taken

And you and your sweet desire
You took me, oh, woah, higher and higher, baby

It's a living thing
It's a terrible thing to lose
It's a given thing
What a terrible thing to lose

Takin' a dive 'cause you can't halt the slide
Floating downstream, I'm takin' a dive
Oh, so let her go don't start spoiling the show
It's a bad dream, I'm taken, I'm taken

And you and your sweet desire
You took me, oh, woah, higher and higher, baby

It's a livin' thing
It's a terrible thing to lose
It's a given thing
What a terrible thing to lose

It's a livin' thing
It's a terrible thing to lose
It's a terrible thing to lose
What a terrible thing to lose


10.When Romance Is Dead

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

You'll know when romance is dead
Your make up in a toolbox somewhere in the shed
His face is unshaven, the grass overgrown
From the shed to the bed is a web you call home

You'll know when romance is dead
That deathly cold blast from his side of the bed
Your dreams frozen over, your nightmares on ice
From the bedroom to the bathroom you say everything twice
(Everything twice)

And you'll know when romance is dead
You'll burst into tears at each record that's played
He sits in the sun, you sulk in the shade
You'll know when love starts to fade

You'll know when romance is dead
From the brambles and thorns growing out of your head
Whenever you touch her she tuts or she sighs
One kiss goodnight and she's rolling her eyes

And you'll know when love starts to fade
That balancing act is no longer made
Like penny stacked high in amusement arcade
It's not what you're worth it's the way that you're laid
Yes you'll know when love starts to fade

Like you knew when romance was alive
Each couple you passed they'd smile and high five
Like you'll know when love's back on track
Uncontrollable laugh at each joke that you crack

Giggle and cackle and throw her head back
Her mouth is still smiling, her veins turning black
Her head is elastic but her neck is all slack

You'll know when love's on the rocks
You wearing headphones, him vest and socks
You'll know when love's on the slide
Whenever you're talking, the kids go outside

You'll know when romance is dead
When the look that you get is as hard as the bread
You open your mouth but your stories are stale
From front door to back door it's blowing a gale
You'll know when love starts to fade


11.Dream A Little Dream

Lyricist：Fabian Andre, Gus Kahn, Wilbur Schwandt

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave our worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave our worries far behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams our worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams


12.Let Go With The Flow

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

The super fly guy that you're courtin' now
Used to be a super-swot
And the clothes he thinks look retro
Are more 'Land That Time Forgot'

And if he knows where he was standin'
When J.F.K was shot
Chances are though time's passed him by
He's still standing within yards of that spot

So if your hangover feels like the dart board
Whilst the Christians hit bulls-eye
And paranoia that self-employer
Is following in heavy disguise

Off goes intelligence to join high tide
To drift with all the things we let go
Only tidal wave could possibly save
All we let go with the flow

Let go with the flow
Books we may have written, we don't know
Let go with the flow
Some enchanted city we won't go

He who used to float like a butterfly once
Is floatin' like a glorious moth
And the fly girls you hung around with then
Are lucky if they even take off

Dresses and skirts you thought were in
Everyone a dust-rag or dishcloth
Like every flat beer that they serve around here
We all start life as fabulous froth

So why do you work yourself that hard
When you don't even like the job？
Why do you hate the small-time thief
When it's your own time, you'll always rob？

Off goes intelligence to join high tide
To drift with all the things we let go
Only tidal wave could possibly save
All we let go with the flow

Let go with the flow
Books we may have written, we don't know
Let go with the flow
Some enchanted city we won't go

Let go with the flow
Books we may have written, we don't know
Let go with the flow
Some enchanted city we won't go


13.Good as Gold (Stupid as Mud)

Lyricist：Heaton, Rotheray

Don't know what I'm doing here
I'll carry on regardless
Got enough money for one more beer
I'll carry on regardless

Good as gold but stupid as mud
He'll carry on regardless
They'll bleed his heart 'til there's no more blood
But carry on regardless

Carry on with laugh
Carry on with cry
Carry on with brown under moonlit sky

I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life I want it in this, I want it in this

Got one note to last all week
I'll carry on regardless
The hill to happiness is far too steep
I'll carry on regardless

Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun
He carried on regardless
Turned to smile and he bit his tongue
But carried on regardless

Carry on with work
Carry on with love
Carry on with cheering
Anything above

I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life I'll have it in this, I'll have it in this

I don't want silver, I just want gold
Carry on regardless
Bronze is for the sick and the old
But carry on regardless

I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life I'll have it in this, I'll have it in this


14.There Is Song

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

There's a bench in every park dedicated to
Those who sat there once but didn't make it through
There are names carved deep in bark on every tree
By those who spent their time like you and me

And wherever geography may place you now
There's a piece of history all folk carry around
Whatever your situation, whatever it may allow
There's an even larger piece in every lost and found

There is song, there's always a song
Wherever there's perfection there's a wrong
There's always song but a broken bond
And an unkissed frog in every village pond

There's a name that we graffiti'd up on a wall
To the folks who live there now, makes no sense at all
And in every underpass, on every street
A promise someone made but couldn't keep

A tiny piece of chalk in every coat
In every film the smallest lump in throat
In every song you've sung in every novel read
That unkissed love will rear, rear its head

There is song, there's always song
Wherever there's a right there's always wrong
There's always a song but a broken bond
And an unkissed frog in every village pond


15.Rotterdam (Or Anywhere)

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

And the women tug their hair
Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out
And all the men are gargoyles
Dipped long in Irish stout

The whole place is pickled
The people are pickles for sure
And no one knows if they've done more here
Than they ever would do in a jar

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone
Anywhere alone

And everyone is blonde
And everyone is beautiful
And when blondes and beautiful are multiple
They become so dull and dutiful

And when faced with dull and dutiful
They fire red warning flares
Battle khaki personality
With red underwear

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone
Anywhere alone

The whole place is pickled
The people are pickles for sure
And no one knows if they've done more here
Than they ever would do in a jar

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere
Anywhere alone
Anywhere alone

Anywhere alone
Anywhere alone
Anywhere alone, alone, alone

This could be Rotterdam or anywhere
Liverpool or Rome
'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere alone
Alone, alone


16.Life Vs. The Lifeless

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

When was the last time you felt so happy
You had to give yourself a good pinch
When did you ever fail one of life's highs
Without using stepladder or winch

That's why the lifeless crave the past
'Cause when they're flogged, stoned, lynched
They can watch the living fizzle out to naught
Without even moving one inch

That's what keeps you alive
The thought of undeserved death
That's why cynics deep-sea dive
Just to watch someone healthy lose breath

That's what really makes you tick
When the fearless are stopped in their tracks
Optimism looks up counts the stars
Pessimism looks down and counts cracks

The Monday morning moaners club
That meet every week on park bench
At least they've earned their grumble stripes
When they fought tooth and nail in the trench

If you ever sat down in one place too long
They'd need a fork-lift truck and a wrench
Indecision drip feeds modesty
But apathy fails even to quench

That's what keeps you alive
The thought of undeserved death
That's why cynics deep-sea dive
Just to watch someone healthy lose breath

That's what really makes you tick
When the fearless are stopped in their tracks
Optimism looks up counts the stars
Pessimism looks down and counts cracks

And even when it's every man for himself
You still like to stick with the bunch
You'd rather tag along at the back of the crowd
To risk anything on a hunch

That's what keeps you alive
The thought of undeserved death
That's why cynics deep-sea dive
Just to watch someone healthy lose breath

That's what really makes you tick
When the fearless are stopped in their tracks
Optimism looks up counts the stars
Pessimism looks down and counts cracks

That's what keeps you alive


17.Valentine

Lyricist：Willie Nelson

Valentine
Won't you be my valentine？
And introduce your heart to mine
And be my valentine

Summertime
We could run and play like summertime
With storybooks and nursery rhymes
So be my valentine

Candy heart
If anyone could, you could have a candy heart
You're the sweetest of all sweethearts
Won't you give your heart to me？ Can't you see？

I love you valentine
Won't you be my valentine？
And won't you share your space with mine
And be my valentine

Candy heart
If anyone could, you could have a candy heart
You're the sweetest of all sweethearts
Won't you give your heart to me？ Can't you see？

I love you valentine
Won't you be my valentine？
And introduce your heart to mine
And be my valentine

Valentine
Valentine
And be my valentine


18.Chicken Wings

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

Well, I always knew
You'd take the crutches and not the skis

Always knew you'd take the stilts and then your knees
When God gave you the sky, I knew you'd take the trees
Son, you've grown those chicken wings, you just can't fly

They anchored our dream yacht to ocean bed
Chained our ideal home to bicycle shed
Clamped our racing car before we sat in driver's seat
Tied our shooting stars and wrapped them round a tree

We could've courted Einstein, could've courted Marx
We could've gone for strolls like other families do in parks
Son, you were born a dud in a family without sparks
Yes, you've got those chicken wings, you just can't fly

The chequered flag that losers despise
Never flew in our port or harbored in our eyes
'Cause we always formed that queue for second prize
This family's got those chicken wings, we just can't fly

Our winning tickets ripped up into shreds
The tale of this family is its heads
We're bouncing on a pogo stick without any springs
It hurts me to admit this but we've got those chicken wings

Yes, you've got those chicken wings and all the luggage
That the failure brings is a swallow flying high that sings
Look he's got those chicken wings, he may as well die


