Antfan, there's no need to feel down
I said Antfan, cos' we ain't been around
I said Antfan, there's no others in town
Who can do the things that we do
Antfan, there's a place you can go
I said Antfan, called the Antmusic Show
I said go there, to Adam and the Ants
They can make you start new romance
It's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.
It's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.
Put on a kilt, dye your hair green
And dance the Zerox-Machine
A.N.T.S. it's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.
Put on your paint
And hold up your head
Till all the though men drop dead
Antfan, I was once in your shoes
So tired and fed up with the blues
So I went and got me a sound
And we called that sound Antmusic
No band does it just like we do
I said no band gets to satisfy you
Go there to the Adam and the Ants
They can make you start new romance
Antfan what do you want to be
Nowhere or an Ant just like me
You can go there to Adam and the Ants
Adam Ant
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
Baby go to hell
Your perspirations brought the wallpaper down
I just can't stand it when you walk into town
I'd love to kiss you baby fall for your charms
but that's all over when you lift up your arms
There's so much trouble when we go for a bite
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 theres a whip in may valise on yeah
who taught you to torture?
who taught ya?
who taught ya?
who taught ya?
who taught ya?
describe the special punishment room
over my garage, theres a
whipping post, a vertical beam
you have to be in charge
I payed a packet
for a new straight jacket
and theres a whip in my valise oh yeah
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 to torture?
who taught ya?
I went to the zoo
to look at the animals
the first thing I saw
was a wallfull of handclaps
some wearing green hats
and all sucking chocky bars
so I went and looked at
the three horned chameleon
the idea
he walked up and down
just trying to get close to me
a split little hand
scratching at the glass
I looked at the snakes
and I looked at the crocodiles
you'd better
show me the man
who made all of this
the idea
I could be religious if ...
you didn't have to kneel down
I could be religious if ...
a god would say ";hello";
I could be religious if ...
an angel touched my shoulder
I could be religious if ...
they set the hymns to disco
(like this)
holy holy holy
lord god almighty
god in three persons
beloved trinity
holy holy holy
all the saints adore thee
christ in three persons
belovedtrinity
the idea
don't like your stare
don't like the arm in the air
your style is so brash
and that silly moustache
it was, tabletalk
the evil I see
sends bad vibrations through me
and oh what a square
with your diagonal hair
it was, tabletalk
l said to gilly
'how do you do tabletalk?'
'how do you do tabletalk?'
and this is what she said;
'love love love love...'
the love of his life
too close to become a wife
and the death of this girl
came close to saving the world
from his tabletalk
Adam Ant
I want to date you maybe
I want to take you out
I want to wine and dine you
I want to twist and twist and shout
I want you hard in my arms
I want you soft on my bed
You get the keys to my heart
When you wear that sweet dress
(You know, the short one)
But you're so physical
Physical
For me
You're just too physical
Physical
For me
I want your rough house baby
I want this right in your ear
You let me feel your danger
I let you 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
Oh you're so physical oooh
Oh you're so physical oooh woooh
Oh you're so physical oooooooooh
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
The murder happy characters have such fun
They murder happy characters one by one
You want a second chance
But 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
And leave you on the floor in a big red heap
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 good guys hate the bad guys
And the bad guys hate the good guys
And we call this making history
And the good guys hate the bad guys
And the bad guys hate the good guys
And we call this making history
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
In for a penny in for a pound
If she walks by 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
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
In the panic and the traumas
Miss Fierce puts a bee
Fierce Legwarmers
When men think big
And by golly they do
Don't wanna go crying
Adam Ant
Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming
Just crossed over into Mexico
Lock up your pigsty 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'll dig himself a hole
or go looking for your favorite pet, Ole
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 O.K.
Damn your eyes Mr. Khruschev
Don't go dropping bombs on here
'Cos if you start dropping bombs over here
We're gonna have to drop some bombs over there.
Heard a lot of small talk
All about your doing
But we will be the last boys
Left standing in the ruins
Yes-siree
Good-by-ee
To the twentieth century
Yipee-ya yipee-ya.
