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| 1. |
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Good morning miss Can I help you son? Sixteen today And up for fun I'm a big boy now Or so they say So if you'll serve I'll be on my way Box of balloons With the feather-light touch Pack of party-poppers That pop in the night A toothbrush and hairspray Plastic grin Miss Clay on all corners Has just walked in Welcome to the House of Fun Now I've come of age Welcome to the House of Fun Welcome to the lion's den Temptation's on his way Welcome to the House of N-n-n-n-n-n-no no miss You misunderstood Sixteen big boy Full pint in my manhood I'm up to date And the date's today So if you'll serve I'll be on my way Welcome to the House of Fun Now I've come of age Welcome to the lion's den Temptation's on his way Welcome to the House of (Fun) I'm sorry son But we don't stock Party gimmicks In this shop Try the House of Fun It's quicker if you run This is a chemist Not a jokers' shop! Party hats Simple enough clear Comprehende savvy understand Do you hear? A pack of party hats With the coloured tips Too late! Gorgon's heard gossip Well hello Joe, hello Miss Clay Many happy returns from the day Welcome to the House of Fun Now I've come of age Welcome to the House of Fun Welcome to the lion's den Temptation's on his way Welcome to the House of Fun Welcome to the House of Fun |
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| 2. |
| 3:34 |
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You can't help the way you feel
Realise that this is real |
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| 3. |
| 3:01 |
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Take time for your pleasure
And laugh with love Take the hand of another And sing for the wings of a dove Wo-oh, wo-oh For the wings of a dove Wo-oh, wo-oh For the wings of a dove Look up at the rooftops When you're walking round Don't think for a moment Of looking down Wo-oh, wo-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah) For the wings of a dove Wo-oh, wo-oh For the wings of a dove Wo-oh, wo-oh For the wings of a dove Wo-oh, wo-oh For the wings of a dove Hallelujah Hallelujah Look up at the rooftops When you're walking round Don't think for a moment Of looking down A room at the top Where we're not allowed Cheer to the echo Can you hear the sound Wo-oh, wo-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah) For the wings of a dove Wo-oh, wo-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah) For the wings of a dove Wo-oh, wo-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah) For the wings of a dove Wo-oh, wo-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah) For the wings of a dove (Blue train) (The blue train's taking me from you) |
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| 4. |
| 2:07 |
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Whoa oh
Staggering home everybody sings All the old songs the cockney routines All the old women, all the young men Try changing places then back again Old man in the morning, Young man at night Breakfast full of wisdom Until you hit the lights Knock back the drinks , hitch up your skirt Fall over backwords undo your shirt Everyone shouting what a terrible state Age creeping backwards as it gets late Old man in the morning, Young man at night Breakfast full of wisdom Until you hit the lights Have a quick short, forget about work Have a couple more then you go beserk Who cares about this morning, wise old man The wisdom comes up later and goes down the pan Old man in the morning, Young man at night Breakfast full of wisdom Until you hit the lights Then another round, forget whos turn Waking up to feel your stomach churn Whos in the chair and whos on the floor Incoherants knocking on the door Old man in the morning, Young man at night Breakfast full of wisdom Until you hit the lights Hit the lights |
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| 2:45 |
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My girl's mad at me
I didn't wanna go see the film tonight I found it hard to say She thought I'd had enough of her Why can't she see She's lovely to me? But I like to stay in And watch t.v. on my own Every now and then My girl's mad at me Been on the telephoncle for an hour We hardly said a word I tried and tried but I could not be heard Why can't I explain? Why do I feel this pain? 'Cause everything I say She doesn't understand She doesn't realise She takes it all the wrong way My girl's mad at me We argued just the other night I thought we'd got it straight We talked and talked until it was light I thought we'd agreed I thought we'd talked it out Now when I try to speak She says that I don't care She says I'm unaware And now she says I'm weak |
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| 6. |
| 2:19 |
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I didnt want to,
Leave you behind, But your clothes werent stepping, Into line. Too much self pity, Not enough nitty griity And just when you were looking pretty Pretty boring, pretty drab, out of date, colors bad, You should know it stays the same. No individuals things ever change. But oif its new, its in the past. Everything goes by so fast. Upstaged by the supporting cast. Dont ask the girlfreind to throw it away, It'll be in fashion by next Friday, Hoping our clothes have something say Take It Away! haha... The in vogue clock goes spinning round Space age fasion lifts off the ground Just accept the new faith Try and look common place Instead of looking out of place But cant you see I'm staying still, that rich little bastards made me Ill, Ill, ILL! |
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| 7. |
| 2:35 |
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Naughty boys in nasty schools
Headmasters breaking all the rules Having fun and playing fools Smashing up the woodwork tools All the teachers in the pub Passing 'round the ready-rub Trying not to think of when The lunch-time bell will ring again. Oh what fun we had But, did it really turn out bad All I learnt at school Was how to bend not break the rules Oh what fun we had But at the time it seemed so bad Trying different ways To make a difference to the days. Headmaster's had enough to-day All the kids have gone away Gone to fight with next-door's school Every term, that is the rule Sits alone and bends his cane Same old backsides again All the small ones tell tall tales Walking home and squashing snails. Oh what fun we had But, did it really turn out bad All I learnt at school Was how to bend not break the rules Oh what fun we had But at the time it seemed so bad Trying different ways To make a difference to the days. Lots of girls and lots of boys Lots of smells and lots of noise Playing football in the park Kicking Pushbikes after dark Baggy trousers, dirty shirt Pulling hair and eating dirt Teacher comes to break it up Back of the 'ead with a plastic cup. Oh what fun we had But, did it really turn out bad All I learnt at school Was how to bend not break the rules Oh what fun we had But at the time it seemed so bad Trying different ways To make a difference to the days. Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers |
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| 3:27 | 
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| 9. |
| 3:02 |
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| 10. |
| 3:26 |
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Reaching up to press my best friend's bell
On my tiptoes Whatever made me climb this side of hell Oh, God only knows Lifting up another catch and slipping through the blind It's... it's so easy Lighting up another match to see what I can find It's... become so easy But after a while You can hear yourself breathe What seems a long long while You can feel yourself sealed Ones second thoughtlessness Nobody's home One's second thoughtlessness One's second thoughtlessness Here up on my own One's second thoughtlessness Sniffing around Hope to get out Smelling a scent That something is up I've seen this song before Is this the house my family lives - yes Ah, I've been here before Yes, I did it because, because Yes, I did it because Yes, I did it because, because Yes, yes, I did it because, because No - because One's second thoughtlessness I am my own One's second thoughtlessness One's second thoughtlessness I stand alone One's second thoughtlessness |
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| 3:38 |
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When I get home it's late at night, I'm black and bloody from my life, I haven't time to clean my hands, Cuts will only sting me through my dreams. It's well past midnight as I lie In a semi-conscious state. I dream of people fighting me Without any reason I can see. In the morning I awake, My arms my legs my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. After eating I go out, People passing by me shout. I can't stand this agony Why don't they talk to me? In the park I have to rest I lie down and I do my best, The rain is falling on my face I wish I could sink without a trace. In the morning I awake, My arms my legs my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey, So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. In the park I have to rest I lie down and I do my best, The rain is falling on my face I wish I could sink without a trace. In the morning I awake, My arms my legs my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey, So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. |
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| 12. |
| 2:24 |
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Wherever I go
What can I do Im at a loose end since I split with you Upped my best, tried hard to please Now all i've got are my memories hat will I do now, heaven knows Find another I suppose Now you say you dont want to know What did I do Where did I go wrong Since you left its seemed so Low We made a good pair Everyone agrees Now all I've got are my memories What will I do now, heaven knows Find another I suppose Now you say you dont want to know What will I do now, heaven knows Find another I suppose Now you say you dont want to know To break your follows Your Letters Too, Its just as if I never Knew You Boo Hoo Hooo.... |
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| 13. |
| 3:22 |
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I never thought I;d miss you
Half as much as I do And I never thought I'd feel this way The way I feel about you As soon as I wake up any night any day I know that it's you I need To take the blues away It must be love, love, love It must be love, love, love Nothing more, nothing less Love is the best How can it be That we can say so much without words Bless you and bless me baby Bless the bees and the birds I've got to be near you every night, every day I couldn't be happy baby any other way It must be love, love, love It must be love, love, love Nothing more, nothing less Love is the best |
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| 2:02 |
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In the earliest days of my shoplifting career,
You could safely say I was filled with fear. It was nail biting work from the very start, But several quick sucesses soon gave me heart. After a while I could pick or nick or steal, Some shirts some trousers and a few LPs. No-one ever stopped me, they didn't seem to care. It sometimes seemed to me that there was no-one there. Then a fine summers day my mates and me, Set off down the westend on our usual spree. Things were as normal for an hour or so, Then my nimble hands were a bit too slow. Two store detectives made a fast approach, One grabbed my jacket (you're nicked!) The other grabbed my throat. So they caught me at last, one said with joy: |
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| 3:19 |
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I've been driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before I drive in it for my job, the governor calls me a slob But I don't really care, give me some gas and the open air It's a bit old but it's mine, I mend it in my spare time Just last week I changed the oil, the rocker valves and the coil Just last week I changed the oil Last week it went round the clock, I also had a little knock I dented somebody's fender, he learnt not to park on a bender, ha ha ha I've been driving in my car, it don't look much but I've been far I drive up to Muswell Hill, I've even been to Selsey Bill I drove along the A45, I had her up to 58 This copper stopped me the other day, you're mistaken what could I say The tyres were a little worn, they were O.K., I could have sworn I like driving in my car, I'm satisfied I've got this far I like driving in my car, it don't look much but I've been far I like driving in my car, even with a flat tyre I like driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar I like driving in my car, I'm satisfied I've got this far |
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| 16. |
| 4:03 |
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This is a tool
This cage is my home And oh so alone am I Am I am I am I Don't burn me with your laser beam It's pointed at you and tomorrow's dream |
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