1.Goodbye Joe
Lyricist：Bid
Walking to the big screen
Oh, and he looks so good in Technicolor
Kissing him in your dreams
Oh, and you know
Paul Newman's that much duller than him
And you know it's true
It's a sin when he sees you
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Watching him from the back row
Oh, and in bed he looks so wonderful
Sucking chocolate in Pepsi flow
Oh, and all the party girls, they drool for him
And you know it's right
When he wins the one in the light
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Coming close to the big times
Oh, and he sounds so good in stereo
Italian name on a long sign
Oh, and all the Greta Garbos know that it's good
When he's touching the shy
As he should, when he's making your life
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
2.Love Goes Down The Drain
Lyricist：Bid
The creature from the black lagoon
He sits inside her warm, wet womb
He says, Mirror, mirror, tell me truly
Is my hair dank and unruly？
Down and down and down I go
When love goes down the drain
The monster from way out in space
He tears his way up to her face
He says, Mirror, mirror, be real candid：
Does my face need to be sanded？
Down and down and down I go
When love goes down the drain
The beastly from the foulest end
He slips around the toilet bend
He says, is this how one ages, ergo
Does it happen to all Virgos？
Down and down and down I go
When love goes down the drain
3.Tomorrow Will Be Too Long
Lyricist：Bid, John David Haney
Go easy, go easy, go easy
Go easy on your promises
And charity shown to clowns
Chansons d'amour are rising
On the other side of town
Listen to the music fade away
Blessed by a broken wand
Today has passed forever
Tomorrow will be too long
Go easy, go easy, go easy
Somewhere a tide of harder eyes
Brings guns to bridal suites
The interrupted lovers
Stand and shiver in floodlit streets
Listen to the music fade away
Blessed by a broken wand
Today has passed forever
Tomorrow will be too long
Go easy, go easy, go easy
The tears of the devil have
Burned the seeds of pity
Radiation leads them
To the heart of a dying city
Listen to the music fade away
Blessed by a broken wand
Today has passed forever
Tomorrow will be too long
4.B-I-D Spells Bid
Lyricist：Bid
I am true unto my name
I am free from sin and blame
I have no desire for fame
But it's bid with a B-I-D
'Cause B with a Z spells BZ
I am pure in heart and mind
I am selfless, good and kind
I am nothing, but you'll find
That it's bid with a B-I-D
'Cause B with a J spells BJ
From all pride and vain conceit
From all lying and deceit
From all spite and angry heat
Save us, bid
I am joyous, full of mirth
I am born of noble birth
I'm meek, but for what it's worth
It's spelt bid with a B-I-D
'Cause B with a K spells BK
I am modest, I am mild
I was charming as a child
I've no taste, nor any style
But it's bid with a B-I-d
'Cause B with a Y spells 'Bye'
From all sloth and idleness
From not caring for distress
From all lust and greediness
Save us, bid
From refusing to obey
From the love of our own way
From forgetfulness to pray
Save us, bid
5.Apocalypso
Lyricist：Bid, John David Haney, Square, Andy Warren
Sing ho, for the A-bomb melody
It merrily whistles down on me
I'm wrapped in silver foil
My blood is on the boil
B 52's flutter coyly
All I want is a flat in Berkeley Square
With color TV set, reclining chair
Big box of Suchard for me to devour
Antique grandfather clock, phone in the shower
Hurrah, for the missiles from heaven's gate
They syncopate gaily in 7／8
I mambo to the sound
Of Martels, air-to-ground
I hear the baying of Bloodhounds
All I require is a Rolls-Royce Corniche
Cocktail cabinet for the nouveaux riches
Persian carpets and Van Goghs in the boot
Cardin 3-piece beneath my Noddy suit
Hip, hip, for machine gun, breve and rest
It beats out a rhythm in my chest
Crotchets in my belly
Turn my legs to jelly
Quavers are F sharp and L, G
All I desire is a Swiss bank account
Given an O.B.E. and made a Count
Country estate with a resident staff
Acute angina and an epitaph
6.Karma Suture
Lyricist：Bid, John David Haney, Square
The DJs are dedicating music to the dead
She has no suspicion of the things that lie ahead
Pulled up in an empty street without a sign of life
She relaxed, she didn't know that time was getting tight
If she looked into his eyes she'd surely change her mind
She was just a lonely girl who thought she'd made a find
Turning up the radio and switching off the light
Now she's been commissioned in the armies of the night
The DJs dedication's drowning out her screams
She cannot absorb the shock, she's such a soft machine
Smashing up the radio and turning out the lights
Now she's been commissioned in the armies of the night
7.Sweet Chariots
Lyricist：John David Haney, Ganesh Seshadri
Starry midnight, robed in shadows
Give my weary heart release
Spread your sable covering mantle
Over me, to rest in peace
And my eyes are staring blankly
And my teeth are shining bright
And sweet, sweet chariots
They roll across the sky
Sweet, sweet chariots
They roll across the sky
Midnight prowlers of the jungle
Steal beneath the holy shade
Just as the breath obscures the mirror
So reflections slowly fade
And my voice is ever singing
And my soul is full of light
And sweet, sweet chariots
They roll across the sky
Sweet, sweet chariots
They roll across the sky
Thundercloud, black and gray
Getting darker every day
I am blessed, I am an angel
And my wings are silver-white
And sweet, sweet chariots
They roll across the sky
Sweet, sweet chariots
They roll across the sky
8.Straits Of Malacca
Lyricist：John David Haney, Thomas Woodburne B Hardy, Ganesh Seshadri
There is a house in Penang
So well known to the old gang
Brace yourselves, take up the slack
In our mouths, the rubber bits
Then exposed whereon one sits
First the swish and then the crack
I've a predilection, a liking for the pain
Of a taste of the cat and a touch of cane
Oh, play up, play up and play the game
Had the preference since school
Simply had to break the rules
Short sharp shocks, ah, swish, swish, swish
Shirt tails up, long shorts down
In a sleazy part of town
Broke a tooth, then make a wish
I've a predilection, a liking for the pain
Of a taste of the cat and a touch of cane
Oh, play up, play up and play the game
Much it costs, this little treat
It's the high point of the week
One more drink anaesthetised
It's a very private show, over the table we now go
Perk your bottoms and roll your eyes
I've a predilection, a liking for the pain
Of a taste of the cat and a touch of cane
Oh, play up, play up and play the game
9.The Man With The Black Moustache
Lyricist：Bid, John David Haney, Square, Andy Warren
When he speaks, he's never loud
You could lose him in a crowd
Changing color with the clouds
Self effacing at the start
Oh, so well he plays his part
Secret violence in his heart
Something stirring deeper down
This man is no children's clown
Leads you on to shaky ground
All good things, they have to end
Only so much you can spend
Broken faith is slow to mend
10.Ici Les Enfants
Lyricist：Bid, John David Haney
Oh, pretty baby, you've been driving me wild
With the face of a woman and the body of a child
I saw your first take and all the out-cuts
You've been driving my middle-aged blood pressure up
Ici les enfants du paradis
Ici les enfants du paradis
Ici les enfants
When I get close to you, hear your murmuring heart
The moon turns black and I know why you got the part
I know you're only twelve, so I'll keep it pretty tame
You're just a little girl who's new to the game
Ici les enfants du paradis
Ici les enfants du paradis
Ici les enfants
You've come a long way from the ivory snow
I'm not a social worker, will you give it a go？
Louis, Louis, you've really got it sussed
Tell her it's art and keep the money in trust
Ici les enfants du paradis
Ici les enfants du paradis
Ici les enfants
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