Альбом Adam Ant

Once is never enough
Never is never was
Here and now is all that counts
Here and now in large amounts
Be beautiful but shut up
The going can be real tough

You can keep your fancy bars
Clubby friends and fast cars
And when the going gets hard
You can eat your credit cards
I really tried to fight it
But what the hell I like it

There is always room at the top
Don't let them tell you there is not
Made in England born and bred
An eighteenth century brain
In a twenty-first century head

Room at the top - so eighteenth century
Room at the top - so eighteenth century
Room at the top
There's always room

If some of this fits you
Or like the things that you might do
It's the pleasure and the pain
That makes us do it all again
They say
Be beautiful and shut up
The going can be real tough

Down in the jungle
Feeling very fat
You better hit the floor
and give me twenty
And the girls sing

Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
Do it till you're sore
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
I know what you're looking for

Heaven's where you find it
So sit back and relax
I wouldn't be so sure
'Cos we need plenty
And the girls sing girls sing

Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
Do it till you're sore
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
I know what you're looking for

Rough Stuff when a man's got to do
What a man's got to do
What a man's got to do oh yeah
Rough Stuff when the time is right
And the place you go to whale
Gotta out something down

How far can you get
And still come back alive?
You never hear the shot
The shot that gets you
And the girls sing girls sing

Adam Ant/Kevin Rowland

I'll take it round
Round by round
And I will pay if you don't mind
So just say hello
Or even stare
But don't talk about me
When I'm standing there
So you run your life
And I'll run mine
Don't ask how I am
You're no friend of mine
I've made my own bed
It suits me fine
I don't know your name
But you sure know mine
I'm not hard to get on with
You'd try the patience
Of a saint
If you keep on talking to me
With all of your crude advice
I'll talk to you my friend
And it won't be nice
If you keep on doing what you're doing
I'm gonna vexed with you
If you keep on doing what you're doing
You're gonna be next
I'll take it round
Round by round
Don't want to hear bells when I hit the ground
After awhile you get used to pain
If you knock me down
I'll just get up again
Now these things I say
Sound hard for you
Well that's just because
You've got no point of view
Some people talk and never do
And that's the big difference
Between me and you
If you keep doing what you're doing......

Adam Ant/Andre Cymone

Pick your honey up never let her go
Say you want an answer the answer isn't no
Do it any style right across the floor
And when you feel exhausted
Then you know it's time for more
I love it when you tease
And better when you pose
But I can't kiss a lipstick
Or date a pile of clothes
You really got a bod
I saw it so I know
So why the sweats and baggy clothes
Like you don't have to show
Rebob the Bebop doin' it doggie style
I wanna see you sweat that would be unique
'Cos all that really matters is your
Manners and physique yeah
Manners and physique
Manners and physique
I wanna see you sweat
That would be unique
'Cos all that really matters is your
Manners and physique
Pick your honey up never let her go
Say you want an answer the answer isn't no
When you gonna stop
Crawling on your back
Treating daily workout
Like an aphrodisiac
Now you quit the drugs
And the messing around
But you be very careful
That you don't get musclebound
You've tuned up everything
Tighter than a drum
So tell me what's the point
If you don't share it with someone

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

I feel suspended in space
In another time and place
To talk would burst the bubble
Just want to lie next to you
And appreciate the view
And hope it lasts forever
We do not have to play games
Or listen to all the names
They have for Russian roulette
If it's good enough for the Gemini Guys
Then it's good enough for me
You can't set rules about love
You can't set rules about love
So the I becomes we
We make our own chemistry
To move is too much trouble
I hope we won't separate
Return to our normal state
As long as we're together
So if it's yes or it's no
Chime time says the radio
Why don't you kiss me deadly
If and when you slip away
Just don't let me hear you say
Good morning and goodbye
Revolution -- the fourth and final part
Revolution -- afterplay with my heart

Adam ant

One million a. d.
There'll be you there'll be me
Rocky's dead
That's rocky 1003
Red stars and stripes
One big team
With little europe
In between

U. s. s. a.
U. s. s. a.
U. s. s.
What you want is what you get now
U. s. s. a.
U. s. s. a.
U. s. s.
Rearrange the alphabet

One million a. d.


We get on happily
Rocky's dead
That's a real tragedy
Synthesizers made us slaves
So we smashed them up
To decorate our caves

Look out 'cos armageddon's gonna rock you
He got plans for you and me
Look out for armageddon on the goodship
Faith, hope, and anarchy

One million a. d.
We don't dig history
We killed the gonk
To avenge rocky
We've archive footage
How it all began
The film was called
How the west was won
Move over

Adam Ant

There they go the buccaneers
Hand and hand in leather glove
So fast so crazy
With a creepy kind of love
Bright lights, black leather
Bright lights, black leather
Some towns make me anxious
Others sane but sad
But West Berlin's by far the strangest time
I ever had
All night town of punks and art
All saying look at me
Never seen so much black leather
Even on car hoods
Surrounded by East Germany
So
They want to know just who you are
Or how they can amuse you
Squatters freaks Mohicans
Or even a wall of voodoo
If I had to sum it up
Without sounding too clever
I'd have to say my life has been
A case of bright lights
Black leather

Down in Piccadilly down in West One
They dress like Laurence Harvey
The immaculate son
She looks good and lovely
A sight for all to see
With a voice you could get lost in
Eighteen...

He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if we can

Down in Piccadilly down in West One
Drinking cups of coffee
In Fortnum and Mason
She looks good and lovely
Trained in luxury
With a voice you could get lost in
Eighteen...

He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can

Lock up your daughters

Down in Piccadilly in the West One
If you're really lucky
You'll see Francis Bacon
He paints good and lovely
A sight for all to see
In a world you could get lost in
Eighty...

Here they come here they come
Piccadilly West One
It's real what they feel
No doubt about it
Here they come here they come
Piccadilly West One
Get rich quick
And live to count it

Have a lucky charm and a usual crew
And a wild guitar 'cos it's good for you
Get a pair of legs about three feet long
And a Dangerous Jane to lay kisses on

But be young dumb and full of it
Young dumb and full of it full of it

Keep your friends real close
And keep your enemies closer
And be a real Hoss Carwright on the Ponderosa
Get a kingsize brain with the funk gone wrong
And bite the hand that you feed upon

But be young dumb and full of it
Young dumb and full of it full of it

Show the squares some class with some bravado
And a whiff of the kicks that they'll never know
Tell the party jerk if he shows again
You're gonna work on his head with a six foot chain.

But be young dumb and full of it
Shake up New York shakedown gypsy

The trouble with Mary and the truth about Frank
They wanted the money but they wouldn't rob banks
They wouldn't just get down yelling for the hell of it
Should have been young dumb and full of it full of it

Legend has it in forty seven
Four thousand bikes met a force of seven
Fourth of July was the time
In a town called Hollister
At the uphill climb

Poor Jack Kerouac
Riding with his paperback Camus
In the pocket of his army fatigues
It's kind of hard to spend your time
Keeping cans of soup in line
When you've been the waist gunner
On a B.17 singing

Anger Incorporated
Anger
Anger Incorporated
Anger

Whoever you are
They will scare
No friend of hoodlums anywhere
Like John Dillinger -- number one
Crime crazy filthiness all rolled into one

Born in the shadow of the Boozefighters
In tiny bars and up all nighters
Terrorizing the local staff
Cool and crazy
Two wheeled Luftwaffe