19.Get Here

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Head over heels is fine
Unless you're in stilettos
Love knows no boundaries
Unless your in one of love's ghettos

Love climb every mountain high
But some of us are stuck in a cell
All you need is love, love, love
And a bloody good tunnel as well

You could get here by aeroplane or boat
Not unreasonable demands
But I could save myself the price of a ticket
If I didn't let go of your hands

Never mind killing me getting there
But somebody has to make plans
First embrace shoots you into space
And doesn't give a damn where it lands

Why not take a chance on love？
Even at hundred to one
If we promise that we'll never let love die
Within a week one of us'll be gone

Love sure makes the world go round
And takes you for a hell of a ride
But I don't wanna waste time searching for love
When it's already stood at my side

Love will make you blind to the truth
Romantic novels all tell
So I'll spend a little time romancing by myself
But that turned me blind as well

You can get here by crossing sea or desert
I can barely make Blackpool Sands
Railroad, caravan, save it for the mad man
Lets see if love just stands

Never mind killing me getting there
But somebody has to make plans
First embrace shoots you into space
And doesn't give a damn where it lands

Why not take a chance on love？
Even at a hundred to one
If we promise that we'll never let love die
Then within a week one of us'll be gone

Does the length of journey your heart makes
Really provide any proof？
All it really proves is love never moves
When it's right there under your roof

My heart is in the right place
Then what's the point in making that trip
Stay right here with your hand on my heart
See how often you cause it to skip

See how often you cause it to skip
See how often you cause it to skip


20.Masculine Eclipse

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

That grand facade will finally diminish
When he breaks your heart from start to finish

Sisters dream of isles in paradise
That ain't no use when the captain's just capsized
The smile that you now know, was a guise
Left his clever lips and stole the prize

So women, take a loser's good advice
Let your heart go floating out, but use the anchor twice
Don't feel ever sorry for the dicks
Just grab that dice and hope you roll a six, a six

That grand facade will finally diminish
When he breaks your heart from start to finish

Sisters dream of isles in paradise
That ain't no use when the captain's just capsized
The happiness you now know, was a guise
Left his clever lips and stole the prize

So women, take a loser's good advice
Let your heart go floating out, but use the anchor twice
Don't feel ever sorry for the dicks
Just grab that dice and hope you roll a six, a six

So as nature gave out semen to the jealous and the sick
Jesus gave out candles to the dim or partially lit
And woman, you're a lighthouse, while the candle only drips
Girl, you are a shining star in masculine eclipse

In masculine eclipse, in masculine eclipse
In masculine eclipse, in masculine eclipse


21.From Now On

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

Water the plants, feed the cat
Leave that door key under the mat
I'm your number one from now on

Set the code, close the door
You don't live there anymore
I'm your number one from now on

Nothing grows so quickly as the vine
That wraps you up so tight and says 'You're mine'
No time so exciting as the time

You pour away that bottle containing last night's wine
Last night's wine, last night's wine
What you're taking part in is the cleverest of crimes
Last night's wine, just a flickering sign
But a necessary sin from time to time

Fold your dress, leave your hair
Put on your jeans, you ain't goin' nowhere
I'm your number one from now on

Cancel the milk, unplug the phone
Close the blinds, you ain't gonna be home
I'm your number one from now on

No time quite so easy as the night
To hold her far too close or far too tight
No catch quite so keen, so quick to bite
Than the one that thinks love's possible first or second sight

Love at first sight, love at first sight
Swinging from the chandelier, it's a one way ticket flight
Love at first sight, so wrong it's right
Swing you by your pigtails, set your world alight

Nothing hooks you quicker than the line
Thrown straight and from the bank into your spine
For family and for friends you'll surely pine
But sentiment and nostalgia, they just ain't worth a dime

What worth's a dime？ What worth's a dime？
You can leave those financial worries well behind
What worth's a dime？ What worth's a dime？
I don't want that bank manager on your pretty little mind
Now that you're mine


22.Next Verse

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

There was a pool table there at the wedding
That most of the men stood and played
Whilst the women danced in their melancholy
Till the last song started to fade

And as D.J. turned the lights up
And packed his records away
He noticed a lonely figure still there
So quietly turned to say

Tears you thought lasted a lifetime
Won't last too much more than a day
And you'll prove that you still have your strength left
When you wipe those tears away, well away

Roses in garden bring joy to the bleak
Lilies save wretched from worse
Music lifts up those too weary to speak
So, sister you sing the next verse

The path in life that you have taken
I can figure out just from your frown
Either it's down the up escalator
Or maybe sometimes up the down

And you may not feel that you have traveled
But sure as hell been across town
And certainly if story unraveled
You've lost more than you've ever found

One thing's for certain you've traveled
And a not too dissimilar route
Those ups and downs and rounds after rounds
You're wearing them just like a suit, like a suit

So if roses in garden bring joy to the bleak
Lilies save wretched from worse
Music lifts up those too weary to speak
Then D.J. I'll take the next verse

So sister judge strength not by muscle
Or weight that your body can lift
But by heavyweight heart that you carry
That no other young woman could shift

Hey, Mr. D.J. a special request
Play that last record for me
And make it as long and as painfully sad
As any slow ballad could be
As any slow ballad could be


23.Closer Than Most

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Well, I kept fantasizing your eyes were wide open
And it made me long for little last night
Yes it was frantic, it was young, it was sweet
But a sweet worth every bite

Now I'm not normally one to be greedy
But I had to be greedy with you
Five days, six days, the whole of the month
Wouldn't satisfy my only sweet tooth

Well, it can take many years to forge a friendship
It can take a lifetime to get close
But we took all the shortcuts, used our hearts as a map
And we still got closer than most

Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Well, excuse my staring but it's just your looks
Are a standard well above myself
Your face might mean zip to you
But to me it's something else

All I can do is thank you
And wish that every dream you have will come true
Five years, six years, the whole of your life
I'll be wishing for the riches for you

Well, it can take many years to forge a friendship
It can take a lifetime to get close
But we took all the shortcuts, used our hearts as a map
And we still got closer than most

Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

You dashed prettys only chance of a compliment
And gave the plain the blues
Turned supermodel into last year's pull
And got her down shining your shoes

And I don't mean to be hod carrier
Of the ordinary folks bad news
But tell Miss World to fly to Mars
If she really doesn't like to lose

Well, it can take many years to forge a friendship
It can take a lifetime to get close
But we took all the shortcuts, used our hearts as a map
And we still got closer than most

Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey


24.Last Waltz

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Don't feel bad if you wake up feeling suddenly old
More than realisation that you've let yourself be covered by
mould
Age is not something you wrap up if you're feeling the cold
It's a laugh ten times harder at a joke eleven times told

Down to the churchyard, check out the vaults
Dig up the coffins, unscrew the bolts
No better reminder, no strong enough salts
To show this pitiful few that we've missed the last waltz
That we've missed the last waltz

Don't feel bad if you're feeling past you sell-by date
Like the roller coaster ride slowed down to a serious debate
Oh, the whether you tell them, you're ready or whether you wait
Does someone place a hand on your shoulder
And point the way to the gate

Down to the churchyard, check out the vaults
Dig up the coffins, unscrew the bolts
No better reminder, no strong enough salts
To show this pitiful few that we've missed the last waltz
That we've missed the last waltz

You don't count the birthdays 'til your out on your own
They come thicker and faster and too damn late to postpone
And wisdom's the last thing the scientists willing to clone
Science advances, maturity dances alone
Science advances, maturity dances alone


25.Angels And Devils

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Planning permission tied to post
We read when we're waiting for bus
Is always double-checked 'cause we so often suspect
They plan to build something on us

What they'll build, neither here nor there
It's what they'll bury that counts
And how far down they'll push us this time
And how far back up we'll bounce

Angels are born with wings not springs
Devils always born with horns
And beautiful bird only bothers to sing
If beautiful day ever dawns, dawns

Angels and devils ain't so easy to spot
As movies like to portray
A devil appears with a cunning veneer
You often only notice too late

If he says he's got wings, keep an eye out for springs
Make sure your angel is real
And of all of these things it's the song that he sings
And how the song makes you feel

Angels are born with souls, not goals
Devils always search for the high
So beautiful birds sing from telegraph poles
And devil's song fills the whole sky, sky

Yes, birdsong belongs in the highest
Of places, not where devil performs
Beautiful bird and song shouldn't bother
To sing if audience mutters and yawns

Mutters and yawns, mutters and yawns
Mutters and yawns, it yawns, it yawns
Mutters and yawns, mutters and yawns


26.Baby Please Go

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

You've heard it said a thousand times
But only heard his Broadway lines
So, baby please go
Ain't, ain't part of the show

'Cause when Romeo needs no cue or prompt
The likelier your little heart be stomped
By, by baby don't go
Written, written in to his show

'Cause in the West-end show your life
Played understudy to every part
Got given all the dullest lines
Whilst the chorus girls danced on your heart

Baby please go
Baby please go
Baby please go
Baby please go

The sorry tale we'd all applaud
That only dripped and never poured
But, baby just go
Let him, let him on with his show

The leading snail leaves tell tale lines
The bullshit tower the loudest chimes
But, baby please go
Ain't, ain't part of the show

'Cause in the West-end show your life
Played understudy to every part
Got given all the dullest lines
Whilst the chorus girls danced on your heart

