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(c) Batchelor / Wood 1994 / 1995 / 1998
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The Dull Towns Of England
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Home
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I've
been to Leicester
it’s the home of ‘BensonShoe’-
I’ve been to Redditch
and there’s nothing there to do.
I’ve been to Morecambe
felt the overpowering gloom!
And oh, if Corby were the bride,
the Devil would be groom.
I have seen the
dull towns of England!
I’ve been
to Solihull
the dull place I was raised
I’ve been to Dartford
just to see the different greys
I’ve been to Worcester
and I got more stares than smiles!
Oh, I’ve been to Coventry
the same old brick for miles
I have seen the
dull towns of England!
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The Rake
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More Words |
Every
girl who’s ever loved me has the right to weep
‘Cos I’m always making promises I cannot keep
And now I’ve found the girl who’s got me on my knees
Oh it’s such a precious thing to a guy like me
chorus:’cos I’m
a rake (bom bom de doo dom)
I’m a rake (bom bom de doo dom) (he’s a rake!)
I can’t make no happy face today
‘Cos she’s gone and gone and gone away!
I’ve been a scoundrel
and I’ve been a loner too
I’ve ducked and dived and run away when it suits me to do
I’ve left them waiting many times, yes it’s true
But I could never run away, away, away from you
’cos I’m
a rake (bom bom de doo dom)
I’m a rake (bom bom de doo dom) (but he’s very Frank)
I can’t make no happy face today
‘Cos she’s gone and gone and gone away!
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Chelter Skelter
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Get in cheap to gigs!
Yeh man! |
TURN FRONTY UP!
Silver boots a
mile apart
and by the bed there’s a broken vase
A broken vase was not your scene
and now I know what traffic means
chorus: I’m
going home
I’m going home
I’m going HOME home HOME home home-home home-home HOME
You gotta let me go-oh!
I remember down
in Cheltenham
On the night we danced and sang
In a sordid basement bar
Self-adhesive luminescent stars
chorus
It’s five
to ten
You’ve done my head in again
I think I should leave
But I don’t know when, really don’t know when
1st
verse repeated
chorus
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My Favourite Restaurant
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What The Nice Journalist
Says |
You’re
my favourite waiter in the world
I’d rather talk to you than the world’s most beautiful girl
So thank God it’s not Tuesday
Then I wouldn’t see your smiling face tonight.
You’re such a man you’re such a guy
You don’t even even have to try! Oh no!
So thank God it’s not Sunday, oh no!
Then I’d have to stay at home tonight
You
told me I’d be better off at your place
And here I am stuck in this ugly little dump called Paris
So thank God it’s not Wednesday, oh noo!
Thank god it’s not Wednesday (ba doo buddy doo)
Thank god it’s not Wednesday (doom buddy doo)
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Psychedelic Situation
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Spaghetti |
What do you think
of the psychedelic situation in this town?
What do you think of the psychedelic situation in this town?
Are you still waiting and hoping for it to come back around?
Are you still waiting and hoping for it to come back around?
Spent five years
recreating one summer so long ago
Spent five years recreating one summer so long ago
When you look at your shirts and the drugs have all gone
do you feel low?
When you look at your shirts and the drugs have all gone
do you feel low?
All across the
nation
there’s a cerebral vibration
Cats and kids in speedway strips
scouring through the bargain bins
1st
section repeated
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Amsterdam Hotel Lounge
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Home
Again
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Supa
dupa dilruba baby,
Well you never really made the scene.
Wandering round in your home town
Encapsulated in a plastic dream
Milky baby, overfed and rheumy-eyed with tears
Giant rabbits in the sky confirm your latest fears
In ’72 you know what to do
already living through to ’74
In ’76 you were turning tricks
as a local conversational bore
And now you try to tell us that we burned you of your sound
Should have known it wouldn’t take too long for that to come
around
chorus:
We no longer want the same sound
That trickles out of your mouth
And blocks up the drains
Please don’t ever give us that sound
The Amsterdam Hotel Lounge
is fading away, fading away, fading away
Ultra-vavu
it’s not the things that you do
but the things that you don’t that are bad
‘Cos Indian giving is the way you make a living
You’re all over like a nasty little rash
And now you try to tell us that we burned you of your sound
Should have known it wouldn’t take too long for that to come
around
1st
verse repeated
chorus
repeated
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I've Been
Looking
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I’ve been
looking when I’m down the pub
I’ve been looking when I’m on the bus
I’ve been looking when I’m in the shower
Even at an ungodly hour.
I’ve been looking when I’m in a club
I’ve been looking even in the tub
I’ve been looking when I’m in the car
I’ve been looking in every bar
chorus: ‘Cos I’ve been looking for so long
I’ve been looking for someone
I’ve been looking, oh I’ve been looking
Oh I’ve been looking around.
