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from Adam Ant - Super Hits (1998)
If I ask you difficult questions
If I make improper suggestions Would you find that a risk to your health Would you put me up on the bookself With the books and the plants? Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious If I were kind and adoring How would that be Very boring Mister Pressman with your pen knife Always asking about my sex life And who with and how many times? Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious All the advice seemed so unkind If you don't stop, you will go blind! Tell you it's none of their business And console you with a big kiss On the lips and on the back of your neck Desperate but not serious... Your kisses drive me delirious Desperate but not serious... Your kisses drive me delirious Desperate but not serious... |
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from Adam Ant - Super Hits (1998)
Hello, I love you
Won`t you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game Hello, I love you Won`t you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game She`s walking down the street Blind to every eye she meets Do you think you`ll be the guy To make the queen of the angels sigh? Hello, I love you Won`t you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game Hello, I love you Won`t you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game She holds her head so high Like a statue in the sky Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long When she moves my brain screams out this song Sidewalk crouches at her feet Like a dog that begs for something sweet Do you hope to make her see, you fool? Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel? Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello I want you I love you I need my baby Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello |
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from Adam Ant - Super Hits (1998)
With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide Put on a little makeup makeup Make sure they get your good side good side If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token token Write it on a pound note pound note Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do? Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do? Subtle innuends follow There must be something inside he's hiding We don't follow fashion That would be a joke You know we're going to set them set them So everyone can take note take note When they saw you kneeling Crying words that you mean OPening their eyeballs eyeballs Pretending that you're Al Green Al Green Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do? Subtle innuends follow There must be something inside he's hiding No one's gonna tell me What's wrong or what's right Or tell me who to eat with sleep with Or that I've won the big fight big fight Look out or they'll tell you You're a Superstar Two weeks and you're an all time legend I think the games have gone much too far If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token token Write it on a pound note pound note Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do? Subtle innuends follow There must be something inside he's hiding Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do? Subtle innuends follow There must be something inside he's hiding Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do? Subtle innuends follow There must be something inside he's hiding Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do? Subtle innuends follow There must be something inside he's hiding Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do? Subtle innuends follow There must be something inside he's hiding |
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from Adam Ant - Super Hits (1998)
Stop diddy-bopping buddy
Bouncing Betty on you Bang bang you're dead Did not did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you I try to tell you but you just don't understand You've got my entire life in your hands Vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well you don't know what you're missing 'Cos you don't know what you got. And if the enemy don't see it your way Be smart, play dead, live to fight a new day And vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well you don't know what you're missing 'Cos you don't know what you got. Vive le rock If this is it then I'm afraid it's not enough Here's Johnny and he's calling your bluff Vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well you don't know what you're missing 'Cos you don't know what is what Vive le rock Look out Rockers going Starwars Bang bang you're dead Did not did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Bang bang you're dead Did not did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you You're scratching records but you won't be scratching mine Don't give me chish-chash in rinky-dink time Just vive le rock, vive le rock Well I've been where I was going And it's not Tom of Finland vive le rock Look Ma, I'm on top of the world |
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from Adam Ant - Super Hits (1998)
Stand and deliver!
I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention the devil take your stereo and your record collection! (oh-oh) the way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension! stand and deliver your money or your life! try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion the clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing so what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking? (oh oh) it's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making stand and deliver your money or your life! try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! and even though you fool your soul your conscience will be mine all mine we're the dandy highwaymen so tired of excuses of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses we're the dandy highwaymen and here's our invitation (oh oh) throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation stand and deliver your money or your life! try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! and even though you fool your soul your conscience will be mine all mine qua qua da diddley qua qua da diddley Stand and deliver your money or your life! |
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from Adam Ant - Super Hits (1998)
There's a gang in every town
I say that the rules be turned around listen here from one who knows be fearless just like the Scorpios pretty, look young be fearless like the Scorpion pretty, look young be fearless like the Scorpion the Scorpion the Scorpion black's the colour watch the claws with nails as sharp as Diana Dors watching us is stopping you from cruising Ugly Avenue pretty, look young be fearless like the Scorpion pretty, look young be fearless like the Scorpion the Scorpion the Scorpion and if by chance you cling to hate just rest assured it's your mistake hold up your head, you know I'm right the street's the place, tonight's the night the night the night look pretty, look young be fearless like the Scorpion the night look pretty have fun, don't listen when you're told there's none... |
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from Adam Ant - Super Hits (1998)
you may not like
the things we do only idiots ignore the truth it's easy to lay down and hide where's the warrior without his pride? we're gonna move real good - yeah right we're gonna dress so fine - OK it's dog eat dog eat dog and brush me daddy-O it's easy to lay down and hide where's the warrior without his pride? you may not like the things we say what's the difference anyway we're gonna move real good - yeah right we're gonna dress so fine - OK it's dog eat dog eat dog and brush me daddy-O it makes me proud so proud of you I see innocence shining through it makes me proud so proud of you I see innocence shining through it makes me proud so proud of you I see innocence shining through it makes me proud so proud of you I see innocence shining through it makes me proud so proud of you I see innocence shining through it makes me proud so proud of you I see innocence shining through |
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from Adam Ant - Super Hits (1998)
we are guilty, we are beyond hope
we beg to differ, we are a terminal case press darlings, press darlings, press darlings press darlings, press darlings we depress the press, darlings we're on the outside, but we're not looking in we are the vaseline gang, don't play your little games press darlings, press darlings, press darlings press darlings, press darlings we depress the press, darlings and if evil be the food of genius there aren't many demons around if passion ends in fashion nick kent / bushell is the best-dressed man in town are we different? - no we are exactly the same there are no boxes for us the ones you love to hate - so read on! press darlings, press darlings, press darlings press darlings, press darlings and if evil be the food of genius there aren't many demons around if passion ends in fashion bushell is the best-dressed man in town press darlings, press darlings, press darlings we depress the press, darlings press darlings |
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from Adam Ant - Super Hits (1998)
Big C big H mash Mary name it
What a ride what a ride You got me dizzy with that bullwhip We clutched each other the walls closed in Don't bust my chops like Gungadin. We're coming home now diggety dig The old zippo bang is what it is We got flip-flop rubber, gung-ho toys The mohair lockeroom pinup boys. Five years old, he loves the screen Kissing with tongues and margerine. Fast and loose in just one thing Fast and loose in everything They sit around and laugh all day Make paree and draw their pay. We're coming home now diggety dig The old zippo bang is what it is We got flip-flop rubber, gung-ho toys The mohair lockeroom pinup boys. Pool's not in but the patio's dry A shameful waste, we don't know why. I can lift weights what the hell My little girl just thinks I'm swell No back-slapping daddy-o Ran the caddy up to 9-0. We're coming home now diggety dig The old zippo bang is what it is We got flip-flop rubber, gung-ho toys The mohair lockeroom pinup boys. We're coming home now diggety dig The old zippo bang is what it is We got flip-flop rubber, gung-ho toys The mohair lockeroom pinup boys. |
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from Adam Ant - Super Hits (1998)
Well I'm standing here looking at you What do I see? I'm looking straight through It's so sad When you're young To be told You're having fun So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favour That music's lost its taste So try another flavour Antmusic Well I'm standing here what do I see? A big nothing Threatening me It's so sad When you're young To be told You're having fun
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from Metropolis (매트로폴리스) by Giorgio Moroder [ost] (1984)
Is there a mask behind the face?