Baby please go
Baby please go
Baby please go
Baby please go

Romantic love lines that we adored
Baby, forget them
They were read by men from idiot board
Baby, forget them
So a message from the wisest guy to broad
Is best like flattery ignored

Baby, just let him go
Let him on with the show
Baby, just let him go
Let him on with the show


27.Property Quiz

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

All the secrets we have shared have moved to a couple better
paired
So if he impales himself on javelin or spike
I will try my best to be the perfect lookalike

And if he wants to be smart and enter a property quiz
Every weed in the garden's mine but the lawnmower's his
Every weed in the garden's mine but the lawnmower's his

And if his manhood needs the help of scaffold or even a winch
I will gladly supplement that extra little inch

And if it ever reaches tie-break at the property quiz
If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my tits and fanny not
his
If they've got my fingerprints on, they're mine, not his

Now you've found someone new, may I watch him do what I used to
do
So if he dies an ugly death or even if he faints
I'll be there at the window with my face pressed up against

Maybe I shouted too loud, maybe you were blissfully deaf
But I hope he's a better sport than he was a ref
I hope he's a better sport than he was a ref

And if his manhood needs the help of scaffold or even a winch
I will gladly supplement that extra little inch

And if it ever reaches tie-break at the property quiz
If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my tits and fanny not
his
If they've got my fingerprints on, they're mine, not his

I hope he likes to fly and is a good host to every guest
'Cause there's less chance of dying in a crash than being bored
to death
Yes, there's less chance of dying in a crash than being bored to
death

And if his manhood needs the help of scaffold or even a winch
I will gladly supplement that extra little inch

And if it ever reaches tie-break at the property quiz
If they've got my fingerprints on, they're my tits and fanny not
his
If they've got my fingerprints on, they're mine, not his

Now you've found someone new


28.Don't Stop Moving

Lyricist：Tina Barrett, Paul Cattermole, Simon Ellis, Jon Lee, Bradley
Mcintosh, Joanne O'meara, Sheppard Solomon, Hannah Spearrett,
Rachel Stevens

DJ's got the party started, there's no end in sight
Everybody's movin' to the rhythm that's inside

It's a crazy world
But tonight's the right situation
Don't get left behind

I can feel the music moving through me everywhere
Ain't no destination, baby, we don't even care

There's a place to be
If you need the right education
Let it take you there

Just go with the magic, baby
I can see it there in your eyes
(I can see it there in your eyes)

Let it flow and stop the waiting
Right here on the dance floor
Is where you gotta let it go

Don't stop movin'
Can you feel the music？
DJ's got us going around, 'round

Don't stop movin'
Find your own way to it
Listen to the music
Taking you to places that you've never been before, baby, now

You can touch the moment, almost feel it in the air
Don't know where we're goin, baby, we don't even care

Ain't no mystery
Just use your imagination
Let it take you there

Just go with the magic, baby
I can see it there in your eyes
(I can see it there in your eyes)

Let it flow and stop the waiting
Right here on the dance floor
Is where you gotta let it go

Don't stop movin'
Can you feel the music？
DJ's got us going around, 'round

Don't stop movin'
Find your own way to it
Listen to the music
Taking you to places that you've never been before, baby, now

Forget about your fears tonight
Listen to your heart
Let's just touch the sky
(Listen to your heart)

No need to reason why
Just listen to the sound
Let it make you come alive

Don't stop movin'
Can you feel the music？
DJ's got us going around, 'round

Don't stop movin'
Find your own way to it
Listen to the music
Taking you to places that you've never been before, baby, now

Baby now
Baby now

And DJ's got us moving around
Right around, right around
DJ's got us moving around


29.Blitzkrieg Bop

Lyricist：Douglas Colvin, John Cummings, Thomas Erdelyi, Jeff Hyman

They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey, ho, let's go, shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go

They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey, ho, let's go, shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go

They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey, ho, let's go, shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go

The Blitzkrieg Bop
The Blitzkrieg Bop
The Blitzkrieg Bop


30.The Mediterranean

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Little seas can be big seas to the wrong or long of sights
But the Mediterranean looks like aspirin tonight
The doctor told me the chemist he had nothing for my plights
But the Mediterranean looks like aspirin tonight

This ocean puts in motion all our wildest Crusoe thoughts
Turns brain to kontiki when it's always been left in port

I'd rather be cemented in deep blue building site
'Cause drugs can get you higher but my chosen drug tonight
Is the reliable Mediterranean, is the reliable Mediterranean
Is my chosen, my chosen drug tonight

Little voyage can be big voyage if you sail in the middle of
night
But the Mediterranean needs the compass tonight
It gives cheap thrills to the seagulls and life to life's little
kites
But the Mediterranean is my aspirin tonight

This ocean puts in motion all our wildest Crusoe thoughts
Turns brain to kontiki when it's always been left in port

I'd rather be cemented in deep blue building site
'Cause drugs can get you higher but my chosen drug tonight
Is the reliable Mediterranean, is the reliable Mediterranean
Is my chosen, my chosen drug tonight

I'd rather be cemented in deep blue building site
'Cause drugs can get you higher but my chosen drug tonight
Is the reliable Mediterranean, is the reliable Mediterranean
Is my chosen my chosen drug tonight


31.Hot On the Heels of Heartbreak

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

If you could pull yourself away from that mess
Surely if you could pack a punch then you can pack a dress
'Cause hot on the trail of self pity is wilderness
Like hot on the heels of heartbreak is happiness

It's an upward struggle just to be yourself
(To be yourself)
And if I climb too hard I'll end up on the shelf
When sorry's have been said and tears, tears have dried
I'm still the easy route to easy ride

If you could just have a good word with yourself
Convince yourself you, you and no one else
Restore your confidence and your pride
A soldier don't need no one by their side

It seems as though there's only me to blame
(Me to blame)
Pushover must be my middle name
Just because he flushed love down the drain
Doesn't mean your little heart can't be reclaimed

If you could just have a good word with yourself
Convince yourself you, you and no one else
Restore your confidence and your pride
A soldier don't need no one by their side

And I know that what I've chosen's second best
And if the passport is there then, then I'd say yes
But departure leaves a fully feathered nest
This easy bird is easily impressed
This easy bird is easily impressed

Your little wings are broken nest destroyed
The love that he talked of null and void
If you knew you were a plaything with which they toyed
Your little heart would now be the employed

Next time I choose to love I'll take good aim
Miss out on his sweet talk and his blame
Then when I miss the target you can't complain
It's only the sure shot actually feels the pain
It's only the sure shot actually feels the pain
It's only the sure shot it actually feels the pain


32.Final Spark

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Well, the dice that I roll
Never seems to land on six
And that forty-eight card pack
Is short of some of my old tricks

The horse I bet on all those years ago
Is probably still running round the track
Like the marriage that I gambled on
I'm due my money back
I'm due my money back

We could've learned, we could've burned
From the firework love ignites
But that sparkler of romance
It proved impossible to light

If your country code or your green cross code
It can leave a lasting mark
History books have showed, follow safety code
And stamp out your final spark

Well, the husband that I married once
I should've kept him in a cage
Kept him sitting waiting there
To show the tortoise middle age

'Cause you never back an animal
That struggles on two legs
I'd rather back a stray with three
Than one that sits up and just begs
Than one that sits up and just begs

We could've learned, we could've burned
From the firework love ignites
But that sparkler of romance
It proved impossible to light

If your country code or your green cross code
It can leave a lasting mark
History books have showed, follow safety code
And stamp out your final spark

Milk will curdle, cheese go off
Expensive wine mature
Kids grow up, parents down
Husbands turn to tragic bore

Receipts and life insurance all very well
But don't fully cover hate
So you can't return this idiot
When he's past his sell by date

Milk will curdle, cheese go off
Expensive wine mature
Kids grow up, parents down
Husbands turn to tragic bore

Receipts and life insurance all very well
But don't fully cover hate
So you can't return this idiot


33.You Can Call Me Leisure

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

You look a younger my beautiful version of death
But I'm scared to hold you close or smell your breath
Now your body's facing east your heart is west
And you can call me leisure and I can call you rest

We can't stop thinking that we should've guessed
We should've held you closer to our chest
'Cause our shoulders were put there for that test
Now you can call me leisure and I can call you rest

Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest
Your joyride didn't feel bad enough to confess
Till you placed the lemming on this family crest

And you can call me leisure
The donor of poor measure
The scalpel of all pleasure
I'll call you rest

It's what we thought God gave us shoulders for
Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
Instead the helpless ration chances to poor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor

All the minutes all the hours that you caressed
Have been taken to a place that you thought best
If it's Heaven or it's Hell you're still well blessed
And I shall get my own back when I can call you rest

Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest
Your joyride didn't feel bad enough to confess
Till you placed the lemming on this family crest

And you can call me leisure
The donor of poor measure
The scalpel of all pleasure
I'll call you rest

It's what we thought God gave us shoulders for
Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
Instead the helpless ration chances to poor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor

Up from the floor, up from the floor, up from the floor


34.The River

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Love takes time we all agree
And time's not the easiest to cheat
The water changes one degree
When will the shiver of this river turn to sea

The river does no good, no harm
Tempts us like pirates to it's calm
A lover's shanty, devil's psalm
Goddamn this river and it's shiver and it's charm

If you've got love's A to Z
Don't go dredging river bed
Use your fins and use your head
This river's hooked the floating dead

Our lives go bounding down the stream
When will we realise minnow dreams？
The frustration eating you and me
Our only wish to be the fish that meets the sea

