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Well the room was pink and the signs were serious
Paperback dolls being slammed delirious
Feeling like a joke in the bar underneath
And it was Saturday night in the year of the good thief
Well I tumbled up the stairs the wrong way round
I hit my head on the ceiling when my feet hit the ground
And then the big dumb blonde in the gold fish bowl
cried Ella's in the band but she's got no soul
My friend John was a serious one
Buttoned up the back and a job half done
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
When will he ever learn?
Well the night was spent and my money was young
And then I had to get home before my neck was wrung
And everybody danced in the same old way
And if I'm feeling old and desperate I'll be back some day
My friend John was a serious one
Buttoned up the back and a job half done
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
When will he ever learn?
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Pull me up a chair and keep your money
There's no guarantees
Wont you please forgive me
But you know cold blooded women make me sneeze
And I'll kick you out the door
If for just one minute you lie
And they'll come crashing though the wall
And leave you crawling till the minute you die
Pour yourself a drink or three
And maybe we'll think clearer for a while
You may be an embarrassment
But I love the way your clothes are never in style
Living's much too easy
And dying would be some kind of bore
Well you swear that you're original
But I know I've seen those jealous eyes before
So steal the watch from off my wrist
Oh and shake me by the hand
We could disappear for days
And they wouldn't understand
Gypsy blood will get you far
And they will not miss you when you go
Tear another hole in my brown shoes
And we can all sleep for a while
Well I told you once before
I love your braces and your hesitant smile
But please don't get me wrong it's only right
That you can stamp on my heart
Well I've seen you and your friend some place
You know I just can tell you apart
And though they'll hunt you like a dog
They wont take you alive
Coz you've made them piles of money
Stacked up twenty stories high
And the boys in every bar
They will not miss you when you go
So steal the watch from off my wrist
Oh and shake me by the hand
We could disappear for days
And they wouldn't understand
Gypsy blood will get you far
Though it's far away from me
Look me up when you get home
And maybe then we'll see
Well they'll hunt you like a dog
But they wont take you alive
Coz you made them piles of money
Stacked up twenty stories high
And the boys in every bar
Well they'll miss you when you're gone
You can tell a heady tale
And we'll both keep screaming on
la la.....
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Well there's nothing more to add before I leave
This thing of ours is dead but don't you grieve
Is it me or are they younger every night?
Just because they can it doesn't make it all right
I'm hangin by my teeth, waiting on quick relief
While the kids don't sleep for days
I could die in a hundred odd ways
And I'm so sick of hearing how your love for this has died
But don't tell me you could do it if you tried
It's a shame or a sham he's half as old as I am
But don't tell me he could look good if he tried
Well it terrifies the life from out of me
It's really such a lazy way to be
Hiding in the bedroom, climbing up the walls
You've got to kick it out of me gently
Till it begs and pleads and crawls
And I'm so sick of hearing how your love for this has died
But don't tell me you could do it if you tried
It's a shame or a sham he's half as old as I am
But don't tell me he could look good if he tried
And I'm so sick of hearing how your love for this has died
But don't tell me you could do it if you tried
It's a shame or a sham he's half as old as I am
But don't tell me he could look good if he tried
And wont you make sure my mother gets half my weight in gold
Tell her I just did what I was told
Grab your expensive coat and bury it inside
But don't tell me you could do it if you tried
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Well look out sunshine here they go
They've got yesterdays heroes in last nights clothes
You're a game old boy judging by the way you walk
Well there's no use telling me to leave
I've seen a half a dozen ghosts but I don't believe
I'm a cynical cunt and I'm much too lazy to change
And tell my friends I'll be around
Getting nowhere, sleeping somewhere
With a girl I dreamed, oh yeah
And sing that old song, how does it go?
Look out Sunshine here's the punch line
No one gets you any more
Well look out Sunshine here they come
But they only play for money, you better not run
It's the sell out show that no one wants to go to, yeah
Well there's none so blind as them that don't agree
They steal the money from your pockets almost viciously
You're a sane old boy and you're much to crazy to change
And tell my friends I'll be around
Getting nowhere, sleeping somewhere
With a girl I dreamed, oh yeah
And sing that old song how does it go?
Look out Sunshine here's the punch line
No one gets you any more
And what do you mean
You were born to love this scene
And they would string you up gladly
If they knew just how lazy you'd been
And tell my friends I'll be around
Getting nowhere, sleeping somewhere
With a girl I dreamed, oh yeah
And sing that old song how does it go?