Is it a sleeveless ace? Can a smile conceal a sneer? How do we see clear? Answers can change the question line Every time And now the truth is confidence Tells a lie What's going on? What's going on? Remember all the cracks we feared Beneath the clear veneer Well, now, they're bursting wide apart Is this just the start? How does it feel to lose control Feels like Hell So who's a friend and who's a foe? Can we tell? CHORUS What's going on? I wanna know What's going on? I wanna know What's going on? I wanna know What's going on? I wanna know It's really no surprise, keep looking back It's easy being wise after the fact But at the time it seems such a harmless trend You gotta take more care, you have to be prepared to stand CHORUS What's going on? I wanna know What's going on? I wanna know |
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from Hot Fuzz (뜨거운 녀석들) by David Arnold [ost] (2007)
With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide Put on a little makeup, makeup Make sure they get your good side, good side If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow There must be something inside We don't follow fashion That’d be a joke You know we're going to set them, set them So everyone can take note, take note When they saw you kneeling Crying words that you mean Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs Pretending that you're <a href="/Al_Green" title="Al Green">Al Green</a>, Al Green Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside No one's gonna tell me What's wrong and what's right Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with Or that I've won the big fight, big fight Look out or they'll tell you You're a "Superstar" Two weeks and you're an all-time legend I think the games have gone much too far If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
Lock up your brain
'Cos I'm here again I'm never bored I'll steal your chords Ooh-ooh Zerox Machine Ooh-ooh Zerox Machine Give me a line Or a middle eight I've got the best So I want the rest Ooh-ooh Zerox Machine Ooh-ooh Zerox Machine Let's get together Before its too late Collect up the ideas And duplicate Filling up the forms Send them off tonight And you'll be the owner Of the copyright Of the copyright Of the copyright Times of the essence Get your ears to the ground However else Can the hits be found? I may look happy, healthy and clean A dark brown voice and suit pristine But behind the smile there is a Zerox Machine (I'm a) Zerox Machine (repeat 'til end) |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
When I met you you were just sixteen
Pulling the wings off flies When an old lady got hit by a truck I saw the wicked gleam in your eyes Your sadistic suits my masochistic And there's a whip in my valise on yeah Who taught you the torture? Who taught ya? Who taught you the torture? Who taught ya? Who taught you the torture? Who taught ya? Who taught ya? Who taught ya? Who taught you? Describe the special punishment room Over my garage, There's a whipping post, a vertical beam You have to be in charge* I paid a packet For a new straight jacket There's a whip in my valise oh yeah Who taught you the torture? Who taught ya? Who taught you the torture? Who taught ya? Who taught you the torture? Who taught ya? Who taught ya? Who taught ya? Who taught you? You put my head into the stocks And then you went to choose a cane But hey, your cat has got nine tails You like to leave me lame I can't thank her, my Sunday Spanker There's a whip in my valise oh yeah Who taught you the torture? Who taught ya? Who taught you the torture? Who taught ya? Who taught you the torture? Who taught ya? Who taught ya? Who taught ya? Who taught you? |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
Have you ever had a ride in a light blue car?
Have you ever stopped to think who's the slave and who's the master? Have you ever had trouble with your automobile? Have you ever had to push push push push? Cartrouble oh yeah You might have seen them very busy at the weekends (oh oh) Lick lick and polishing the beep-beeps into shape And then its proudly up the M1 M2 M3 And keep your feet off the upholstery Ronnie Cartrouble oh yeah Car carcar trouble car carcar trouble Car carcar trouble car carcar trouble Car carcar trouble car carcar trouble Car carcar trouble car carcar trouble And remember this: You don't need anything after an icecream I used to sit at home silently and wonder Why all the preference is polishing the chrome While all the mothers and the sisters and the babies Sit and rot at home Cartrouble oh yeah And remember this: You don't need anything after an icecream Car carcar trouble car carcar trouble (repeat till end) |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family
A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family I feel beneath the white There is a redskin suffering From centuries of taming I feel beneath the white There is a redskin suffering From centuries of taming No method in our madness Just pride about our manner Antpeople are the warriors Antmusic is the banner! A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family No method in our madness Just pride about our manner Antpeople are the warriors Antmusic is the banner! And even when you're healthy And your colour schemes delight Down below those dandy clothes You're just a shade too white Shade too white! Shade too white! Shade too white! I feel beneath the white There is a redskin suffering From centuries of taming... I feel beneath the white There is a redskin suffering From centuries of taming... |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
Well I'm standing here looking at you
What do I see? I'm looking straight through It's so sad When you're young To be told You're having fun So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favour That music's lost its taste So try another flavour Antmusic Well I'm standing here what do I see? A big nothing Threatening me It's so sad When you're young To be told You're having fun |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
You may not like
The things we do Only idiots Ignore the truth It's easy to Lay down and hide Where's the warrior Without his pride? We're gonna move real good (yeah, right) We're gonna dress so fine (OK) It's dog eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Leapfrog the dog Brush me daddy-o (Ah) (Ah, ah) (Ah) (Ah, ah) It's easy to Lay down and hide Where's the warrior Without his pride? You may not like The things we say What's the difference Anyway? We're gonna move real good (yeah, right) We're gonna dress so fine (OK) It's dog eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Leapfrog the dog Brush me daddy-o (Ah) (Ah, ah) (Ah) (Ah, ah) VERSE 5 It makes me proud So proud of you I see innocence Shining through VERSE 5 VERSE 5 VERSE 5 VERSE 5 VERSE 5 VERSE 5 |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
Oi Oi Oi!
A few dollars more They'll hang me high But still me spirit Will survive There's money over there But not for long Soon my worries Will be gone Rancheros (Clint) Rancheros (Eastwood) Rancheros (Clint) Rancheros Rancheros (Clint) Rancheros (Eastwood) Rancheros (Clint) Rancheros And there's a bullet with my name on it Time's-a-coming When a new breed say Welcome tomorrow Instead of yesterday My time's-a-coming When those despised Take shelter from the power Of my Kiowa eyes Rancheros (Clint) Rancheros (Eastwood) Rancheros (Clint) Rancheros Rancheros (Clint) Rancheros (Eastwood) Rancheros (Clint) Rancheros And there's a bullet with my name on it Oi Oi Oi! |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
I live the life that I've been left
I leave most things unspoken But deep inside Geronimo Is tearing me apart I've seen him in the streets And I've seen him in the pictures Killer in the home Killer in the home Now's the time I must digress From going through the motions Take my head out of its sling Free the warrior I'll fight him in my dreams And I'll fight him till he kills me Killer in the home Killer in the home I live the life that I've been left I leave most things unspoken But deep inside Geronimo Is tearing me apart I've seen him in the streets And I've seen him in the pictures Killer in the home Killer in the home (Oh well) they cut you in half with a gun And they give you a bandaid (Yeah) they gut you in half with a gun And they give you a bandaid Killer in the home Killer in the home Killer in the home Killer in the home Oh well they cut you in half with a gun And they give you a bandaid Yeah they gut you in half with a gun And they give you a bandaid Killer, killer, killer... Killer in the home Killer in the home Killer in the home Killer in the home Killer in the home Killer in the home Killer in the home Killer... Is the home |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
Stand and deliver!