We cannot tell a he or she
But us fish can tell a we
We know the seed we know the tree
When will my conker conquer thee？

If you've got love's A to Z
Don't go dredging river bed
Use your fins and use your head
This river's hooked the floating dead

The cheaper woman and myself
We've both got ladders in our tights
When you've been left on the top shelf
You've got those ladders in your sights

If you've got love's A to Z
Don't go dredging river bed
Use your fins and use your head
This river's hooked the floating dead

The cheaper woman and myself
We've both got ladders in our tights
When you've been left on the top shelf
You've got those ladders in your sights

You've got those ladders in your sights
You've got those ladders in your sights
You've got those ladders in your sights
You've got those ladders in your sights


35.Half-Hearted Get (Is Second Best)

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

I've only got one real fan
She is not woman she is not man
She's got her own coat of arms and her tartan and her own clan

Her clan surpasses beauty
Always love and never duty
A beauty that feels so alien to this land

These feelings should be censored they should be banned
But when you put a porn star in these hands
I'm the 6 month old with the keys to his own pram

You've got this straight to play the fool
Miss out nursery, miss out school
And gave the bullet train option to this old abandoned tram

How would you make so special look like dross？
How'd you make expensive look budget cost？
If it's power to the workers then you are the boss

You make bluebells look like moss
Gave a second coat to gloss
And made Lennon's little Ono, Ono look like dross

Prostitution was not illegal
You'd make cheap sex look so regal
Make the hottest little joint in town look like frost

The famous they get stalkers, they get pests
But I'd rather get a bullet right through my chest
All that Lennon could imagine was not you, was just a fraction

And all half-hearted get is second best
And all half-hearted get is second best

The famous they get stalkers, they get pests
But I'd rather get a bullet right through my chest
'Cause that Lennon could imagine was not you was just a fraction

And all half-hearted get is second best
All half-hearted get is second best

All half-hearted get is second best
All half-hearted get is second best
...


36.Tupperware Queen

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

This reign of plastic
That replaced the reign of gold
Couldn't have known that you
Would feel so undersold

If love was built on hindsight
Then you surely would have seen
You were joining hands
With the Tupperware Queen

Yes, you gave a groan
When I took that throne
But can you choose a queen
When you behave like a drone？

Where the silverware's not expected
And certainly never been
That's the ideal kingdom
Of this Tupperware queen

I didn't mean to fool you
Into feeling king
Of anything but plastic
And what plastic brings

If gold is what she had
It's what I could've been
The unaffordable dream
Of this Tupperware Queen

Yes, you gave a groan
When I took that throne
But don't expect a gem
When you're quarrying for stone

Where the silverware's not expected
And certainty never been
That's the ideal kingdom
Of this Tupperware Queen

In future when that moan
Has turned to prone
And the slightest groan
Feels so overblown

Remember you're a drone
And the queen however plastic
Runs the honeycomb
Runs the honeycomb

Honeycomb, honey, honey
Remember you're a drone
And the queen however plastic
Runs the honeycomb


37.If We Crawl

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

If we crawl at two
We could crawl at twenty-two
And grovel at
The drop of a hat

And once they've got you down there
It's so hard to re-straighten your back
If we crawl at two
We could crawl at one o two

And the target brainless don't quite reach
Covered so kindly in your opening speech
Is a tiny crab of thought, crab of thought
On a sideways beach

Let lessons not the pupils teach
Justice not the leasers breach
And maggots not have fingers
Wagged at by leech

Well I made sure
I wrote this song in braille
So you could touch the words
The words that sail

From my mouth back to the jail
You could touch the words that sail
From the mouth back to the jail
That is posing as tongue

Curtsies, bows, thank you sirs
And the wearing of a business suit
Lead to complaints of backache
And end with a Nazi salute

And once they've got you down there
It's so hard to re-straighten your back
If we crawl at two
We could crawl at two two two

And the target brainless don't quite reach
Covered so kindly in your opening speech
Is a tiny crab of thought, crab of thought
On a sideways beach

Let lessons not the pupils teach
Justice not the leasers breach
And maggots not have fingers
Wagged at by leech

Well I made sure
I wrote this song in braille
So you could touch the words
The words that sail

From my mouth back to the jail
You could touch the words that sail
From the mouth back to the jail
That is posing as tongue

If we crawl at two
We could crawl at twenty-two
If we crawl at two
We could crawl at twenty-two


38.Hit Parade

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

No one wrote a song for me
Just instrumental not too long
As sure as sure could ever be
You'd only get the lyrics wrong

No solo Chet Baker ever played
Lowered me slowly to my grave
The prose that Keats and Yates would save
Was for king and queen not knave

I have no poem that describes my charm
No story told that's short and sweet
I have no hymn, I have no psalm
This song I have it has no beat
Yes, it has no beat, and no tapping of feet
Yes, it has no beat, yes, it has no beat

Miles Davis played the black 'n' blues
Did he play for me to lose？
'Cause just when 'round midnight falls
That tune's not his it's Kenny Ball's

I have no poem that describes my charm
No story told that's short and sweet
I have no hymn, I have no psalm
This song I have it has no beat
Yes, it has no beat, yes, it has no beat
No, tapping of feet, yes, it has no beat

Now in that graveyard on that grave
On that tombstone in the shade
No poem written, no accolade
And no 'We loved you' ever sprayed

There's just this feeling from that moss
When epitaph you cannot read
He must have lived it at a budget cost
So he deserves to be beneath

I have no poem that describes my charm
No story told that's short and sweet
I have no hymn, I have no psalm
This song I have it has no beat
Yes, it has no beat, yes, it has no beat
And, no tapping feet, yes, it has no beat

All that William Robinson wrote
Not one of my pluses did he portray
Those lyrics stuck right down my throat
I never hit, it never hit my hit parade, my hit parade, my hit
parade


39.Blitzkreig Bop

Lyricist：Douglas Colvin, John Cummings, Thomas Erdelyi, Jeff Hyman

They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let's go
Shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go

They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let's go
Shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go

They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let's go
Shoot 'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go

The Blitzkrieg Bop
The Blitzkrieg Bop
The Blitzkrieg Bop


40.Ciao

Lyricist：Miki Eleonora Berenyi

I've been so happy since I walked away
I never thought that I could feel as great as I do today
'Cause you were nothing but a big mistake
And life is wonderful, now that I'm rid of you

Oh, I must have been crazy to have stayed with you
I can't believe I thought I was in love with you
But now the scales have fallen, I can really see
And I say go to hell 'cause that's where you took me

Well, I've felt better since I slammed that door
You always cramped my style, I never noticed before
It's been a non-stop party since I flew the coop
I can't believe I fell for such a loser like you

And is it any wonder that I felt so blue
When I was always having to put up with you？
Oh, here we go again, just lay the blame on me
Don't say another word 'cause sweetheart, you're history

I know that you miss me really, bet you wish that you still had
me
You'll never find someone like me but I've got no regrets at all

Because I've met this girl and she's so good to me
She's really beautiful, fantastic company
And when I'm with her I realize what love can be
Because she's fifty times the person you'll ever be

Good luck, mister, do you think I care？
Since you've been gone the offers have been everywhere
I've got a million guys just lining up for me
I've turned a corner, boy, my life is ecstasy

Well, I've been in heaven since I walked away
I never thought that I could feel as great as I do today
'Cause you were nothing but a waste of space
And life is wonderful now that I'm over you
Over you
Over you


41.Angels ＆ Devils

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Planning permission tied to post
We read when we're waiting for bus
Is always double-checked 'cause we so often suspect
They plan to build something on us

What they'll build, neither here nor there
It's what they'll bury that counts
And how far down they'll push us this time
And how far back up we'll bounce

Angels are born with wings not springs
Devils always born with horns
And beautiful bird only bothers to sing
If beautiful day ever dawns, dawns

Angels and devils ain't so easy to spot
As movies like to portray
A devil appears with a cunning veneer
You often only notice too late

If he says he's got wings keep and eye out for springs
Make sure your angel is real
And of all of these things it's the song that he sings
And how the song makes you feel

Angels are born with souls not goals
Devils always search for the high
So beautiful birds sing from telegraph poles
And devil's song fills the whole sky, sky

Yes, birdsong belongs in the highest of places
Not where devil performs
Beautiful bird and song shouldn't bother to sing
If audience mutters and yawns

Mutters and yawns, mutters and yawns
Mutters and yawns, it yawns, it yawns
Mutters and yawns, mutters and yawns


42.10,000 Feet

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

The part of love I'm scared of
Is the actual taking off
I can take a bumpy landing

But the start must be soft
Soft, soft, soft
It must be soft

Some men need your attention
Every minute, every hour
Some women need the proof
In every chocolate, every flower

Are you asking me down your runway？
I'm asking you to be watchtower

Tower, tower, tower
To be watchtower
Tower, tower, tower

Some men just like the journey
Don't care if it's incomplete
Some women like a long trip
Some women short 'n' sweet

But if we lift each other up
Let's make it 10,000 feet

Feet, feet, feet
10,000 feet
Feet, feet, feet

The reason I'm still down here
And I've never taken off
'Cause I never had the courage
To rummage through love's loft

Loft, loft, loft
The highest loft
Loft, loft, loft

'Cause when we're finally up there
And the engines have been stopped
The landing won't be fatal
If love's parachute's been dropped