Look out Sunshine here's the punch line
No one gets you any
No one needs you any
No one gets you any more
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She can't help it, the girl can't help it
You can find her scratching around in the dark
Just another candle chasing a spark
You can find her screaming along with the ghosts
Reminds you she's the one you needed the most
And then you're out there on your own again
No one believes you when you lie
I still see all the old girls now and then
Catching the moonlight as they cry
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
The wrong way round's the right way up when she calls
And can laugh but it won't mean nothing at all
Yes you can find her scratching away in her room
Stumblin' round by the light of the stragglers moon
And then you're out there digging holes again
Six million people can't be wrong
Some day you'll buy the perfect soul and then
you can get back where you belong
And then you're out there on your own again
No one believes you when you lie
I still see all the old girls now and then
catching the moonlight when they cry
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1, 2, 3, Owww
Mistress Mabel, you're seriously wrong,
Clears my table, bang and then she's is gone,
Takes a ??? if you let her,
Yes she's old but she should know better,
Oh dear Mabel please don't put me on,
Mistress Mabel, all the kids agree,
You're unstable, curious and free,
Wine em down, and then keep em kickin',
sunken eyed and all panic stricken'
Oh Dear Mabel it still worries me.
Well and like rat bag, so they told her,
Last nights name tag, across her shoulder.
Tell me where all the days have gone, When you rocked my cradle
Tell me Mabel.
Where'd you go when you cant go on with this willful fable
Tell me Mabel.
Mistress Mabel, won't you marry me?
I'm unable to take it seriously
I'll be good, and you'll be a minute
I wish you would, or I'll drop you in it.
Oh dear Mabel wont you marry me?
And like rat bag, so they told her,
Last nights name tag, across her shoulder.
Tell me where all the days have gone, When you rocked my cradle,
Tell me Mabel.
Where'd you go when you cant go on with this wealthy fable,
Tell me Mabel.
Tell me Mabel.
Tell me where all the days have gone, When you rocked my cradle,
Tell me Mabel.
Where'd you go when you cant go on with this wealthy fable,
Tell me Mabel.
Tell me where all the days have gone, When you rocked my cradle,
Tell me Mabel.
Where'd you go when you cant go on with this filthy fable,
Tell me Mabel.
Tell me Mabel.
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Jesus stole my baby
Jesus stole my girl
He took her away for an hour every sunday
And cut all of her beautiful curls
She was always easy seven days of the week
Now she's a bore and I've seen it before
She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique
Said that she just want's to save me
Said you can't go on the way that you are
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar
And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me
I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so god damn seriously
Well I've always been in love with her treasure
But she might as well be locked up in chains
When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains
Now if I could only talk to this Jesus
I'd tell him just how lonely I've been
I'd ask him to send home my baby again
So she can see what kinda state I've been in
Jesus stole my baby
So maybe I should steal his
She used to be mine
Now she's so dull and divine
May not be nice but thats the way that it
is
And I'm lost here among the clowns
Jesus men in gowns
All sandals and out of tune guitars
And she talks in terrified tones
Of skeleton bones
Screaming through a mangled microphone
And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me
I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so god damn seriously
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Babydoll,
Do you believe they'll catch you when you fall?