I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention The devil take your stereo and your record collection! (oh-oh) The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension! Stand and deliver your money or your life! Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking? (oh oh) It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making Stand and deliver your money or your life! Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! And even though you fool your soul Your conscience will be mine All mine We're the dandy highwaymen so tired of excuses Of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses We're the dandy highwaymen and here's our invitation (oh oh) "Throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation" Stand and deliver your money or your life! Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! And even though you fool your soul Your conscience will be mine All mine Qua qua da diddley qua qua da diddley Qua qua da diddley qua qua da diddley Stand and deliver your money or your life! Stand and deliver your money or your life! (repeat til end) |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
Well tie me up and hit me with a stick
Beat me beat me Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick Beat me beat me There's so much happiness behind these tears Beat me beat me I pray you'll beat me For ten thousand years Beat me beat me I'm black and blue baby I love you Be your dog For just one flog You don't hear me plead For you to make me bleed Beat me beat me Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Well use a truncheon or a cricket bat Beat me beat me A good beatings really where its at Beat me beat me |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Silk or leather or a feather Respect yourself and all of those around you Silk or leather or a feather Respect yourself and all of those around you Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of... |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
Put some wax on the trax and slide on onta here
Hane hane hane hane hane Hatchets in the corner ears to the ground Improve to the groove get down to the sound Buttons and bows and bleu blanc rouge All things lively must be used Liberte, egalite, au jour dhui cest tres tres tres Voici lopportunite nous incroyables I got the moves they got the grooves Summoned the gods and they all approved Bad vibes akimbo on the shelf Bit of a rap thing going for myself This gold on the teeth's no sense at all It only matters when it's on the wall I'm standing here with my four men Let's start that rapping thing again: Marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly In the naughty north and in the sexy south Were all singing I have the mouth In the naughty north and in the sexy south Were all singing I have the mouth I have the mouth So tired of anarchists looking at me Dont need their credibility Destroy, they say, defy! condemn! As long as you don't destroy them With twenty years of drugs and drink I thought the time had come to think About standing up and saying that It's tragedy and such old hat I'm standing here with my four men Let's start that rapping thing again: (I got) marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly In the naughty north and in the sexy south Were all singing I have the mouth In the naughty north and in the sexy south Were all singing I have the mouth I have the mouth These happy feet are all we need Summoned the gods and they all agreed These feet wont stop theyre in such a hurry I knock it on the head and I go for a curry Staying sober can be neat Get drunk on these here happy feet Keep on trying to pin me down Why a title for your sound? Im standing here with my four men Lets do this rapping thing again: I got marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly In the naughty north and in the sexy south Were all singing I have the mouth... And I have the mouth And you have the mouth And they got the mouth |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
If I ask you difficult questions
If I make improper suggestions Would you find that a risk to your health? Would you put me up on the bookshelf? With the books And the plants Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious If I were kind and adoring How would that be? Very boring Mister Pressman, with your penknife Always asking about my sex life And who with And how many times Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious All the advice seems so unkind If you don't stop, you will go blind They tell you it's none of their business And console you with a big kiss On the lips And on the back of your neck Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious ... |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore You think you're really swinging But you're off the beat The move your brains are thinking Doesn't reach your feet You got to get this complication out your head Or find another man instead All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore You listen very close to what the bad girls said In all those crumby articles and in my bed They said I'm just a stripper not afraid to strip I got my brains rattlin' my hips Ok, Marco, let's hear what you can do All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore You've got the kind of looks That make a dead man stare But when it comes to working, honey You ain't there I try to tell you nicely but the screaming starts You're playing ping pong with my heart All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more I've heard enough don't wanna hear no more |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried To take care of my insides Nobody's perfect so leave me if you object I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers When you're a pirouetting, highkicking, thigh slapping cruiser When you're a hip grinding, spellbinding, clean cut seducer You have to be careful so people take note I take it serious, but I still like a joke I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried But still you say that I lied Nobody's perfect So leave me if you object Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried To take care of my insides Nobody's perfect So leave me if you object |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide Put on a little makeup, makeup Make sure they get your good side, good side If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow There must be something inside We don't follow fashion That’d be a joke You know we're going to set them, set them So everyone can take note, take note When they saw you kneeling Crying words that you mean Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs Pretending that you're <a href="/Al_Green" title="Al Green">Al Green</a>, Al Green Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside No one's gonna tell me What's wrong and what's right Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with Or that I've won the big fight, big fight Look out or they'll tell you You're a "Superstar" Two weeks and you're an all-time legend I think the games have gone much too far If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
It's at times like this the great heaven knows
That we wish we had not so many clothes So let's loosen up with a playful tease Like all lovers did through the centuries We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh When it gets so hot, the end of the day You may find your clothes getting in the way If a pretty dress hides your true desire Fold it nice and slow, throw it on the fire We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh We don't need to see what the butler saw Or a mirrored room with a mirrored floor All those sneaky looks gazing down on you Are no substitute for our rendezvous We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh It's at times like this the great heaven knows That we wish we had not so many clothes So let's loosen up with a playful tease Like all lovers did through the centuries If you think it's cheap or a bit risqué Please don't say a word I'll just slip away I am not a man who believes in lies Like an octopus with big x-ray eyes Don't freeze up girl, you're looking quite a sight Be generous, I want it all tonight! We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
Boots... Kitty, Kitty!