Dropped, dropped, dropped
Love's been dropped
Dropped, dropped, dropped


43.Just Checkin'

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

I came in here just to see his guilty face
I'm just checkin'
He's been dead twenty years but I sort of miss the chase
I'm just checkin'

I've seen folk just like her, pop their noses 'round the door
They're just checkin'
If this is where the husband was between 1 and 4
They're just checkin'

Nothing is so definite, hits so hard
When he's moved from Old White Hart
And he's doing the old graveyard
We're running a check on the love we had taken away
We're running a check, that death wasn't fortnight astray

Nothing is so definite, hits so hard
When he's moved from Old White Hart
And he's doing the old graveyard

The mask of sobriety for afternoons he'd save
I'm just checkin'
If he could fool me regularly, he'd certainly fool his grave
I'm just checkin'

I've seen those widows pray for the hunt they had taken away
They're just checkin'
They pretend they've just popped by like they popped by
yesterday
They're just checkin'

Nothing is so definite, hits so hard
When he's moved from Old White Hart
And he's doing the old graveyard
We're running a check on the love we had taken away
We're running a check, that death wasn't fortnight astray

Nothing is so definite, hits so hard
When he's moved from Old White Hart
And he's doing the old graveyard

I came 'round here in case he left a slate
No one settles up around here like the widowed or the late
We've seen folk like you settle bills or family feuds
But no one's bought a drink for those that death excludes

We're just thinkin', we're just checkin'
We're just thinkin', we're just thinkin'
We're just sinkin', we're just sinkin'


44.Don't Fear The Reaper

Lyricist：Donald Roeser

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain

We can be like they are
Come on baby
Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand
Don't fear the Reaper

We'll be able to fly
Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man
La la la la la

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity
Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday
Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday
Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday

We can be like they are
Come on baby
Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand
Don't fear the Reaper

We'll be able to fly
Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man


Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on

Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

Come on baby
And she had no fear
And she ran to him
And they started to fly

They looked backward and said goodbye
She had become like they are
She had taken his hand
She had become like they are

Come on baby
Don't fear the reaper
Come on, come on, come on


La la la la la

Come on, baby
Come on, baby
Come on, baby
Come on, baby


45.'Til You Can't Tuck It In

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Your figure like your friendship
Gradually grows and grows
The clothes that you thought that you'd shrunk
Their size just froze

When the body that you thought of as yours
Just ups and goes
I'll be happy with the weight
Of the partner that I chose

Your quick-step is slower
But your spirit's still out on the floor
And you can still hack it
'Cause you know what your feet are free for
And I'll love, my dear
'Til you can't tuck it in anymore, anymore

Your second gray hair came a month
After the first
It didn't make you better
But it didn't make you feel any worse

Your third gray hair appeared
With the fourth on your beard
Your fifth, sixth, seventh sprouted out
From your nose and your ears

And I'll love you my partner
'Til you can't hide the gray anymore
Your distinguished good looks
Am the ones young girls cannot ignore
And I'll love you, my partner
'Til the gray hairs hairdressers floor, hairdressers floor

Your eighth and your ninth and your tenth
You just looked to the sky
Like the charge of the Light Brigade
Was passing you by

Your quick-step is slower
But your spirit's still out on the floor
When it comes to raw beauty
You've a whole whorehouse waiting in store
Your corset has grown
Bid you're still always first to the drawer

And I'll love you, my partner
(And I'll love you, my partner)
'Til the gray hairs the hairdresser's floor
Hairdresser's floor, hairdresser's floor


46.Just A Few Things That I Ain't

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

When you called me a useless druggie
At least you got half of it right
When you called me a hopeless alcoholic
I'm only hopeless after nine at night

And when I said you came staggering home blind drunk
If I didn't you'd get terrible fright
And if this is the land of hope and glory
Where's the land of hope but not quite

I've been scruff bag, dirt bag, always someone's binbag
But never been Bono or Sting
However I dressed, never really impressed
So they never got to hear a damn thing

I've been bad man, sad man, certified mad
But never 007 or Saint
Trendsetter go getter, international jet setter
Are just a few things that I ain't
Trendsetter go getter, international jet setter
Are just a few things that I ain't

The time you told class I was a half wit
Was my very first 50%
Previous best in any other test
Was either stolen, copied or lent

And when you branded me and every single one of my mates
A waste of time and effort to teach
Why d'you give us sums if our only hope was bums
On someone else's deckchair and beach？

I've been smart arse, mardy arse, on and off a lard arse
But never been a legend to God
New thing, dumb thing, even last year's thing
Headbang, not even a nod

I've been left-wing, secure-wing, lost stripes, gained winged
We've never caused a lady to faint
Wideboy, ladyboy, read it in the paper boy
A few things they said that I ain't
Wideboy, ladyboy, read it in the paper boy
A few things they said that I ain't

When popularity soared, hometown and abroad
I spent most of it trying to breathe in
Always ill at ease, too willing to please
An inferior life's bargain bin

When you come from a background of bargain bins
You're bound to fear it ends where it begins
So when nation adored we felt more of a fraud
And too phoney to celebrate wins

I've been scruffbag, dirtbag, always someone's binbag
But never been Bono or Sting
However I dressed never really impressed
So they never got to hear a damn thing

I've been badman, sadman, certified mad
But never 007 or Saint
Trend-setter, go-getter, international jet-setter
Are just a few things that I ain't
Trend-setter, go-getter, international jet-setter
Are just a few things that I ain't


47.You're The One That I Want

Lyricist：John Farrar

I got chills, they're multiplyin'
And I'm losin' control
'Cause the power you're supplyin'
It's electrifyin'

You better shape up
'Cause I need a man
And my heart is set on you

You better shape up
You better understand
To my heart, I must be true

Nothing left
Nothing left for me to do

You're the one that I want
Ooh, ooh, ooh
The one that I want
Ooh, ooh, ooh
The one that I want
Ooh, ooh, ooh, the one I need
Oh, yes indeed

If you're filled with affection
You're too shy to convey
Meditate my direction
Feel your way, feel your way

You better shape up
'Cause I need a man
Who can keep me satisfied

You better shape up
If you're gonna prove
That my faith is justified

Are you sure？
Yes, I'm sure down deep inside

You're the one that I want
Ooh, ooh, ooh
The one that I want
Ooh, ooh, ooh
The one that I want
Ooh, ooh, ooh, the one I need
Oh, yes indeed

You're the one that I want
Ooh, ooh, ooh
The one that I want
Ooh, ooh, ooh
The one that I want
Ooh, ooh, ooh, the one I need
Oh, yes indeed

You're the one that I want
You're the one that I want
You're the one that I want
The one I need
Oh, yes indeed


48.Sailing Solo

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Imagine sailing solo around the world
Only to find you've missed a continent out
And as your happy turns choppy and tidal wave swirls
You're wondering why there's no one about

At least Captain Scott actually stood on the spot
Where he planned to put up Union Jack
And though Captain Cook cursed the map that he took
He got near enough for native's attack

That's how it feels trying to navigate you
Even with compass and infinite time
And just when I think I've found some part that's new
I find a flag already up that's not mine

Circling you is journey minus view
Exploration without reason or reward
'Cause when I get near, you use an arrow or spear
To prevent my heart ever being shored

The earth ain't flat but it's a simple doormat
Compared to your unclimbable self
The desolate terrain, you have to cross to your brain
Just one of your slippery shelves

That's how it feels trying to navigate you
Even with compass and infinite time
And just when I think I've found some part that's new
I find a flag already up that's not mine

And if I ever get close, I'll need a banner or post
To hang it from, first there or not
So voyage may uncover a sister or brother
And a friendship that Colombus forgot


49.The Last Waltz

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Don't feel bad if you wake up feeling suddenly old
More the realisation that you've let yourself be covered by
mould
Age isn't something you wrap up if you're feeling the cold
It's a laugh ten times harder at a joke eleven times told

Down to the churchyard, check out the vaults
Dig up the coffins, unscrew the bolts
No better reminder, no strong enough salts
To show this pitiful few that we've missed the last waltz
That we've missed the last waltz

Don't feel bad if you're feeling past you sell by date
Like the roller coaster ride slowed down to a serious debate
Oh, the weather you tell them you're ready or whether you wait
Does someone place a hand on your shoulder you point the way to
the gate

Down to the churchyard, check out the vaults
Dig up the coffins, unscrew the bolts
No better reminder, no strong enough salts
To show this pitiful few that we've missed the last waltz
That we've missed the last waltz

You don't count the birthdays 'til your out on your own
They come thicker and faster and too damn late to postpone
And wisdom's the last thing the scientists willing to clone
Science advances, maturity dances alone
Science advances, maturity dances alone


50.Livin' Thing

Lyricist：Jeff Lynne

Sailin' away on the crest of a wave
It's like magic
Rollin' and ridin' and slippin' and slidin'
It's magic

And you and your sweet desire
You took me, ooh, woah
(Higher and higher, baby)

It's a livin' thing
It's a terrible thing to lose
It's a given thing
What a terrible thing to lose

Making believe this is what
You conceived from your worst day
(I'm thinking of dying)

Moving in line then you look
Back in time to the first day
(I'm thinking, I'm thinking)

And you and your sweet desire
You took me, ooh, woah
(Higher and higher, baby)

It's a livin' thing
It's a terrible thing to lose
It's a given thing
What a terrible thing to lose