Clamping on a stetson
Activate the go code
Get me a citation
When I drop my little load
Yes-siree
Good-by-ee
To the twentieth century
Yipee-ya yipee-ya.
Pleasures of survival
Ain't so tough
Have a real good time in Vegas
With all that stuff
Yes-siree
Good-by-ee
To the twentieth century
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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 moves your brains a thinking
Doesn't reach your feet
You got to get this complication out of your head
Or find another man instead
You listen very close to what the bad girls said
In all those crumby articles and in my bed
You say I'm just a stripper not afraid to strip
With my brains rattlin' my hips
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
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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
don't tread on an ant he's done nothing to you
there might come a day
when he's treading on you
don't tread on an ant you'll end up black and blue
you cut off his head
legs come looking for you
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
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Instrumental
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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
And throw the rest away
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
Here comes the grump, here comes the grump
Doctors said "Adam, sex kills"
uno, due, tre, quattro ...
Marinetti Boccioni, Carra Balla Palasechi!
Marinetti Boccioni, Carra Balla Palasechi!
Futurist Manifesto!
Futurist Manifesto!
war is the worlds lowly hygeine
energy and fearlessness
racing car the beauteous beast
hurl defiance at the stars
Futurist Manifesto!
Voices of animals animals men!
Voices of animals animals men!
noises obtained by percussion
metal, wood on skin and bone
voices of animals and men
laugh, shout, scream and moan
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
I will love you each day of my life
And when I die they can
Fetch them a knife
Cut me open
Written on by brain
And in my heart they'll find a name
It'll be yours, yours, yours, yours
A love dare not speak its name
If you wanna be happy
Live out of the past
Make your new lover
As good as the last
Or better...
Please don't love me
For what I'm not
Better you hate me
For what I've got
Adam Ant
Why?
Oh why?
Tell me why?
Do girls Love..
Horses?
Why?
Oh why?
Tell me why?
Do girls Love..
Horses?
Is it Gos they're round?
Or they're six feet off the ground?
Is it because they're on top?
Or the clippety clop?
Adam Ant
I got a heart on my arm
It says pure sex
It hurt
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
She's gonna blow my throbbing brains out
Yeah
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
In days of old, when ships were bold
Just like the men who sailed them
and if they showed us disrespect
we'd tie them up and flail them
often men of low degree
and often men of steel
who'd make you walk the plank alone
or haul you 'round the keel
hoist the Jolly Roger!
hoist the Jolly Roger!
hoist the Jolly Roger!
it's your money that we want
and your money we shall have!
of all the pirates on the seas
the worst of them was Blackbeard
so damnable a fiend from hell
he was the one they most feared
any man who sailed with him
was taking quite a chance
he'd hang them from the gallows
just to see if they could dance (ha! ha!)
Adam Ant
One million A. D.
There'll be you there'll be me
Rocky's dead
That's Rocky 1003
Red stars and stripes
One big team
With little Europe
In between
U. S. S. A.
U. S. S. A.
U. S. S.
What you want is what you get now
U. S. S. A.
U. S. S. A.
U. S. S.
Rearrange the alphabet
One million A. D.
We get on happily
Rocky's dead
That's a real tragedy
Synthesizers made us slaves
So we smashed them up
To decorate our caves
Look out 'cos Armageddon's gonna rock you
He got plans for you and me
Look out for Armageddon on the goodship
Faith, hope, and anarchy
One million A. D.
We don't dig history
We killed the Gonk
To avenge Rocky
We've archive footage
How it all began
The film was called
How The West Was Won
Move over
Adam Ant
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!