Pussycat's going to London Looking for love and for fame I wish somebody had told her City folks ain't the same Pussycat carries a postcard Won't the big city be nice That's the place with the action She's gonna have her a slice Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Pussycat laughs at the warnings Where there's a will there's a way I think you'd agree if you saw her Rome's built in a day Pussycat's read all the papers Seen the movie and knows All the streets lead to somewhere And the pavement's gold Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Although you know it's wrong We must do it everyday When the morning comes Don't you turn around and say It's bound to end in tears So let's do it anyway Pussycat wasn't a kitten And not as dumb as they thought She had a good head on her shoulders And beauty that couldn't be bought The royalty made her an offer If she'd keep trouble at bay They'd give her the money and diamonds Be queen for a day Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
Ten - dress it up
Nine - dress it up Eight - dress it up Seven - dress it up, dress it up Six Fa fa fa fa fa five (ooh!) Hey hey what do you say? Had me a woman she ran away Warned me one time, warned me twice Found me out and it weren't too nice. Hey hey what do you say? Had me a woman she ran away Can the chatter, bye-bye dear Carved me a crimson career. Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up) Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up) Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up) Delta hey max nine We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up) Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up) Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up) Delta hey max nine (break) Ten - dress it up Nine - dress it up Eight - dress it up Seven - dress it up, dress it up Six Fa fa fa fa fa five Hey hey what do you say? Had me a woman she flew away Climbed onto the nearest star Miss her lots, but there you are. Hey hey what do you say? had me a woman she flew away I don't worry, things are fine Way up there in Apollo 9 Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up) Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up) Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up) Delta hey max nine We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up) Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up) Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up) Delta hey max nine We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) Hey hey what do you say? Had me a woman she flew away Climbed onto the nearest star Miss her lots, but there you are. Hey hey what do you say? Choochalaben dollaley You can run, you won't get far A-leyben in your capella. Hey hey what do you say? Had me a woman she flew away Climbed onto the nearest star Miss her lots, but there you are. Hey hey what do you say? Blast off time, I'm please to say Write a letter, be home soon Busy lassooing the moon. Ten Nine Eight Seven Six Fa fa fa fa fa five |
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from Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone (1990)
Bang bang you're dead
Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you I try to tell you but you just don't understand You've got my entire life in your hands Vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well, you don't know what you're missing 'Cos you don't know what you got And if the enemy don't see it your way Be smart, play dead, live to fight a new day And vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well you don't know what you're missing 'Cos you don't know what you got Vive le rock, vive le rock Vive le rock If this is it then I'm afraid it's not enough Here's Johnny and he's calling your bluff Vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well you don't know what you're doing 'Cos you don't know what is what Vive le rock, vive le rock (Look out! rockers going Starwars!) Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you You're scratching records but you won't be scratching mine Don't give me chish-chash in rinky-dink time Just vive le rock, vive le rock Well I've been where I was going And it's not Tom of Finland Vive le rock, vive le rock Vive le rock Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Look Ma, I'm on top of the world |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
At the screen on the green now Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out (oh oh) At the screen on the green now Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one You'd better take it in the ear now Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out (oh oh) At the screen on the green now Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one You'd better listen to the ants now Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out (oh oh) At the screen on the green now Bop shoowop I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
The murder happy characters have such fun
They murder happy characters one by one You want a second chance Out you don't get one And the good guys hate the bad guys And the bad guys hate the good guys And we call this making history And we call this making history And we call this making history And we call this making history The murder happy characters like to creep They murder little children while they sleep They leave you on the floor in a big red heap And the good guys hate the bad guys And the bad guys hate the good guys And we call this making history And we call this making history And we call this making history And we call this making history The murder happy characters say they know How to keep the crime rate way down low "Just nip it in the bud so it can't grow" And the bad guys hate the good guys And the good guys hate the bad guys And we call this making history |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
Well tie me up and hit me with a stick
Beat me beat me Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick Beat me beat me There's so much happiness behind these tears Beat me beat me I pray you'll beat me For ten thousand years Beat me beat me I'm black and blue baby I love you Be your dog For just one flog You don't hear me plead For you to make me bleed Beat me beat me Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Well use a truncheon or a cricket bat Beat me beat me A good beatings really where its at Beat me beat me |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
I got a heart on my arm
It says pure sex It hurts I mean it Yeah Red red scab Red red scab Red red scab I got it till I die Or till I reach orgasmo I'm gonna get myself a girl with a gun (and fuck 'er) She's gonna blow my throbbing brain* Yeah (I fell over) Red red scab Red red scab It was a red red scab A red red scab Red red scab A red red scab Red red scab Red red scab Red red scab Hey Marco, not so many noise, eh? Sorry guys, me dad wants to put the car in the garage... |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming
Just crossed over into Mexico Lock up your pigsties and your daughters 'Cos if it moves, you know old Juanito Young ladies he likes to ravish He knows how to make them wet And if he can't, he know he dig himself a hole Or go looking for your favorite pet, olé They call him Juanito the Bandito Lock up your things, you'll be robbed They call him Juanito The randy bandito Oh, how many people have sobbed his name?* He wears a soft sun-soaked sombrero A droopy moustache to his chin He will hold up stab or shoot you So that he can get it in okay (Alright) they call him Juanito the Bandito Lock up your things, you'll be robbed They call him Juanito The randy bandito Oh, how many people have sobbed his name?* My son, I tell you... don't bother I'm going downtown with the guys okay? |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
Why?
Tell me why? Oh why? Do girls love horses? Why? Oh why? Tell me why? Do girls love horses? Is it 'cos they're round? Or they're six feet off the ground? Is it because they're on top? Or the clippety clop? Why? Oh why? Tell me why? Do girls love horses? Why? Oh why? Tell me why? Do girls love horses? Is it 'cos they're round? 'Cos they're six foot off the ground? Is it because they're on top? Or the clippety clop? Why? Oh why? Tell me why? Do girls love horses? Why? Oh why? Tell me why? Do girls love horses? (repeat 'til fade) |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
A love dare not speakin' the name
A love dare not speakin' the I will love you each day of my life And when I die they can Fetch them a knife Cut me open And written on my brain And in my heart they'll find a name It'll be yours, yours, yours, yours A love dare not speakin' the name A love dare not speakin' the If you wanna be happy Live out of the past Make your new lover As good as the last Or better... I will love you each day of my life And when I die they can Fetch them a knife Cut me open Written on my brain And in my heart they'll find a name It'll be yours, yours, yours, yours A love dare not speakin' the name A love dare not speakin' the If you wanna be happy Live out of the past Make your new lover As good as the last Or better... A love dare not speakin' the name A love dare not speakin' the Please don't love me For what I'm not Better you hate me For what I've got |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
In for a penny in, for a pound
If she walks by you, you better turn around She wants sparkle and she don't give a damn As well be hung for A sheep than a lamb So be her Daddy She hits back Kiss the drummer Rat-a-tat-tat Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Miss Fierce kiss the drummer Little by little, bit by bit Love stood laughing at this locksmith She may be wrong, and she may be right But barking dogs they Seldom bite So be her Daddy She hits back Kiss the drummer Rat-a-tat-tat Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Miss Fierce kiss the drummer In the panic and the traumas Miss Fierce puts on her Fierce legwarmers When men think big And by golly they do They don't wanna go crying Boo-hooing at you When men think big And by golly they do They don't wanna go crying Boo-hooing at you |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
My baby says I mistreat her
I don’t know about that I only know when I beat her She like to call me a - She keeps on playing those b-side records All day long in the flat They’re a little bit obscure she says I call her a - B-side baby And that’s that She’s just a b-side baby And that’s a fact I think punk is an overused word As a matter of fact I hate joey ramone when he says He’s gonna beat on a - He’s going to find himself d-d-down an alley With his face beaten flat And a spray job in bright pink letters, saying B-r-a-t spells B-side baby |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
Party's over, it's time to change