Takin' a dive 'cos you can't
Halt the slide, floating downstream
(I'm thinking of dying)

So let her go, don't start
Spoiling the show, it's a bad dream
(I'm thinking , I'm thinking )

And you and your sweet desire
You took me, ooh, woah
(Higher and higher, baby)

It's a livin' thing
It's a terrible thing to lose
It's a given thing
What a terrible thing to lose

It's a livin' thing
It's a terrible thing to lose
It's a terrible thing to lose
What a terrible thing to lose


51.Rose Of My Cologne

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

Daddy was the local drunk
Mommy was the loosest girl in town
Brother just some two bit punk
Rode his Harley D into the ground

Distant friends and relatives
Each of them a problem they would share
From the in-laws to the out-laws
Quietly she would soak up their despair

She was one of life's lil' angels, a job that don't pay well
Guiding those to heaven that should've gone to hell
Was it really worth it？ Only time and death may ever tell

She was the brick at the base
Of the house a true foundation stone
She was the color and the sound
And the taste and the rose of my cologne

Cousin Bobby killed a man
Packed his bags and left with Lisa Jane
Sister was an also ran
Ran and never showed her face again

Those daughters, sons and uncles
All of them with problems of their own
Professors, priests, policemen
All would use the rose of my cologne

She was one of life's lil' angels, a job that don't pay well
Guiding those to heaven that should've gone to hell
Was it really worth it？ Only time and death may ever tell

She was the brick at the base
Of the house, a true foundation stone
She was the color and the sound
And the taste and the rose of my cologne

Finally she decided
Less than half an hour it took to pack
Climbed upon her motorbike
Didn't wave goodbye or once look back

She was the brick at the base
Of the house, a true foundation stone
She was the color and the sound
And the taste and the rose of my cologne

Separations, pregnancies
Alcohol abusers, lover's tiff
Murderers, philanderers
Took them all and drove them off a cliff


52.Manchester

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

From Northenden to Partington, it's rain
From Altrincham to Chadderton, it's rain
From Moss Side to Swinton, hardly Spain
It's a picture postcard of 'Wish they never came'

And whilst that deckchair in the garden it makes no sense
It doesn't spoil the view or cause offense
Those Floridas, Bavarias and Kents
Make gentlemen wear shorts but don't make gents

So convertible stay garage bound
Save after sun for later
If rain makes Britain great
Then Manchester is greater

As you dry your clothes once again
Upon the radiator
What makes Britain great
Makes Manchester yet greater

From Cheetham Hill to Wythenshawe, it's rain
Gorton, Salford, Sale, pretty much the same
As I'm caught up without my jacket once again
The raindrops on my face play a sweet refrain

And as winter turns reluctantly to spring
For the clouds above the city there's one last fling
Swallows build their nests, chaffinch sing
And the sun strolls into town like long lost king

So convertible stay garage bound
Save after sun for later
If rain makes Britain great
Then Manchester is greater

As you dry your clothes once again
Upon the radiator
What makes Britain great
Makes Manchester yet greater

And the mood of this whole sodden place is melancholy
Like the sun came out to play, shone through the clouds
But dropped its lolly
And everyone looks so disappointed, so, so sorry
Like the rain blew into town, kidnapped the sun
And stole its brolly

So convertible stay garage bound
Save after sun for later
If rain makes Britain great
Then Manchester is greater

As you dry your clothes once again
Upon the radiator
What makes Britain great
Makes Manchester yet greater


53.Meanwhile

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

Jack confides in Catherine
That he's filing for divorce
Catherine gives her promise
To keep it secret but of course

As soon as backs are turned in soaps
They're sharpening their claws
Meanwhile my whole world is collapsing

The congregation's nervous
Especially bride to be
There's three of them, she'd rather have
Gone down on bended knee

Credits roll on, â½Speak up now
Or forever hold your peaceâ
Meanwhile my whole world is collapsing

It's pretty odd some two bob God
Can somehow grip the nation
But maybe to us sad old mares
It's a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation
Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing
Look out on the streets outside, catch a conversation
The whole wide world is collapsing

The oldest of the brothers
The audience thought was dead
Returns to find his sister and his wife
Tucked up in bed

If this is true to life
Feed me fantasy instead
Meanwhile the whole world is collapsing

It's pretty odd some two bob God
Can somehow grip the nation
But maybe to us sad old mares
It's a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation
Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing
Riots on the streets outside, they're tearing up a nation
The whole wide world is collapsing

These petty little problems
They bring into our home
We actually tend to laugh about
'Cause ours would not get shown

And suffering's so much funnier
When it's theirs and not your own
Meanwhile your whole world is collapsing

It's pretty odd some two bob God
Can somehow grip the nation
But maybe to us sad old mares
It's a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation
Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing
Look out on the streets outside, catch a conversation
The whole wide world is collapsing
The whole wide world is collapsing


54.Cat Loves The Mouse

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

We've come a long way from the cave
What, you started to shave？
Now we know just how to behave
Since chivalry decided to bathe

And as the skirts we wore were increasingly high
Till the hem was just a cloud in the sky
And the chat up lines got increasingly fly
As the truth bought a suit and a tie

The cat loves the mouse, the mouse loves the cheese
The bees love the birds, the birds love those bees
The bee loves that honey, so honey, please
Why are we so different to these？

So when I'm old and I'm gray, you know, you already are
When I'm overweight, you know, you already are
If I've overstayed my welcome by a day
Just feel free to say, you know, I already have

And as the skirts we wore were increasingly high
Till the hem was just a cloud in the sky
And the chat up lines got increasingly fly
As the truth bought a suit and a tie

The cat chases bird to the top of the tree
The dog chases postman to the end of the street
The postman he chases every girl that he meets
So why are we so different to these？

I've been your bird, I've been your bitch
I've been whatever B you ever wished
I've been your cat, I've been your chick
I've been which ever C you thought to pick

I've been your bat, I've been your cow
I've been whichever B and C that you'd allow
I've been your dog, your dragon and your duck
I've been whatever D you thought was cool to fuck


55.Half of Him

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Why forbidden fruit
Always looks so sweet
Hanging down like devil's food
From highest branch on tree

Yes, woman should be satisfied
Be happy with her lot
But sometimes half of him
Seems better than the whole I've got
Yes, sometimes half of hell right here
Is better than a heaven forgot

Yeild not to temptation
Is only good advice
If true love happens just the once
And never ever twice

Yes, woman should be satisfied
Be happy with her lot
But sometimes half of him
Seems better than the whole I've got
Yes, sometimes half of hell right here
Seems better than a heaven forgot

We were happy with happily ever after
But only if the plot
Had bad guys we could boo and hiss
And good guys we could not

We probably feel that second best
Could actually be much worse
But you're kind of drawn to chocolate
When you've tasted wafer first
Yes, you're kind of drawn to chocolate
When you've tasted wafer first

Hunt me down like your other prey
Let your claws take hold
If what I've chosen's truly gray
Make tiger black and gold

Yes, woman should be satisfied
Be happy with her lot
But sometimes half of him
Seems better than the whole I've got
Yes, sometimes half of hell right here
Is better than a heaven forgot

We were happy with happily ever after
But only if the plot
Had bad guys we could boo and hiss
And good guys we could not

We probably feel that second best
Could actually be much worse
But you're kinda drawn to chocolate
When you've tasted wafer first
Yes, you're kinda drawn to chocolate
When you've tasted wafer first

'I can't get no satisfaction'
So sang all the guys
The biggest single breeding ground
For a girls, 'I will survive'

We'll be happy with happily ever after
But only when the song
Admits 'can't get no satisfaction'
Wasn't all our wrong

We probably feel that second best
Could actually be much worse
But you're kind of put off wafer
When you've tasted chocolate first
Yes, you're kinda put off wafer
When you've tasted chocolate first

Why forbidden fruit always looks so sweet？


56.This Will Be Our Year

Lyricist：Chris White

The warmth of your love's
Like the warmth from the sun
And this will be our year
Took a long time to come

Don't let go of my hand
Now the darkness has gone
This will be our year
Took a long time to come

And I won't forget
The way you helped me up when I was down
And I won't forget
The way you said, 'Darling, I love you'
You gave me faith to go on

Now we're there
And we've only just begun
This will be our year
Took a long time to come

The warmth of your smile
Smile for me, little one
And this will be our year
Took a long time to come

You don't have to worry
All your worried days are gone
This will be our year
Took a long time to come

And I won't forget
The way you helped me up when I was down
And I won't forget
The way you said, 'Darling, I love you'
You gave me faith to go on

Now we're there
We've only just begun
This will be our year
Took a long time to come

And this will be our year
Took a long time to come


57.Rebel Prince

Lyricist：Rufus Wainwright

Where is my master, the Rebel Prince
Who will shut all of these windows？
It's these windows all around me
It's these windows who are telling me

To rid my dirty mind
Of all of its preciousness？

Where is my master, the Rebel Prince？
They're breaking everything tryin' to get to me
In this two-bed hotel
Just to me before this window sill

Does it rid my dirty mind
Of all of its preciousness？

Oh, I can see him now
Though it's so far away
Amongst the roving crowd
Going the other way

Confounded anger
Burning with love for me

Ou est mon maître le Prince Rebelle
Qui va fermer toutes ces fenêtres？
Ce sont ces fenêtres autour de moi
Ce sont ces fenêtres qui m'appellent
Qui m'appellent