And when morning comes
The sun is gonna shine
Don't forget your minor key's
Your half lit cigarette
Cause when morning comes
God knows that you'll be mine
So let me in
I'm ready to beg and to sing for my sins
Not leave it to chance
And sweet coincidence
Well that's just crazy
And you know it's true
Well they said you was long gone
I just laughed and said alright
Bring her home tonight
And I heard you was graciously put on
I just laughed and said good night
Guess it's alright
Babydoll,
The men who hang like flowers in you're hall
Are asking when you're love is gonna show
And who knows why
The love you need will always pass you by
Well I heard it's true
You're love is gonna grow
So let me know
Cause I can stay or honey I can go
Just to wherever you tell me so
And find my place there and there I'll stay
Well they said you was burned out
I just laughed and said come on
She's not burned she's just gone
And it took me too long till I found out
Faces that you know the best
Oh well I guess
And they laughed when you said you was leaving
Everybody knows you well
Cept for me, can't you tell
And you watched from the wings of the late show
Roses by you're feet, of red
All for me you said
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Well once I was persuaded to open up my head
I told them how it was and went and got it wrong instead
I said would you believe me if you only knew
I'd been stealing everything, this conversations through
And the boy cried hang him at three
I saw him on the front page laughing at me
He worked in a fairground in a tall hat
He's a liar he's a liar and a good one at that
Say what you want to say what you will
Write your number on my telephone bill
Walk like a monkey, kick like a mule
I could be your beggar but I'd rather be just as cruel
So I told them all I could about what could they expect
but I lost my sense of smell and I gained my self respect
They told me I was curious I told them they were slow
They asked me were I get this stuff I told them I don't know
And the boy cried whoopi de dee
There's a woman with a mustache who wont let me be
Though she was born on a Monday she's a hundred and four
She's a liar she's a liar and a little bit more
Say what you want to say what you will
Write your number on my telephone bill
walk like a monkey, kick like a mule
I could be your beggar but I'd rather be just as cruel
And the boy cried hang him at three
I saw him on the front page laughing at me
He worked in a fairground in a tall hat
He's a liar, he's a liar and a good one at that
Say what you want to say what you will
Write your number on my telephone bill
Walk like a monkey, kick like a mule
I could be your beggar but I'd rather be just as cruel
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Well let me tell you something, let me tell you so
This could be the one thing that you really need to know
You got to stop once in a while and shake off that face of yours
Cause nothing comes easy no it just comes free
You could sing it better if you'd sing it for me, oh sister
Well cannot claim this advice as my own
I learned it in the gutter one night coming home
She said Don't you look ridiculous I checked her out meticulously
And though I would've stopped to argue but my teeth were broke
I said I'd love to contradict you but my life's a joke, oh sister
She said I'm no genius and I've lost my self
the books are on the table and the secret's on the shelf
And it's one time keep it slow wind them up and here we go
Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow
Some said she was saintly to some she was a singer
Me I only knew here as an acid jazz singer, come on
Well I'm a lucky man and maybe so is she
And maybe this is just the way it has to be
It's all based on speculation seems a crazy occupation to me
And though I didn't much believe her I was bound to call
I really didn't want to miss a single thing at all, oh sister
She said I'm no genius and I've lost my self
the books are on the table and the secret's on the shelf
And it's one time keep it slow wind them up and here we go
Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow
Some said she was saintly to some she was a singer
Me I only knew here as an acid jazz singer, come on
She said I'm no genius and I've lost my self
the books are on the table and the secret's on the shelf
And it's one time keep it slow wind them up and here we go
Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow
Some said she was saintly to some she was a singer
Me I only knew here as an acid jazz singer
I haven't seen her lately man I have to ring her
Put your hands together for the Acid jazz singer, come on
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Well just slow down come on Lupe Brown
Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave
Well she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believe
Don't go down, throw your arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to me
Well your girlfriend made me itch
And though I'll keep you in mind I would be happy to switch
I don't know where you got that voice
But I would sell it to London if you gave me the choice
Check those old clothes and those red bows
though you're a scrawny pup I would be happy just to cheer you up, oh yes
Well you just slow down, come on Lupe Brown
Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave
Well she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believe
Don't go down throw your arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to me
You got nothing I wish to steal
Cause i got nothing to give you on account of Lucille
She don't walk like a cripple should
Well she's Colombia's finest oh, she's better than good
Wednesday's DJs came in side ways
Yelling for the mother of the sister and the brother of Orla the tease
Well just slow down come on Lupe Brown
Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave
Well she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believe
Don't go down throw your arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well you meant everything to them, but you meant nothing to me
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Tell me where you've been to, point me to the door
I've seen you around but I really can't be sure
And all the hatchet men are busy climbing up the wall
Banging on the window, tearing down the hall
And the last chance girl in a first dance swirl
Leans her head down on the wooden floor
Won't be dancing anymore
And where do they go when the thrills have gone?
And the last song plays down at babylon
Five hundred kids shout what's the deal?
It's a very confusing way to feel
The radio is silent except for wicked bands
Sounding like the last one, always in demand
And now the city is off limits to everyone in blue
Nothing's getting in there, no one's getting through
And it's no surprise when the last light dies
And the girl upon the wooden floor won't be dancing anymore
And where do they go when the thrills have gone?
And the last song plays down at babylon
Five hundred kids shout what's the deal?
It's a very confusing way to feel
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