Shoes away I neatly arrange Next the hairdo On the block Put away my lovely frock T.V.-T.V. Underwear all tidied away Thirty eight bust just for a day Heels so high My furs so fine All a woman's things, they are mine T.V. - T.V. Oh, I'm a joyous glad T.V. Why don't you come T.V. with me? I know a girl who loves to dress me Up like this and then caress me To remind me of the way I used to go both night and day In femininity there's pride We'll marry soon I'll be the bride Chi Chi Pamela or Barbara What a good girl you really are Poetry is awful, so is your prose What's your gender? No one knows T.V. - T.V. Oh, I'm a joyous glad T.V. Why don't you come T.V. with me? I know a girl who loves to dress me Up like this and then caress me To remind me of the way I used to go both night and day In femininity there's pride We'll marry soon I'll be the bride T.V. - T.V. I'm a joyous glad T.V. Why don't you come T.V. with me? I know a girl who loves to dress me Up like this and then caress me To remind me of the way I used to go both night and day In femininity there's pride We'll marry soon I'll be the bride Oh, I'm a joyous glad T.V. Why don't you come T.V. with me? I know a girl who loves to dress me Up like this and then caress me |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
Hey ho strike
Hey ho strike O lucky lucky lucky me I can live here in luxury Can't answer your simplicity (oh no) You've got to stop your grumbling And all that human bondage den And try to make a man of me Hey ho strike one Last one in's a son of a gun Hey ho strike two Can't fight here, this is the war room Oh never never let me go The flaming flesh that wonder hole Where violence equals zero (oh no) You've got to stop your grumbling And all that human bondage den Beef cake and custard to a big hero Hey ho strike one Last one in's a son of a gun Hey ho strike two Can't fight here, this is the war room Can't fight here, this is the war room So kiss me quickly who'll oblige? Oh come along and don't be shy Don't be all surface no insides (oh no) You've got to stop your grumbling And all that human bondage den So swear the heat in baby No neck ties Hey ho strike one Last one in's a son of a gun Hey ho strike two Can't fight here, this is the war room Hey ho strike three Action stations I'm ready Hey ho strike four My durango supercar Hey ho strike five Wake up now its time to die Hey ho strike six Flopnik kaputnik Hey ho strike seven Kissing at five, necking at eleven Hey ho strike eight Decided to co-operate Hey ho strike nine Gonna have us a crackin'good time Hey ho strike ten Flowers, bullets, zen and zen |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
I want to date you maybe
I want to take you out I want to wine and dine you-oo I want to twist and twist and shout I want you hard in my arms so soft on my bed you get the keys to my heart when you wear that sweet dress (you know, the short one) you're so physical, physical for me you're just too physical, physical, for me I want your roughouse baby I want this night in your ear let me feel you danger I want to make this feeling clear I want the touch of your charms the heat of your breath I want to say all those things (those dirty things) that would be better unsaid |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
I'm sick of coming home and watching TV
I just can't stand it when you sit next to me It doesn't matter It doesn't matter I'll get by with another B-b-baby go to hell Our perspiration's brought the wallpaper down I just can't stand it when you walk into town It doesn't matter It doesn't matter 'Cos I'll get by with another B-b-baby go to (like this) There's so much trouble when we go for a bite They say the food is off and they start to fight It doesn't matter It doesn't matter I'll get by with another B-b-baby you - Yes you do you - Oh oh oh oh oh you - Like this The CD-booklet has an extra verse on this song, but it's NOT in this (censored) version: I'd like to kiss you baby, fall for your charms But that's all over when you lift up your arms |
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from Adam Ant - B-Side Babies (1994)
Bang bang you're dead
Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you I try to tell you but you just don't understand You've got my entire life in your hands Vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well, you don't know what you're missing 'Cos you don't know what you got And if the enemy don't see it your way Be smart, play dead, live to fight a new day And vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well you don't know what you're missing 'Cos you don't know what you got Vive le rock, vive le rock Vive le rock If this is it then I'm afraid it's not enough Here's Johnny and he's calling your bluff Vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well you don't know what you're doing 'Cos you don't know what is what Vive le rock, vive le rock (Look out! rockers going Starwars!) Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you You're scratching records but you won't be scratching mine Don't give me chish-chash in rinky-dink time Just vive le rock, vive le rock Well I've been where I was going And it's not Tom of Finland Vive le rock, vive le rock Vive le rock Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Look Ma, I'm on top of the world |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried To take care of my insides Nobody's perfect so leave me if you object I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers When you're a pirouetting, highkicking, thigh slapping cruiser When you're a hip grinding, spellbinding, clean cut seducer You have to be careful so people take note I take it serious, but I still like a joke I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried But still you say that I lied Nobody's perfect So leave me if you object Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried To take care of my insides Nobody's perfect So leave me if you object |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Every girl is a something girl Every girl is a something girl Every girl is a something girl She's got something Every girl is a something girl Every girl has a somehing smile Every girl is a something girl For a while If I had three wishes I know mine I would not ask the stars to shine I wouldn't ask for gems or pearls I'd ask for the something girls Every girl is a something girl From the whites of her eyes To the tip of a curl Every girl sends a something boy With that something When this old world won't treat you right You're not feeling yourself tonight Think of someone you can do Relax and let that something through Every girl is a something girl She's got she's got something |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore You think you're really swinging But you're off the beat The move your brains are thinking Doesn't reach your feet You got to get this complication out your head Or find another man instead All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore You listen very close to what the bad girls said In all those crumby articles and in my bed They said I'm just a stripper not afraid to strip I got my brains rattlin' my hips Ok, Marco, let's hear what you can do All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore You've got the kind of looks That make a dead man stare But when it comes to working, honey You ain't there I try to tell you nicely but the screaming starts You're playing ping pong with my heart All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more Some I love but you I adore All I thought I wanted was a front door All I thought I wanted was a place in the country Now I realise I wanted so much more I've heard enough don't wanna hear no more |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
If I ask you difficult questions
If I make improper suggestions Would you find that a risk to your health? Would you put me up on the bookshelf? With the books And the plants Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious If I were kind and adoring How would that be? Very boring Mister Pressman, with your penknife Always asking about my sex life And who with And how many times Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious All the advice seems so unkind If you don't stop, you will go blind They tell you it's none of their business And console you with a big kiss On the lips And on the back of your neck Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious ... |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
When you get a number one
The only way is down And if you have a sticky patch They start looking, start looking around Listen close to what men say Take what you want, what you want What you want, what you want And throw the rest away In the night when things go bump Think of me, think of me (here comes the grump) Think of me, think of me (here comes the grump) Think of me, think of me Here comes the grump Doctors said "Adam, sex kills" So come inside, come inside Come inside, come inside Come inside and die When you get a number one The only way is down And if you have a sticky patch They start looking, start looking around In the night when things go bump Think of me, think of me (here comes the grump) Think of me, think of me (here comes the grump) Think of me, think of me Here comes the grump © BMG Music Publishing Limited |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
Densmore/manzarek/morrison/krieger
Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game She's walking down the street Blind to every eye she meets Do you think you'll be the guy To make the queen of the angels sigh? Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game Hello, I love you Won't you tell me your name? Hello, I love you Let me jump in your game She holds her head so high Like a statue in the sky Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long When she moves my brain screams out this song Sidewalk crouches at her feet Like a dog that begs for something sweet Do you hope to make her see, you fool? Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel? Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello I want you Hello I need my baby Hello, hello, hello, hello |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide Put on a little makeup, makeup Make sure they get your good side, good side If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow There must be something inside We don't follow fashion That’d be a joke You know we're going to set them, set them So everyone can take note, take note When they saw you kneeling Crying words that you mean Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs Pretending that you're <a href="/Al_Green" title="Al Green">Al Green</a>, Al Green Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside No one's gonna tell me What's wrong and what's right Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with Or that I've won the big fight, big fight Look out or they'll tell you You're a "Superstar" Two weeks and you're an all-time legend I think the games have gone much too far If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
