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Let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway
Let them come a running, take all your money and flee Let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway, hideaway It was summer or maybe spring, I can't remember It was summer or maybe spring, I can't recall We found our hearts and stole them from our bodies (We couldn't understand the Villain's call) We'd often recall the beginnings We'd often try in vain to change it all We couldn't help but keep ourselves from sinning In summer, in summer or maybe spring, or maybe spring, or maybe spring It was summer, or maybe spring, I can't remember It was summer or maybe spring, I can't recall We'd try to always calm our elders (But always we did seem to fall) We'd never try to tame the burning embers (It didn't seem to matter how we'd fare) It seemed we couldn't ever escape December But it was summer, summer, or maybe spring, or maybe spring, maybe spring |
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Lazy stage-star; wanna be a raver
You've gotta make it all happen insane Crazy raver; wanna be a big star You've gotta make it all happen again You want it easy but you don't understand They'll crush your diamonds in a one-night stand You'll be a "Biggie" then you'll be a "nobody-at-all" So while you're there you'd better show us a ball And wear your sequins or wear nothing at all Take us to heaven with our backs to the wall The climbing's hard but it's easy to fall Oh! here's a monkey with a message for us all Go be a Crazy Raver, oh! oh! yeah Go be a Crazy Raver Maybe lady; wanna be my baby Go to heaven in your satin and lace Crazy baby, gotta dress so shady Then come and meet me in some far-out place We'll go together like water and sand Be seen together walking hand-in-hand A pair of swells who've got nothing to do but romance You'll be a rhapsody, The Belle o' the Dance Become a stir and play the public nuisance Ascend a stairway up to Paris in France Become the lady of the Dietrich stance Then pick the one of your nouveau fancy And be a Crazy Raver And be a Crazy Raver |
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Exhibition yourself we'll hold a show on the shelf
Now we can feel a change is on the way You're not a skin or a spiv boy who are you trying to kid You're jolly handsome, super, wizard, okay? Would you resort to telling all your friends lies When they can see right through your flimsy disguise? We all consider you far out so there can be ltttle doubt You're gonna make it in a big, big way Chorus: Oh we can feel a new existence beginning And the yobs have made a go at forgiving And the new man he appears to be winning What a shame such a bore! I don't wanna turn on tonite Said I don't wanna turn on tonite You put your hand in the air and when they ask you say "Yeah" And they'll be happy to believe you're both kinds Then shake a fist or a leg and prove the image is dead Or the chances are you'll trip up their minds Oh you're too cute to be a big rock star But if you're cool you may not push it too far Oh just believe in yourself and take a tip from the elf And sing a boogie to the image fatale Oh we can feel. . . You feel Lorretta's deep breaths, you put a hand on her breast You feel her come on like some movie-star chick You slide her body across you fight so hard to be boss But sweet Lorretta she knows all the tricks So you perform like it's your very best show You turn her on but she's never gonna know Then you can shuffle your hips or M-M-Mae West your lips But you're the same old thing we've always known Oh, we can feel. . . |
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Simply lorraine sings for a while
In a three-octave harmonica style It's easy to see her harmony Stabbing at my songs from behind Trying to stick her cosmic philosopher's Words into rhymes Nobody can tell it the same To her everything's just like a game But she'll make it seem some big machine's Driving you clean outa your mind Come on admit it, that's just the limit, We've travelled from mad to sublime Oh she's a lady from a background of pearls Who's tormenting and bending my world My only vice is the fantastic prices i Charge for being eaten alive¡ So nina can paint dragons on guitars She can roll up a victorian vase, That gal can sweep, skip, Jump and leap into a room full of clowns, No one'll tame her, no one'll claim her, 'til she's been at least all around Doreen is a hunk of a man, She can wipe every boy from the land But lorraine can fly it way outa sight Then bring it on back to the fold Give me a chance, I want romance, Don't give me your love quite so cold Oh she's a lady from a background of pearls Who's tormenting and bending my world My only vice is the fantastic prices i Charge for being eaten alive¡ |
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She, got my number and she - chasing me so far
Me, out of slumber, I can do with no faut-pas Mixed-up and bleeding, I's high on beleiving It's all surreal Slip on a T-shirt, me - gotta look so cool Me Biba braces are making me so cruel She, dinosaur and me, her He-whore Sleep Muriel Chorus: Oh! See her move so right in her big baggy strides And her golden top made of satin See her wriggle her hips, take the almighty piss This is Muriel the Actor who's rapping, ping - ping She, dresscd to kill and Me, looking so jolly I know she will 'cos she's a lady of folly She's seventeen, oh! You know what I mean She's a circus girl Across the ring on a gay light fantastic For anything, oh! She'll bust her elastic She, so inviting, me - given up fighting I'm all in a whirl Chorus: A superman in a comical moment Jump through the fan, you're the inhuman showman Oh! hear the roar of the crowd call for more So gullible..br> Me, took ma band on the road for a liftuup She took my hand and she said "never give up" Oh schizophrenia, I know you, I been yer So subtle....la la la Chorus: |
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and Louise,
cowering into nowhere speaking in terms of a foreign land where winter lies easy and she will surmise the guise of chateau eyes and rise . . . |
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So now we're on a death trip
listen to the blood drip oozing from a curled lip ever thought of dying slowly ever thought of dying totally unholy someone's trying to fool us maybe it's your daughters can you hear the Walrus offering a sad solution he's calling out for teenage revolution and "Can you think of one good reason to remain?" To you afficianados fooling with bravado to keep me on my guard-o and cause a consciousness explosion it's getting difficult to keep my mind in motion images of sunshine lease, to make the words rhyme let me die in eight-time let me write a tale to no-one let me write a tale to make you think you're someone and "Can you think of one good reason to remain?" Interval: We'll grow Sweet Ipomoea To make us feel much freer Then take a pinch of Schemeland And turn it into Dreamland "Softly, Lautrec," she whispered in awe "Build me a picture of children at war" |
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