1.I Can't Stand It
Before being a man
Livin' in a garbage pail
My landlady call me up
She tried to hit me with a mop
I can't stand it anymore more
I can't stand it anymore more
I can't stand it anymore more
But if Shelly she would just come back
It'll be allright
But if Shelly she would just come back
It'll be allright
I live with thirteen dead cats
A purple who hear spats
They're all livin in a hall
And I can't stand it anymore
I can't stand it anymore more
I can't stand it anymore more
I can't stand it anymore more
But if Shelly she would just come back
It'll be allright
But if Shelly she would just come back
It'll be allright
Before being a man
Livin' in a garbage pail
My landlady call me up
She tried to hit me with a mop
I can't stand it anymore more
I can't stand it anymore more
I can't stand it anymore more
But if Shelly she would just come back
It'll be allright
But if Shelly she would just come back
It'll be allright
Be allright, be allright....
2.Big Sky
Lyricist：Raymond Davies
Big sky looked down on all the people
Looking up at the big sky
Everybody pushing
One another around
Big sky feels sad when he sees
The children scream and cry
But the big sky's too big
To let it get him down
Big sky too big to cry
Big sky too high to see
People like you and me
One day we'll be free
We won't care, just you see
'Til that day can be
Don't let it get you down
When I feel that the world
Is too much for me
I think of the big sky
And nothing matters much to me
Big sky looked down on all the people
Who think they got problems
They get depressed and they hold their head
In their hands and cry
People lift up their hands
And they look up to the big sky
But big sky is too big to sympathize
Big sky's too occupied
Though he would like to try
And he feels bad inside
Big sky's too big to cry
One day we'll be free, we won't care
Just you wait and see
'Til that day can be
Don't let it get you down
When I feel that the world
Is too much for me
I think of the big sky
And nothing matters much to me
3.The Crystal Ship
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss
Another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again
We'll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry
I'd rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back
I'll drop a line
4.(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)
(Beastie Boys)
You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, 'Please？' - but she still says, 'No!'
You missed two classes - and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
(chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party
You pop caught you smoking - and he said, 'No way!'
That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!)
(repeat chorus)
Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna
wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, 'What's that noise？'
Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys!
(repeat chorus twice)
5.Damaged Goods
Lyricist：David Geoffrey Allen, Hugo Hamilton Mark Burnham, Andy Gill,
Kenneth George King
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The sins of the flesh
Are simply sins of lust
Sweat's running down your back
Sweat's running down your neck
Heated couplings in the sun
(Or is that untrue？)
Colder couplings in the night
(Never saw your body)
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
Damaged goods, send them back
I can't work, I can't achieve
Send me back, open the till
Give me the change
You said would do me good
Refund the cost
You said you're cheap
But you're too much
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
I'm kissing you goodbye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
Bye
(Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
6.Love Is The Drug
Lyricist：Bryan Ferry, Andrew Edwin Mackay
T'ain't no big thing
To wait for the bell to ring
T'ain't no big thing
The toll of the bell
Aggravated, spare for days
I troll downtown the red light place
Jump up, bubble up, what's in store？
Love is the drug and I need to score
Showing out, showing out, hit and run
Boy meets girl where the beat goes on
Stitched up tight, can't shake free
Love is the drug, got a hook on me
Oh, oh, catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of
Oh, oh, can't you see？
Love is the drug for me
Late that night I park my car
Stake my place in the singles bar
Face to face, toe to toe
Heart to heart as we hit the floor
Lumber up, limbo down
The locked embrace, the stumble round
I say go, she say yes
Dim the lights, you can guess the rest
Oh, oh, catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of
Oh, oh, can't you see？
Love is the drug, got a hook in me
Oh, oh, catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of
Oh, oh, can't you see？
Love is the drug for me
7.Bike
(Pink Floyd)
I've got a bike, you can ride if you like
it's got a basket, a bell that rings
and things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
but I borrowed it
You're the kind of girl
that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything, everything
if you want thing
I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke
there's a tear up the front, it's red and black
I've had it for months
if you think it gould look good
then I guess it should
I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house
I don't know why I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old but he's a good mouse
I've got a clan of gingerbread men
here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men
take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish
I know a room of musical tune
some wine, some gin, most of them are clockwork
let's go into the other room and make them work