People come people go, how long I'll stay I just don't know When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come Crackpot history and the right to lie People love people hate, for my downfall they just can't wait When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come Crackpot history and the right to lie I wish that everyone could see a show by Liza Minnelli Such a marvellous lady with talent by the ton Crackpot history and the right to lie People lie people hurt, like to read their Sunday dirt So every Jeckyll needs a Hyde to blame the business on Crackpot history and the right to lie Every rebel that I've met say they're going to die and yet I see them now and they ain't dead yet, and pushing forty one Crackpot history and the right to lie Pumping is a splendid gift, I hope you will catch my drift Some like pumping in the lift, just like the Scottish Tongs Crackpot history and the right to lie There is nothing like the sound of a nicely laundered pound Trying to collect around forty million Crackpot history and the right to lie |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
You think that I'm amde of money You've got something coming honey This ain't no land of milk and honey My accountant thinks that's funny Instead of trying to use your brains You sit round and suck my veins Your kind of rat belongs in drains You're gonna get around You like all those big fancy cars Trendy people and their wine bars But your lying will leave its scars Get around, get on your horse You think that I'm made of reddies That makes me choke on my Shreddies I may smile and act so sunny But this boy is not your dummy Marriages are made in heaven So what the hell happened to mine? |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Get on your backstep where you belong Leave your shirt and tie undone Cajun twister all night long You fight so hard to get your name What big eyes you got grandma On every tongue in every brain What big eyes you got grandma How in the hell can you complain What big eyes you got grandma Privacy's gone down the drain Get on your backstep where you belong Leave your shirt and tie undone Cajun twister all night long Pay attention You fight so hard to get your name What big ears you got grandma On every tongue in every brain What big ears you got grandma How in the hell can you complain What big ears you got grandma Privacy's gone down the drain You fight so hard to get your name What a big mouth you got grandma On every tongue in every brain What a big mouth you got grandma How in the hell can you complain What a big mouth you got grandma Privacy's gone down the drain Get on your backstep.... You fight so hard to get your name Please don't eat my leg grandma On every tongue in every brain Please don't eat my leg grandma How in the hell can you complain What a bore you popstars are Privacy's gone down the drain |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
I call round your house I try on your phone but you cry Leave me alone leave me alone I like your face you dig my eyes Come on now honey try this for sighs And if a push comes to a shove And we have to call it love then Baby I'll do it Baby I'll do it I don't drive no rig I don't need no car so you cry Leave me alone leave me alone I like your face you dig my eyes Come on now honey try this for sighs I don't want no lip I can smell your lies when you cry Leave me alone leave me alone You like my face I dig your thighs Scrap that honey try this for sighs |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family
A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family I feel beneath the white There is a redskin suffering From centuries of taming I feel beneath the white There is a redskin suffering From centuries of taming No method in our madness Just pride about our manner Antpeople are the warriors Antmusic is the banner! A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family No method in our madness Just pride about our manner Antpeople are the warriors Antmusic is the banner! And even when you're healthy And your colour schemes delight Down below those dandy clothes You're just a shade too white Shade too white! Shade too white! Shade too white! I feel beneath the white There is a redskin suffering From centuries of taming... I feel beneath the white There is a redskin suffering From centuries of taming... |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
You may not like
The things we do Only idiots Ignore the truth It's easy to Lay down and hide Where's the warrior Without his pride? We're gonna move real good (yeah, right) We're gonna dress so fine (OK) It's dog eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Leapfrog the dog Brush me daddy-o (Ah) (Ah, ah) (Ah) (Ah, ah) It's easy to Lay down and hide Where's the warrior Without his pride? You may not like The things we say What's the difference Anyway? We're gonna move real good (yeah, right) We're gonna dress so fine (OK) It's dog eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Leapfrog the dog Brush me daddy-o (Ah) (Ah, ah) (Ah) (Ah, ah) VERSE 5 It makes me proud So proud of you I see innocence Shining through VERSE 5 VERSE 5 VERSE 5 VERSE 5 VERSE 5 VERSE 5 |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
Well I'm standing here looking at you
What do I see? I'm looking straight through It's so sad When you're young To be told You're having fun So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favour That music's lost its taste So try another flavour Antmusic Well I'm standing here what do I see? A big nothing Threatening me It's so sad When you're young To be told You're having fun |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
Stand and deliver!
I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention The devil take your stereo and your record collection! (oh-oh) The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension! Stand and deliver your money or your life! Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking? (oh oh) It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making Stand and deliver your money or your life! Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! And even though you fool your soul Your conscience will be mine All mine We're the dandy highwaymen so tired of excuses Of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses We're the dandy highwaymen and here's our invitation (oh oh) "Throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation" Stand and deliver your money or your life! Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife! And even though you fool your soul Your conscience will be mine All mine Qua qua da diddley qua qua da diddley Qua qua da diddley qua qua da diddley Stand and deliver your money or your life! Stand and deliver your money or your life! (repeat til end) |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Silk or leather or a feather Respect yourself and all of those around you Silk or leather or a feather Respect yourself and all of those around you Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Don't you ever, don't you ever Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Prince Charming Prince Charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of... |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
Put some wax on the trax and slide on onta here
Hane hane hane hane hane Hatchets in the corner ears to the ground Improve to the groove get down to the sound Buttons and bows and bleu blanc rouge All things lively must be used Liberte, egalite, au jour dhui cest tres tres tres Voici lopportunite nous incroyables I got the moves they got the grooves Summoned the gods and they all approved Bad vibes akimbo on the shelf Bit of a rap thing going for myself This gold on the teeth's no sense at all It only matters when it's on the wall I'm standing here with my four men Let's start that rapping thing again: Marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly In the naughty north and in the sexy south Were all singing I have the mouth In the naughty north and in the sexy south Were all singing I have the mouth I have the mouth So tired of anarchists looking at me Dont need their credibility Destroy, they say, defy! condemn! As long as you don't destroy them With twenty years of drugs and drink I thought the time had come to think About standing up and saying that It's tragedy and such old hat I'm standing here with my four men Let's start that rapping thing again: (I got) marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly In the naughty north and in the sexy south Were all singing I have the mouth In the naughty north and in the sexy south Were all singing I have the mouth I have the mouth These happy feet are all we need Summoned the gods and they all agreed These feet wont stop theyre in such a hurry I knock it on the head and I go for a curry Staying sober can be neat Get drunk on these here happy feet Keep on trying to pin me down Why a title for your sound? Im standing here with my four men Lets do this rapping thing again: I got marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly In the naughty north and in the sexy south Were all singing I have the mouth... And I have the mouth And you have the mouth And they got the mouth |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide Put on a little makeup, makeup Make sure they get your good side, good side If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow There must be something inside We don't follow fashion That’d be a joke You know we're going to set them, set them So everyone can take note, take note When they saw you kneeling Crying words that you mean Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs Pretending that you're <a href="/Al_Green" title="Al Green">Al Green</a>, Al Green Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside No one's gonna tell me What's wrong and what's right Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with Or that I've won the big fight, big fight Look out or they'll tell you You're a "Superstar" Two weeks and you're an all-time legend I think the games have gone much too far If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried To take care of my insides Nobody's perfect so leave me if you object I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers When you're a pirouetting, highkicking, thigh slapping cruiser When you're a hip grinding, spellbinding, clean cut seducer You have to be careful so people take note I take it serious, but I still like a joke I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried But still you say that I lied Nobody's perfect So leave me if you object Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried To take care of my insides Nobody's perfect So leave me if you object |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
If I ask you difficult questions
If I make improper suggestions Would you find that a risk to your health? Would you put me up on the bookshelf? With the books And the plants Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious If I were kind and adoring How would that be? Very boring Mister Pressman, with your penknife Always asking about my sex life And who with And how many times Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious All the advice seems so unkind If you don't stop, you will go blind They tell you it's none of their business And console you with a big kiss On the lips And on the back of your neck Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious Desperate but not serious Your kisses drive me delirious ... |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
Boots... Kitty, Kitty!
