Here's a nice ballad, like the six thousand others. It's a love song again, it'll probably get covered. No, the drums don't come in yet, that's in three
When I see all those poxy posy mods, I want to beat up all the silly sods. When I see them walking down the street, it makes me puke 'cos they look so
Del says .. "Sax solo by a busker pulled in at Waterloo Station, Obviously paid nowt, Thacher was in power remember !!!" I can't go out and socialise
We're busy doing nothing, working all day through, we're trying to find lots of things not to do. We're busy going nowhere, isn't it such a crime ?
You're a child molester from down town. Get little kids and pull their pants down. Put plastic bags upon their heads. Suffocate them until they're dead
I am here but where is she ? We were supposed to meet at three. Now I'm soaking wet from the pouring rain, it looks like I've been blown out again.
You really haven't got a clue, you sit and watch your house burn down. We don't need you to hang around, waiting for a break to make the same mistake.
Planned down to the last detail, this one job that couldn't fail. Broke in on the night before, one guard no trouble to the four. Seven million on that
I'm gonna' tell you a lil' story now, about unrequited love .. .. There must be something better, there must be something more, there must be some good
You'll see my name on a street of stars. But I can't cope now, with all the empty bars. Well it's one step forward, three steps back, your pockets empty
Especially for you, I wanna let you know what I was going through. All the times we were apart I thought of you. You were in my heart, our love never
The baby crawls, the baby growls, to all concerned in fits and snarls. The baby burns, unbridled thoughts, to rise again above it all. Yeah bow down
Elvis had an heart-attack, 'cos he got too bleedin' fat. He weighed nearly half a ton, he looked more like a pregnant mum. Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead
Fun .. .. love .. .. and money .. .. Don't want to sit on the sideline and stare at the skyline, just wanna' be free. Need to, make a few headlines,
The news came in the post today, that changed his systematic ways. His bank account is empty now, he's thrown away his marriage vows. The Rat-Race has
The sick patch on the carpet, the night we drank too much. The gravy stains on the Belling Stove, it misses the woman's touch. The hair on the soap,
Standing in a crowded bar alone pissed out of my mind, "Hello baby, how are you ?", a voice came from behind. I turn to see a tasty blonde but cannot
Folks round here still remember him well, there's many a man with a story to tell. Cos' that man Trapper and the things he did, made you forget about