8.Pump It Up
Lyricist：Elvis Costello
I've been on tenterhooks
Ending up in dirty looks
Listening to the Muzak
Thinking 'bout this 'n' that
She said that's that
I don't wanna chitter-chat
Turn it down a little bit
Or turn it down flat
Pump it up
When you don't really need it
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Down in the pleasure center
Hell bent or heaven sent
Listen to the propaganda
Listen to the latest slander
There's nothing underhand
That she wouldn't understand
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don't really need it
Don't really need it
Don't really feel it
She's been a bad girl
She's like a chemical
Though you try to stop it
She's like a narcotic
You wanna torture her
You wanna talk to her
All the things you bought for her
Could not get up temperature
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don't really need it
Pump it up
Until you can feel it
Pump it up
When you don't really need it
Don't really need it
Don't really feel it
Don't really feel it
Don't really feel it
9.The Lovecats
Lyricist：Robert James Smith
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you, hissed the lovecats
We're so wonderfully, wonderfully
Wonderfully, wonderfully pretty
Oh, you know that I'd do anything for you
We should have each other to tea, huh？
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream
Into the sea, you and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you, hissed the lovecats
We're so wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully, wonderfully pretty
Oh, you know that I'd do anything for you
We should have each other to dinner, huh？
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up in the fire
Get up for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
It's the perfect dream
Hand in hand
Is the only way to land
And always the right way round
Not broken in pieces
Like hated little meeces
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this？
I love you, let's go
Oh, solid gone
How could we miss
Someone as dumb as this？
10.Queen Bitch
Lyricist：David Bowie
I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
My heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
'Cause she's hoping to score
So I can't see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
And bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
She's an old time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it
She don't make false claims
But she's a Queen, and such are queens
That your laughter
Is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say
Why didn't I say no, no, no？
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
And bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
So I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
Oh, the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah, I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it's no taste at all
It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say
Why didn't I say no, no, no？
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
And bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
11.E.M.I.
Lyricist：Paul Thomas Cook, Stephen Philip Jones, John Lydon, Glen
Matlock
There's unlimited supply
And there is no reason why
I tell you it was all a frame
They only did it 'cause of fame, who？
E.M.I., E.M.I., E.M.I.
Too many people had the suss
Too many people support us
Un-unlimited amount
Too many outlets in and out, who？
E.M.I., E.M.I., E.M.I.
And sir and friends are crucified
A day they wished that we had died
We are an addition, we are ruled by none
Never ever, never
And you thought that we were faking
That we were all just money making
You do not believe we're for real
Or you would lose your cheap appeal
Don't judge a book just by the cover
Unless you cover just another
And blind acceptance is a sign
Of stupid fools who stand in line like
E.M.I., E.M.I., E.M.I.
Unlimited edition
With an unlimited supply
That was the only reason
We all had to say goodbye
Unlimited supply
(E.M.I.)
There is no reason why
(E.M.I.)
I tell you it was all a frame
(E.M.I.)
They only did it 'cause of fame
(E.M.I.)
I do not need the pressure
(E.M.I.)
I can't stand those useless fools
(E.M.I.)
Unlimited supply
(E.M.I)
Hello E.M.I.
Goodbye A ＆ M
12.Up The Junction
Lyricist：Christopher Difford, Glenn Martin Tilbrook
I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
We moved into a basement
With thoughts of our engagement
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The railway arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
And all our time it took up
I got a job with Stanley
He said I'd come in handy
And started me on Monday
So I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hours
And bought the girl some flowers
She said she'd seen a doctor
And nothing now could stop her
I worked all through the winter
The weather brass and bitter
I put away a tenner
Each week to make her better
And when the time was ready
We had to sell the telly
Late evenings by the fire
With little kicks inside her
This morning at 4：50
I took her rather nifty
Down to an incubator
Where thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another
And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging
The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelling
Alone here in the kitchen
I feel there's something missing
I'd beg for some forgiveness
But begging's not my business
And she won't write a letter
Although I always tell her
And so it's my assumption
I'm really up the junction
I never thought it would happen
With me and the girl from Clapham
Out on a windy common
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