Pussycat's going to London Looking for love and for fame I wish somebody had told her City folks ain't the same Pussycat carries a postcard Won't the big city be nice That's the place with the action She's gonna have her a slice Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Pussycat laughs at the warnings Where there's a will there's a way I think you'd agree if you saw her Rome's built in a day Pussycat's read all the papers Seen the movie and knows All the streets lead to somewhere And the pavement's gold Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Although you know it's wrong We must do it everyday When the morning comes Don't you turn around and say It's bound to end in tears So let's do it anyway Pussycat wasn't a kitten And not as dumb as they thought She had a good head on her shoulders And beauty that couldn't be bought The royalty made her an offer If she'd keep trouble at bay They'd give her the money and diamonds Be queen for a day Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
It's at times like this the great heaven knows
That we wish we had not so many clothes So let's loosen up with a playful tease Like all lovers did through the centuries We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh When it gets so hot, the end of the day You may find your clothes getting in the way If a pretty dress hides your true desire Fold it nice and slow, throw it on the fire We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh We don't need to see what the butler saw Or a mirrored room with a mirrored floor All those sneaky looks gazing down on you Are no substitute for our rendezvous We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh It's at times like this the great heaven knows That we wish we had not so many clothes So let's loosen up with a playful tease Like all lovers did through the centuries If you think it's cheap or a bit risqué Please don't say a word I'll just slip away I am not a man who believes in lies Like an octopus with big x-ray eyes Don't freeze up girl, you're looking quite a sight Be generous, I want it all tonight! We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
Ten - dress it up
Nine - dress it up Eight - dress it up Seven - dress it up, dress it up Six Fa fa fa fa fa five (ooh!) Hey hey what do you say? Had me a woman she ran away Warned me one time, warned me twice Found me out and it weren't too nice. Hey hey what do you say? Had me a woman she ran away Can the chatter, bye-bye dear Carved me a crimson career. Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up) Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up) Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up) Delta hey max nine We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up) Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up) Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up) Delta hey max nine (break) Ten - dress it up Nine - dress it up Eight - dress it up Seven - dress it up, dress it up Six Fa fa fa fa fa five Hey hey what do you say? Had me a woman she flew away Climbed onto the nearest star Miss her lots, but there you are. Hey hey what do you say? had me a woman she flew away I don't worry, things are fine Way up there in Apollo 9 Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up) Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up) Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up) Delta hey max nine We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up) Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up) Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up) Delta hey max nine We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) We will be fine (we will be fine) Apollo 9 (Apollo 9) Even though NASA say "Way out of line" (out of line) Hey hey what do you say? Had me a woman she flew away Climbed onto the nearest star Miss her lots, but there you are. Hey hey what do you say? Choochalaben dollaley You can run, you won't get far A-leyben in your capella. Hey hey what do you say? Had me a woman she flew away Climbed onto the nearest star Miss her lots, but there you are. Hey hey what do you say? Blast off time, I'm please to say Write a letter, be home soon Busy lassooing the moon. Ten Nine Eight Seven Six Fa fa fa fa fa five |
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from Adam Ant - Hits (1990)
Bang bang you're dead
Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you I try to tell you but you just don't understand You've got my entire life in your hands Vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well, you don't know what you're missing 'Cos you don't know what you got And if the enemy don't see it your way Be smart, play dead, live to fight a new day And vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well you don't know what you're missing 'Cos you don't know what you got Vive le rock, vive le rock Vive le rock If this is it then I'm afraid it's not enough Here's Johnny and he's calling your bluff Vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well you don't know what you're doing 'Cos you don't know what is what Vive le rock, vive le rock (Look out! rockers going Starwars!) Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you You're scratching records but you won't be scratching mine Don't give me chish-chash in rinky-dink time Just vive le rock, vive le rock Well I've been where I was going And it's not Tom of Finland Vive le rock, vive le rock Vive le rock Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Look Ma, I'm on top of the world |
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from Adam Ant - STRIP (1984)
It's at times like this the great heaven knows
That we wish we had not so many clothes So let's loosen up with a playful tease Like all lovers did through the centuries We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh When it gets so hot, the end of the day You may find your clothes getting in the way If a pretty dress hides your true desire Fold it nice and slow, throw it on the fire We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh We don't need to see what the butler saw Or a mirrored room with a mirrored floor All those sneaky looks gazing down on you Are no substitute for our rendezvous We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? Uh-huh-huh It's at times like this the great heaven knows That we wish we had not so many clothes So let's loosen up with a playful tease Like all lovers did through the centuries If you think it's cheap or a bit risqué Please don't say a word I'll just slip away I am not a man who believes in lies Like an octopus with big x-ray eyes Don't freeze up girl, you're looking quite a sight Be generous, I want it all tonight! We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? We're just following ancient history If I strip for you will you strip for me? |
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from Adam Ant - STRIP (1984)
Say it girlfriend, say it
Well this is this and that is that Though shrinks say they no better But people making love says more Than any word or letter He's not too good with books and such No not too good with that But he's got knowledge nice and raw And lots of nifty chat Baby let me scream at you You can decline of course I'm talking to you girlfriend Give me some chili sauce Well this is this and that is that Though shrinks say they no better But people making love says more Than any word or letter She's not the subtle kind at all Don't live her life from books But girls are girls are girls are girls And boy she's got the looks Get in get on get down get off Get up get dressed get out And if you find a better way Pick up the phone and shout Get in get on get down get off How fond of milk you are Don't be a Mrs. Hangup girl Beaucoup de chocolat It's that moment when you know it A first glance lets you show it That something good will happen here tonight And far across the room So deep inside her soon Your passion's like a spear of true delight |
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from Adam Ant - STRIP (1984)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
A word from her is worth ten from me Her main concern is honesty She beat the selfishness right out of me The wild eyed child She's my libertine My only books were women's looks And the more I read, the less I said She wanted to search inside me To find this so-called purity She acts the films that I can't see The wild eyed child She's my libertine She showed me the slim chance I'd got And all the friendships baby, that I had not Be sure she has the guts of three The wild eyed child She's my libertine I know a girl she's got a lust for danger Thinks being tough makes her the Lone Ranger But when the chips are down it's loving she craves She's just another Aphrodite slave |
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from Adam Ant - STRIP (1984)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Now I don't go to much on names No, I don't go to much on names When there's spanish games You can play if you want to Always try to look our best Frills and spanish dress When we want to She can be my matador Chase me round the floor When she wants to Figures charge in burning red Angels fear to tread Should they want to She can be my matador Chase me round the floor If she wants to Never want to cruise about Never bothered showing out You only want to wear me out No. I don't go to much on names When there's spanish games You can play if you want to |
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from Adam Ant - STRIP (1984)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
I cannot speak of what I feel And yet I feel so much I know that woman's arms can heal me Like an angel's touch She says she likes the accent She thinks it's so polite I think she going to like it more When we're alone tonight She cannot speak of what she feels And yet she feels so much Except her lover's arms can heal her Like an angel's touch Money's money my little honey A rich man's jokes are always funny Build them walls but I'm coming through Don't trouble trouble till it troubles you Money's money my little honey A rich man's jokes are always funny Ring came off in heights of passion Wear it now, and that's not fashion You open up your heart heart behold Another door slams shut And tongues are not of steel But take a look how deep they cut |
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from Adam Ant - STRIP (1984)
Boots... Kitty, Kitty!