Marigold, marigold, marigold
I'm leaving the Roosevelt Hotel
Marigold, marigold, marigold
I'm leaving the room we knew so well

Marigold, marigold, marigold
Marigold, marigold, marigold
Marigold, marigold, marigold
Marigold, marigold, marigold


58.Speak To Me

Lyricist：Mose Allison

Speak to me, speak to me
Speak to me, speak to me
Tell me all about the way you feel
Speak to me, speak to me

Tell me all the things I want to know
Tell me all the places that you go
Tell me all the nothings in your life
Mix them with the some thing's in your life

Speak to me

My name is Joy, I am thirty
And I was born on the 13.2.60
I work as an accountant
And my dream job would be to be a pilot

This morning for breakfast
I had half a grapefruit
My favorite part of myself is my face
My least favorite part of myself is

Sometimes when alone
Perhaps late at night
I like to read a dirty book
And watch Prisoner Cell Block H
My favorite animal


59.White Teeth

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

White teeth, white teeth

Talent is rugged determination
Skill is a little more dull
Genius buggers straight conversation
Makes sure that it's ass is full

So good looking people don't write no poetry
They're too busy holding their hands
You don't go to beach for depth of thought
If your brain's leaking grains of sand

'Cos white teeth are uglier than yellow teeth
False gums never make plans
Little stones hold big stories underneath
But the big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance

When model puts pen to paper
Paper tends to turn to stone
'Cause original thoughts so hard to squeeze
From a face so easy to clone

So good looking people don't write no poetry
They're too busy holding their hands
You don't go to beach for depth of thought
If your brain's leaking grains of sand

'Cos white teeth are uglier than yellow teeth
False gums never make plans
Little stones hold big stories underneath
But the big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance

Whilst the dedicated cancelled the dates on their latest tour
'Cause genius had played that route ten times before
Hardwork made the excuse of being too hardcore
Yes, don't fire shots from double barrel if you know you're
single bore

'Cos white teeth are uglier than yellow teeth
False gums never make plans
Little stones hold big stories underneath
But the big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance
The big stones go to the dance


60.Pretenders To The Throne

Lyricist：Heaton Paul David, Rotheray David Ricardo

Is it Cologne with it's great cathedral？
Milan with it's glamor and it's pace？
London with it's river and it's bridges？
Lisbon with it's beauty and it's grace？

Funny looking buses
Climb it's pot-bellied hills
And a solitary jogger
Times the time he kills

Do you know where I'm gonna go？
None of you have guessed, so none of you can know
If you've been, that's not where I mean
It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen

Your town is dragging me down
Dragging me down, down, down
Your town is dragging me down
Dragging me down, down, down

Is it Dublin with it's culture and it's wit？
Madrid with it's market square？
Paris with it's bustling cafes？
Hull with it's musical flair？

Do you know where I'm gonna go？
None of you have guessed so none of you can know
If you've been, that's not where I mean
It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen

Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down

As I watch them drop the grain
Into your fish tank brain
How can you like this place
When it never even rains？
Never even rains

Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down

Is dragging me down, down, down
Is dragging me down, down, down
Is dragging me down, down, down


61.Til I Can't Take It Anymore

Lyricist：Ulysses Burton, Clyde Otis

Let's not fight it anymore
Unpack the bags and close the door
I'll never leave you, no, no
Though you lied right from the start
I can't convince my stupid heart
Not to believe you, no, no

You've got two good men strung out
And there's not the slightest doubt
That other men have loved you before
But you work your thing so well
I'll dream of Heaven and live in Hell
Till I can't take it anymore, take it anymore

If I had one ounce of pride
I'd stand up or step aside
But girl, I love you, can't you tell it？
So I'll accept the crumbs you drop
'Cause I'm a fool and I can't stop
Or rise above you, no, no

Let him speak up for himself
I speak for me and no one else
'Cause I'm a beggar knockin' on your door
But you work your thing so well
I'll dream of Heaven and live in Hell
Till I can't take it anymore, take it anymore

I'm too far gone to turn around
To lift myself up off the ground
And start all over, over and over
Now him or I must win or lose
No matter which one you may choose
You'll be in clover, you know you will

While you're makin' up your mind
I'll be prayin' all the time
Prayin' that you'll never, never ever let me go
But you work your thing so well
I'll dream of Heaven and live in Hell
Till I can't take it anymore, take it anymore

But you work your thing so well
I'll dream of Heaven and live in Hell
Till I can't take it anymore, take it anymore
Till I can't take it anymore, take it anymore


62.101 per cent Man

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

I've seen these people described as mad
But find men kissing too odd
Say all their friends are gay when in fact
They gave a man in tight vest a quick nod

And all those threats if you keep kissing
They're gonna go report you to God
Yet if Christ really had that many disciples
There was probably one of you in His squad

And any news you receive would lead you to believe
Of the other world little is known
So that every gay presenter should really wear a sweater
With kids don't try this at home

There are gay men who've knocked homophobics clean out
When most would have turned and ran
Gay men who hate it when they get called queer
And gay men who don't give a damn

Some gay men go wearing women's makeup
Just to prove to themselves they can
And on the masculine side of this whole wide world
There is no 101 per cent man

Those who have only seen Gay Pride
Think it's a life long license to shock
But men have kissed men since way back when
If you were caught you'd be put in a stock

And any news you receive would lead you to believe
Of the other world little is known
So that every gay presenter should really wear a sweater
With kids don't try this at home

There are gay men who've knocked homophobics clean out
When most would have turned and ran
Gay men who hate it when they get called queer
And gay men who don't give a damn

Some gay men go wearing women's makeup
Just to prove to themselves they can
And on the masculine side of this whole wide world
There's no 101 per cent man

And when the Tom Robinson band sang
'Sing if you're glad to be gay'
We all joined in and though most of us weren't
The song seemed to show us the way

And as the song reached it's end you looked for the friend
That made singing along feel okay
It ain't San Francisco but your end of term disco
And the dance floor's beginning to sway

There are gay who've knocked homophobics clean out
When most would have turned and ran
Gay men who hate it when they get called queer
And gay men who don't give a damn

Some gay men go wearing women's makeup
Just to prove to themselves they can
And on the masculine side of this whole wide world
There's no 101 per cent man, man


63.Pretty

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

You're kind of pretty you can cover in make-up
Cover in perfume too
Moonlight, mud fight, any kinda sunlight
Still comes shining through

Stuff it with cakes, see if it breaks
Put it in the oven, see how she bakes
Your kind of pretty you can gas mark 11
But you can't ever overdo

Your kinda pretty, don't need advertising
Your kinda pretty, comes with own billboard
Newly-weds, nearly-deads anyone with bed-stead
Your kinda pretty, you're all they can't afford

Cover your eyes, see if it dies
Move to the city, start dating guys
You're kind of pretty you can try to deny
But eventually you'll thank the Lord

You're kind of pretty don't need an umbrella
It knows what weather can do
Sandstorm, rainstorm, anything a cloud's warn
Can't hide the prettiest view

Cover with paints, see if it stains
Take it to a window, press up against
Your kinda pretty you can drag through a hedge
But no one would believe you'd been through

Your kinda pretty, don't need advertising
Your kinda pretty, comes with own billboard
Newly-weds, nearly-deads anyone with bed-stead
Your kinda pretty, you're all they can't afford

Cover your eyes, see if it dies
Move to the city, start dating guys
You're kind of pretty you can try to deny
But eventually you'll thank the Lord

You're kind of pretty you can try to deny
But eventually you'll thank the Lord
Eventually you'll thank the Lord


64.Who's Gonna Tell？

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

Who's gonna tell the orange they're actually brown？
Who's gonna mop up for grey when they've painted the town？
It's the news that everyone dreads that we're no longer painting
it red
That our gag's still funny but they've opted for a different
clown
You were great in the sixties but we're gonna have to pull you
down

Nothing like the sound of the shallow jumping in at the deep
Royalty's balloon coming down is a memorable shriek
Nothing quite like the sickening clout of the dive into pool
drained out
You excelled as a Queen but you'll have to return the crown
You were great in the sixties but we're gonna have to pull you
down

Who's gonna tell the tall they're beginning to shrink
Like who's gonna tell the Swiss they're no longer in sync
We'll have to get the maroon in a separate counselling room
Say, 'It may be your washer but you seem to be fading to pink'
Yesterday's ice cool doesn't take long to melt and sink

Who's gonna tell the cities that are acting like towns？
They're actually just a village that the posh surrounds
The diplomatic answer to your 25 stone dancer
Is your act's still great but we can't keep changing a pound
You were Queen in your day but you're gonna have to give back
the crown
You were great in the sixties but we're gonna have to pull you
down


65.Tears

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Tears have rolled down many good cheek
So when it comes down to your turn
Don't be afraid of admitting you're weak
'Cause these are the tears that you earn

Strangers, new neighbors, they'll both understand
Who hasn't been there？ Hold up your hand
Strangers, neighbors, none of them planned
Tears are the wage of this land

When raindrop first fell to the ground
It seemed like the brightest idea
Even though teardrops were already around
No one yet linked them with tear

Raindrop you notice when stood under trees
Pin-drop you can hear if you're down on your knees
But if teardrop anyone sees
It's time, gentlemen please

Scars you know take longer to heal
Whilst tears you'll not see again
So which do we try so hard to conceal
The ones that make fools of us men

