Happy Mondays - Yes Please (1992) by Happy Mondays (보컬) on maniadb.com

Kiss me for old times sake Kiss me for making you wait Kiss me for old times sake Kiss me for making you wait Kiss me for screwing everything in site Kiss me for never getting it right Kiss me…..goodnight I've got to pick out whats in the pocket So I can leave these pockets clean I've got to pick out whats in the pocket So I can leave that pocket clean An' I know that I will always want you But there's not much that I can do Im sweet, will always have to do Rewind and give me a good clue An' I know how your mind works Open your eyes and watch the roadworks Come on out It cant get much worse Sit right down Quench your big thirst Im tied down with stinkin thinkin Stinkin thinkin gets you nowhere Im weighed down with stinkin thinkin Stinkin thinkin comes from somewhere Is that really what you really what hey?

Would you like to see me living that way The living dead don't get a holiday Open your eyes, see the real world Come on down, cant get much worse Come right down Quench your big thirst Lie right down drink your nightnurse Kiss me for old times sake Kiss me for making a big mistake Kiss me for always being late Kiss me for making you wait Kiss me for screwing everything in site Kiss me for getting it not right Kiss me…..goodnight Im tied down Im weighed down with stinking thinkin Stinkin thinkin gets me nowhere Im tied down with stinkin thinkin Stinkin thinkin comes from somewhere Steady job in a small town Guaranteed to bring me right down Guaranteed to take me nowhere Guaranteed to make me lose my hair

If im being sneaky Well sometimes just freak me out Your voice starts to eat me Its time for me to leave it now Love it or leave it now The tricks that your churn when you move like a worm When your bad talking don't learn how to live Ohh, we like to take credit for this We'd love to take thanks ourselves for this I cant get enough of your sunshine I cant get enough of your love Your love and sunshine Sunshine and love The bad vibes so moody

When it should just move me So get me an uzi and someone to use it who smiles The tricks that you pull when things get too dull There'll be heads on the table for tea Your not shown how to move like a worm That's a life you wont let yourself learn So love it don't leave it just talk it and breathe it For christ sake you'll need it Believe it you'll need it like me Believe it or need it like me And if pigs could fly Well you might cry There'll be heads on the table for tea You'll just stay in your favourite room Playing with your deepest wound I said hail Mary, full of grace, where did you get your angel face I cant get enough of your suntan lady

It took three million years Now its my turn to see it Ive got to go back I just don't believe it Do you love it? Oh I bet you do Do you need it? Well, im just like you Smiley bug eyed mung worm at the bottom of the bottle Lay of its back on the bottom of the bottle It took three million years to meet Mr. Helpful But now that ive meet him im extremely doubtful Are you healthy? Well I just eat fruit But I tell you man It just don't suit You're the bug eyed mung worm at the bottom of the bottle Lay on its back and talking pure twaddle Its my turn now and theres always a houseful And saying the right thing Its always a mouthful It took three million years to meet Mr. Moonlight To finally ask him To put everything right You're the big bug eyed mung worm at the bottom of the bottle Lay on its back and your talkin pure twaddle To make you more smiley You drink olive oil It gives me pure headache When your cookin with foil Its my turn now And theres always a houseful And saying the right thing its always a mouthful

Its not I who sought the novice It's the novice who sought me Cook went blind and drank too much And fed his guest on angeldust Where did the pain start When did the symptoms begin Where did the pain start What have the symptoms been? If my heads been through a windscreen Why are all the eyeballs green? Take me round the roundabout Slow down, don't stop Bail out-Pull out It was not I who bit the sheriff It was the sheriff who bit me By my lambchops, buttercup What a crucifixion What a crucifixion mean I was bitten by a horse Now Im moving for divorce It took more than one man to change my name to Shanghai Lily Whats a cluckin chicken Whats a cluckin chicken need Where's the cluckin chicken Where's the cluckin chicken been

I'll tell you the story of cut em' loose Bruce He was the man who set the outlaws loose Prosecution say this boys misbehaven He shoot for fun Do pussy, dance and rave Home Im comin home Home im comin home They say this boys got bigger lies Then the whole of England and its all spies But mad old bruce He cut him free Theres nothing left to kill So kill a weed with me Oh I'll see the sunshine Oh I'll see the sunshine again We all got a friend

We call him little lad He has a lot of enemies But we want him back Here he is within four walls We ask obeah to give the jailer a call Tonight im going to party Set the fire round the town Get wired with the boys And shoot the whole place down Old Gilbert McBuston had too much McFuston So they threw him in the lake and took his name I'll tell you the story of cut em' loose Bruce He was the man who set the crackpots loose There I stood in front of Bruce He was the man who let the idiot loose Cut em' loose Bruce Producer Pass him the glass and the foil And give him a boost-poof

That's sickly clean This mild and meek I could launch it with a poker No danger for a weekend It opens its mouth Theres no words, just a squeak I could launch it with a poker No joker for a weekday Bing bong the weekday Bing bong no danger Here goes a sweet freak How many fools do you get in school In an English county classroom All the things going on inside your billbong Theres no room its just pure art room You try very hard to get that right To imitate some kind of life form A matter of fact without and tact You can go on back you Shouldn't have been burn Diggers mothers switch on the cooker Get the hillbillies down Set out to bugger Sweet freak pen and ink

How do you make a bulldog think Happy christmas I said Not to speak then Happy christmas whens its next week then Ad you swear you naughty meathead What sleeps in your bed Is got to be a greek ted How many fools do you get in a school In an english county All the things going on inside your built bomb Theres no room Its just pure art room Its dangerous to let the freaky dink in Chopper up, cooker, give me some more smother I cant stand the thought of the dwarf bein a mother Is this love, man, its pure hate If you put it on the table It'll be to late Is this love, man No, its pure hate It cant be more simple Its there on a plate Is this love man No it aint.

Tell me what you know about cowboy dave Did he whistle on brown? Was his woman a sex slave? Give me what you got on the holiday You know the one where You went with the x's paid You can lie down here for a good few days Tell me what you know about a mans affliction Pc plod talk pure science fiction Talk about the girl with the leather legs Does she waddle like a chick With her big big love eggs Cake Theres not a thing that I cant fix I can fix it just like that

Theres not a thing that I cant fix Give me what you know on effin-stein First square head Leader of the street crime Tell me what you know about Rumble Bumble Did he roll our jeep in the middle of the Jungle Bounce on his head Did the nine lives rumble, rumble You and I back together Same old world Tell me what you know about whistlin dave Did he do his scene? Did he live in a sex cave? Not an ounce of class in the aging brass She did the work while he lay in the grass I know nothing man, so sack it fast Faster Theres is not a thing I cant fix I can fix it just like this You and I back together man Same old world Easy, easy easy, now Easy now, wunderbar Wunderbar rumble man