Pussycat's going to London Looking for love and for fame I wish somebody had told her City folks ain't the same Pussycat carries a postcard Won't the big city be nice That's the place with the action She's gonna have her a slice Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Pussycat laughs at the warnings Where there's a will there's a way I think you'd agree if you saw her Rome's built in a day Pussycat's read all the papers Seen the movie and knows All the streets lead to somewhere And the pavement's gold Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Although you know it's wrong We must do it everyday When the morning comes Don't you turn around and say It's bound to end in tears So let's do it anyway Pussycat wasn't a kitten And not as dumb as they thought She had a good head on her shoulders And beauty that couldn't be bought The royalty made her an offer If she'd keep trouble at bay They'd give her the money and diamonds Be queen for a day Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots Pussycat, Pussycat where have you been? I've been to London, and now I'm queen Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits And the mice all call me - Puss 'n Boots |
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from Adam Ant - STRIP (1984)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
What do you wear in bed? Some headphones on my head What do you like to hold? My breath, she said. (He's a playboy) Hi there, haven't I seen you somewhere before? Was it in my dreams, I'm not too sure The way you look seems so unfair All that beauty, golden hair. You dance like someone heaven blessed All wrapped up in gorgeous dress I just want you to catch me when I fall... Has anyone ever told you you've got the most Beautiful eyes? I really do mean it. D'you like fast cars?... She like Johnny, she likes Joe But they both ignore her so Mister Playboy sing your song And the horse you rode in on... |
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from Adam Ant - STRIP (1984)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Lay him down inside the car Boston en route, not too far Down another bleak highway Soothes the morning pain away What had passed the night before Room 1206 on the floor Beautiful, his Bardot And though he's spoiled She likes him so He's just a joker flash and cheap And not to fussy where he sleeps Before he starts to complain She wants him to be bad again So the couple lying there Teach each other how to swear Could this be a dirty night? It could if they're doing it right |
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from Adam Ant - STRIP (1984)
Give me your hand here is mine
Better in the open It's showtime let's call the tune He's her baby boy Navel to neck Give me your mouth I want to kiss you Something deep inside me waits You're giving up your daughters But perfection is so dull He's her baby boy Navel to neck Give me your mouth I want to kiss you That's the way the honey goes Sweeter than a toy From his tippy to his toes He's her baby boy That's the way the honey goes Sweeter than a toy (hey, girl) From his tippy to his toes He's her baby boy (what did I say) That's the way the honey goes Sweeter than a toy Come out to play, huh Every inch of you I prize Your body is a vision And all the while look in your eyes |
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from Adam Ant - STRIP (1984)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Just stay out of my face And get out of this place Stop pulling my string If you want a nice face Boy None so dull as spoken word Things like "girls be seen not heard" And when she fights you back Don't call her Amazon Be very quiet, Nothing to say Talk like a nice boy And you'll be O.K. You dig A slice of heaven is what you are Said Mary Joe in her little car A slice of heaven is what you are Now sensual big ladies are Stranger in town Plenty of cash But you're in the wrong place friend If you want to be flash Dig it The sweetest girl I ever knew Was six feet four with eyes of blue She's so wonderful Don't call her Amazon A slice of heaven is what you are Said Mary Joe in her sports car Such a darling child Don't call her Amazon A-M-A-Z-O-N |
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from Adam Ant - Friend Or Foe (1986)
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried To take care of my insides Nobody's perfect so leave me if you object I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers When you're a pirouetting, highkicking, thigh slapping cruiser When you're a hip grinding, spellbinding, clean cut seducer You have to be careful so people take note I take it serious, but I still like a joke I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers or my enemies I want those who get to know me To become admirers Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried But still you say that I lied Nobody's perfect So leave me if you object Take it up or leave it I'm not gonna change a bit If it means heartache Then leave it out for your sake I tried and I tri-tried To take care of my insides Nobody's perfect So leave me if you object |
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from Club Epic - A Collection Of Classic Dance Mixes - Volume 5 (1996)
With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide Put on a little makeup, makeup Make sure they get your good side, good side If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow There must be something inside We don't follow fashion That’d be a joke You know we're going to set them, set them So everyone can take note, take note When they saw you kneeling Crying words that you mean Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs Pretending that you're <a href="/Al_Green" title="Al Green">Al Green</a>, Al Green Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside No one's gonna tell me What's wrong and what's right Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with Or that I've won the big fight, big fight Look out or they'll tell you You're a "Superstar" Two weeks and you're an all-time legend I think the games have gone much too far If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside |
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from Look of The Eightset (1992)
With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide Put on a little makeup, makeup Make sure they get your good side, good side If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow There must be something inside We don't follow fashion That’d be a joke You know we're going to set them, set them So everyone can take note, take note When they saw you kneeling Crying words that you mean Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs Pretending that you're <a href="/Al_Green" title="Al Green">Al Green</a>, Al Green Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside No one's gonna tell me What's wrong and what's right Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with Or that I've won the big fight, big fight Look out or they'll tell you You're a "Superstar" Two weeks and you're an all-time legend I think the games have gone much too far If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token, token Write it on a pound note, pound note Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside 'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow Must be something inside |
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