I’ve been looking from the mountain top
I’ve been looking in the corner shop
I’ve been looking wherever I roams
Even been looking in stately homes
I’ve been looking in the cheap café
I’ve been looking every way
I’ve been looking down every street
And wherever I take my feet
chorus.
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Hard Friend
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Buy Our Stuff?
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He’s
kind of low on subtlety
But very high on loyalty
Like Chewbacca or Mr. T
So no-one’s gonna mess with me
chorus:
He’s my hard friend, he’s my hard friend
HARD FRIEND, HARD FRIEND
He’s my hard friend, he’s my hard friend
HARD FRIEND, HARD FRIEND
He’s my hard friend there’ll be nothing left of you
Well,
I’m not much good in a fight
My hard friend makes sure it’s alright
He never picks on any sop
But if you pick on him then watch them drop !
chorus repeated.
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Edsel
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Time
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Phwwhhhhhhhhhhhwhhhhhwhhwhhhhhhgghhhhhwwwhhhhh...~~~~
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Shoot Out
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Where we came from
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I
never met a man against me so
What I’m gonna do I just don’t know
Well, she’ll never have it easy when he is around
Pointing his guns at everybody in town
chorus:
He’s become my enemy, I’ve got no choice in the matter.
He
knows all about me, more that I’d tell
To a man who’d rather see me in Hell
Well, she’ll never have it easy while he is the judge
He’s got in this position and he just won’t budge
chorus
Well,
I’ve done bad things make no mistake
And I done things that’ll make you quake
But I’m not as bad as he makes out
He’s madder than madder than mad there’s no doubt now
chorus.
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(Never Be A) Milksop
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Sorry about my
hair
I’m sorry about my voice
Sorry about my trousers too
Sorry I’m so soft
Sorry I’m so fey
Sorry to upset you
chorus: Never be
a milksop
Never be a milksop
Never be a milksop (I was born that way)
Sorry about my
hat
I’m sorry about my class
Sorry I exist at all
Sorry about my muscles
Sorry I hate tussles
Sorry to use long words
chorus
Sorry about my
purse
Sorry that I flirt
With women that should be yours
Sorry that you beat me
I know that you hate me
Of course it’s not your fault
chorus.
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When She's Flirting
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With
emotions she’s toying
Gets kind of annoying
But I’ve only got myself to blame
‘Cos I like her that way
She’s rolling eyes and swinging hips
You get a close-up of her lips
Don’t think about relationships
But I like her that way.
She’s
happiest when she’s flirting
Now
she’s on the dancefloor
For her smile you’re gonna fall
You could say she’s a silly girl
But I like her that way.
‘Cos I like the fact that she is free
She’ll never be tied to a guy like me
She won’t yearn for my company
Oh! I like her that way.
She’s
happiest when she’s flirting.
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Perfect Sound
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Sly
and the Family
they made what for me was the perfect sound
Sly and the Family
they made what for me was the perfect sound
chorus:
PERFECT SOUND
Oh!
I remember
as I went, as I went over that old ground
My head, it was spinning
Completely full, completely full of the perfect sound
chorus.
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Hey Modigliani!
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Hey Modigliani !
We know where you came from
Did you bang your head on the ceiling
One too many times when you were young?
Hey
Modigliani !
We called you on the phone
You were lost and trapped in a Pernod ad
in Montmartre all alone-
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-Modigliani
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-Modigliani
We know you to say hello to,
But not like that, crazy cat.
Hey
Modigliani !
Looked at things in different ways
Problems are just answers
Upside-down in the wrong tray
Hey Modigliani !
We feel much better now
The sun shines through the chimney stacks
in the tram on the way down
in the tram on the way down
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-Modigliani
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-Modigliani
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-Modigliani
We know you to say hello to,
But not like that, crazy cat.
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Stop Paddling
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Stop
paddling, stop paddling, stop paddling in my pool
Take a swim or go back in to the changing room
‘Cos I want to be your boyfriend
I just can’t drop the boy
Rescue me from misery
Drive me wild with joy
Stop
picking, stop picking, stop picking at my pie
‘Cos I want to be eaten whole
And here’s the reason why
‘Cos I want to be your boyfriendYou drive me wild you see
I can’t take to the slopes with only one ski
Stop
drinking, stop drinking, stop drinking half a cup
‘Cos I want to be glugged down whole
Instead of half way up.
‘Cos I want to be your honey
I want you to stay all night
I want the apple whole
I don’t want just a bite
‘Cos that’s what makes me cry
‘Cos that’s what makes me cry
That’s what makes me cry.
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King Of Your 
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Don’t want to be on the
edge of your life
Don’t want to be around when you find another guy
Don’t want to be just another friend in your life
Don’t want to be here when you find another guy
chorus: Cos you’re
the Queen of my heart
and I want to be the King of yours.
Don’t want
to stop you doing exactly what you want
Just got to tell you you’re the queen of my heart.
Don’t want to chain you up or cramp your style
I’m winded by a baseball bat every time I see you smile
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