Bricklayer, teacher, firefighter or vet
One thing in common, the hankies they've wet
But hidden away in the bedroom I bet
Tears in public, not yet

Drums have rolled for hundreds of years
Since we've blown one another to bits
Generals and soldiers still holding their ears
'Cause drumbeat and teardrop don't mix

When teardrops fall everyone in the band
Makes out their music's slipped from the stand
Leaving the singer, his head in his hands
Public emotion, be damned

Scars you know take longer to heal
Whilst tears you'll not see again
So which do we try so hard to conceal
The ones that make fools of us men

Bricklayer, teacher, firefighter or vet
One thing in common, the hankies they've wet
But hidden away in the bedroom I bet
Tears in public, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet


66.Bed Of Nails

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

Don't think of what we can and can't achieve
Perfection like this can't be guaranteed
Hearts get lost, lovers leave
Let's just see what friendship actually needs

And if ever you do wrong I'm right behind you
If ever you may sin, count me in
If that devil doubt should come to find you
Count on me and you don't count on him

If luck should quit this town
If fortune sails
If conversation breaks down
If love derails

I'll be that back up call
If all else fails
I'll swap this bed of roses
For a bed of nails

I wouldn't mind being left up on that shelf
If I hadn't actually built, built the thing myself
But since there's only you and no one else
I don't get too wound up about my health

And if ever shelf may fall I'm right below you
In need of DIY then I'm your guy
If lack of confidence should come to know you
Don't let those tears you cry stop you and I

If luck should quit this town
If fortune sails
If conversation breaks down
If love derails

I'll be that back up call
If all else fails
I'll swap this bed of roses
For a bed of nails


67.The Root Of All Evil

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray, Shields, Martin Paul Slattery

If Euro replaces the Pound
It's still likely to be shiny and round
Rich may switch the way they feel rich
But not the man who's alive
Or the man who has drowned
Keeping pound only makes sense

If you're worth more than 99 pence
Those who have a lot and those who have not
Remain francs marks pesetas or cents

If money is the root of all evil
What does that make lover of pound
We'll be eating frogs and modeling clogs
And you'll be hunting French
And Dutch with a hound

Now a nation goes to the vote
So our country has its name on the note
Same set of people same boat
Need their name in the back of their coat

Heads or tails can't have been won
On whose head graced whatever was spun
If queen's head's not on money they've got
It's still business and money's still fun

If money is the root of all evil
What does that make lover of Pound
We'll be eating frogs and modeling clogs
And you'll be hunting French
And Dutch with a hound

Now a nation goes to the vote
So our country has its name on the note
Same set of people, same boat
Need their name in the back of their coat


68.Never Lost A Chicken To A Fox

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

There he stood, gun in hand
At the door, the day she chose to leave
Half of him stood comforting
The other half that couldn't quite believe

Believe that she had left him
Believe that she had found another love
Believe that she decided
When push came to shove, she'd really shove

Friendship after friendship
Can't begin to count the ones I've lost
Voyage after voyage
Couldn't see the water for the docks

Lost my way up mountain pass
Couldn't see the signposts for the frost
I lost every game, I've ever played
But I've never lost a chicken to a fox

I like that stick thrown into lake
You watch as move you make
Turns into mistake, your love away
Like that snail on the leaf
You watch as right beneath
That cold hearted thief, your love away

There he stood still hours on
The only movement, the only trace
The position of the gun
And a single tear running down his face

Inside he was screaming
Outside you could barely hear him cry
Inside orchestration
Regulated outside to a sigh

Friendship after friendship
Can't begin to count the ones I've lost
Voyage after voyage
Couldn't see the water for the docks

Found my way home late at night
Couldn't see my bed for stranger's socks
I lost every game, I've ever played
But I've never lost a chicken to a fox

I like that stick thrown into lake
You watch as move you make
Turns into mistake, your love away
Like that snail on the leaf
You watch as right beneath
That cold hearted thief, your love away

Your love away, your love away
Turns into mistake, your love away
Your love away, your love away
That cold hearted thief, your love away

Love away, your love away
Your love away

Your love away, your love away
Turns into mistake, your love away
Your love away, your love away
That cold hearted thief, your love away


69.Space

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, David Rotheray

If there's space enough out there for the moon
Surely your little heart can make some room
If there's room in the hemisphere for so many stars
There's surely a satellite we can name ours

They're building brand new centers, brand new bars
Shoving lonely people into boots of cars
If you want to share the failure or you want to share the flop
We'll both go in the boot right off the top

And if there's ever time in life for genuine mistake
Surely then you got the means to make it
And if you'd like one final slip before you get it right
This moon's asleep, you got the means to wake it

So left alone, we're just simple bricks
No more than the stone that the child kicks
But as soon as we're together we are wall
And the stone the child kicks is bouncing ball

They're building brand new motorways, brand new roads
But when traveling on your own that road is closed
I'll be your co-driver and together we'll be tank
And watch as, 'No Through Road' sign slowly sank

And if there's ever time in life for genuine mistake
Surely then you got the means to make it
And if you'd like one final slip before you get it right
This moon's asleep, you got the means to wake it

And they're building brand new hospitals, building brand new
wards
Insure your heart with everything you can afford
No need going private, I will save my bed for you
As I quietly wait my turn in public queue

If there's ever time in life for genuine mistake
Surely then you got the means to make it
And if you'd like one final slip before you get it right
This moon's asleep, you got the means to wake it
This moon's asleep, you got the means to wake it


70.But 'Til Then

Lyricist：Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

When you say goodbye I really want to know
Everything you do and every place you go
And did you take a regular supply
Of those crazy little Tampax with you

It hurts me deep inside, it hurts me outside too
I feel a little pardon and I feel a little used
If you ever needed someone to polish up your shoes
I'll be waiting with my brush

I'd move to Italy with you if I had the money
But 'til then I'll sit at home and read maps and go to pub
Where the weather isn't sunny and the weather isn't bad
Where the bellies look so happy but the faces look so sad

But it doesn't really matter what's outside
'Cause I'm in here and he's in here
And she's in here and they're in here
We're all in here, we're all so glad

And in our own funny way we're all in Italy anyway
Eating fancy pasta, climbing mountain ranges
Drinking ice-cold lagers, living in Spanish castles
We're all with you, in our thoughts

In white ankle socks and pink Bermuda shorts
I'll be with you, with you one day, we'll all be with you, with
you one day
One sunny beach, one sunny life, we're all glad for you
But 'til then, we're all glad for you, I'm so glad

I am a man, and I have a tent, I have a ball and a bat
I have a li-lo, I have a bucket
I have a good, good, good pair of trunks
I've got a good, good pair of trunks

Well here I am at the airport, with my passport
I have a brain but only just, and we're all glad
We're all so glad, I'm so glad, she's so glad, he's so glad
You know how glad I am？


71.This Old Skin

Lyricist：Bobby Christiansand, Barry Klein

It was '96 in South Carolina
That's the place and not the goddamn year
Sittin' on the porch out at Bobby's place
Just tuggin' on a Lukewarm beer

And there I was peepin' like an old sidewinder
Just an inch or so above the mud
The first to find out that it's rainin'
Is the last to find out it's a flood

And it was paradise valley Nevada
Not far from where the west was won
I am the only black face in the whole damn place
Just a raisin' in the blazing sun

And there I am like that old sidewinder
Just wishin' that her eggs ain't hatched
And the chain I wear has 'em wishin' for the day
When it came with a ball attached

So I'm gonna move, right outta this town
This old skin, stops weighing me down
This old skin

He was sittin' in the very same spot that Otis
Sat to watch the dock of the bay
In the very same spot,that the ships rolled in
Now there's nothin' but the mud and the clay

I'm gonna move,right outta this town
This old skin is weighing me down
This old skin

Outside Orlando in the sunshine state
Has just upped itself another degree
I am the very last orange of the whole year's crop
Hangin' dearly to the branch of the tree

And the wind and the spring couldn't do anything
So I'm burnin' in the sun of the south
That old sidewinder in the dust below
I'm just waiting till it opens its mouth

So I'm gonna move, right outta this town
When this old skin, finally touches the ground
This old skin

He was sittin' in the very same spot that Otis
Sat to watch the dock of the bay
And the very same spot the ships rolled in
Now there's nothing but the mud and the clay

Now, I'm gonna move, right outta this town
When this old skin, finally touches the ground
This old skin

This old skin
This old skin
This old skin


72.Les Yeux Ouverts

Ce souvenir je te le rends
Des souvenirs, tu sais j'en ai tellement
Puisqu'on rêva de jours errants
Pas la peine de changer trop

Ce souvenir je te le prends
Des souvenirs, comme ca j'en ai tout le temps
Si par erreur la vie nous sépare
J'le sortirai d'mon tiroir

J'reve les yeux ouverts
Ã＊a m'fait du bien
Ã＊a ne va pas plus loin
J'vais pas voir derriere
Puisque j'aime bien
Vivement demain

Un dernier verre de sherry
Du sherry mon amant quand je m'ennuie
Tous les jours se ressemblent a présent
Tu me manques terriblement

J'reve les yeux ouverts
Ã＊a m'fait du bien
Ã＊a ne va pas plus loin
J'vais pas voir derriere
Puisque j'aime bien
Vivement demain

Un dernier verre de sherry
Du sherry mon amant quand je m'ennuie
Tous les jours se ressemblent a présent
Tu me manques terriblement