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
too emotional am I?
too emotional am I?
with a spirit soaring
ten miles high
I sing loud words that make me cry
too emotional are we?
too emotional are we?
defying all security
I mean to keep this fire in me
because you're feeding me
to the lions
you're feeding me
to the lions
feeding me
to the lions
too emotional are you?
too emotional are you?
with just one heart
to see you through
a world where facts are so untrue
I got Utah dust
Inside my boots
Peroxide
Covering my roots
Know what it's like to love
And like to be loved
I tell you (oh hohoh) it's such a thrilling thing
That's just the Yin and the Yang of it
Sweet China went to dust for the want of it
Call it Zen or call it Buddha
Inner peace or Heavy Banana
That's just the Yin and the Yang of it
Sweet China swam in blood for the need of it
So don't you ask me to stop wanting it
Don't ask me (oh hohoh) to stop needing it
It's just the Yin and the Yang of it
Call it Zen or call it Buddha
Inner peace or Heavy Banana
That's just the Yin and the Yang of it
It's got some words and a beat to it
Don't you ask me to stop wanting it
Don't ask me (oh hohoh) to stop needing it
It's just the Yin and the Yang of it
Call it Zen or call it Buddha
Inner peace or Heavy Banana
That's just the Yin and the Yang of it
In from cold
Show me ecstasy
Just let the tears
Roll on out of me
Know what it's like to love
And like to be loved
I tell you (oh hohoh) it's such a thrilling thing
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
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
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni/Boz Boorer
I want your heart
I want your soul
I want everything you hold dear
I want the sinews that bind you together
I know enough is never enough
I want the broad road and 20/20 vision
Your wrist a keyboard of perfume
Money cannot buy
And I'm in a position to say
The camera does not lie
There's a lot of vampires out there
Hanging out to grab your soul
They don't live in Transylvania
They don't live in rock 'n' roll
I want your bones
I want your blood
I want everything you hold dear
I want the sinews that bind you together
I made an educated guess
There's a panic in the lingerie
You know I tremble at each touch
Close my eyes and sigh
Then fly off like a bullet
For the darkside of the sky
I want you pain
I want your pleasure
I want everything you hold dear
I want the sinews that bind you together
I know enough is never enough
Hatcheck to showgirl
Let's to bed madam
I know there's no way out but through together
Wet with sex
Wet with sweat
Embody your body
There's a lot of vampires out there
Hanging out to grab your soul
They don't live in Transylvania
They don't live in rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
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
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
I wont take that talk from no one
I wont take that talk from no one
Inside it makes you ill
And the pity of it all you're fighting,
You don't see it anymore you're fighting
A size 12 fight in a size 10 war
I said i'd never forget you
And I didn't and I never will
Have a dance, meet a girl you dig
Acting like the second coming
Oh words are only words
Said another way
Got to stop treating people
Like they have no feelings
Stop treating people
Like they have no meaning
I wont take that talk from no one
I wont take that talk from no one
Inside it makes you ill
Soft as a mother's love
Her hands were cool and graceful
And you'll get no complaints from me
I said i'd never forget you
And I didn't and I never will
Have a dance, meet a girl you dig
Acting like the second coming
Oh words are only words
So I tell myself
Got to stop treating people
Like they have no feelings
Stop treating people
Like they have no meaning
I wont take that talk from no one
I wont take that talk from no one
Inside it makes you ill
I wont take that talk from no one
I wont take that talk from no one
Inside it makes you ill
Soft as a mother's love
Her hands were cool and graceful
And you'll get no complaints from me
pity of it all you're fighting,
You don't see it anymore you're fighting
A size 12 fight in a size 10 war
I said i'd never forget you
And I didn't and I never will
Have a dance, meet a girl you dig
Acting like the second coming
Oh words are only words
Said another way
Got to stop treating people
Like they have no feelings
Stop treating people
Like they have no meaning
I wont take that talk from no one
I wont take that talk from no one
Inside it makes you ill
Soft as a mother's love
Her hands were cool and graceful
And you'll get no complaints from me
I said i'd never forget you
And I didn't and I never will
Have a dance, meet a girl you dig
Acting like the second coming
Oh words are only words
So I tell myself
Got to stop treating people
Like they have no feelings
Stop treating people
Like they have no meaning
I wont take that talk from no one
I wont take that talk from no one
Inside it makes you ill
I wont take that talk from no one
I wont take that talk from no one
Inside it makes you ill
Soft as a mother's love
Her hands were cool and graceful
Your'e living up to someone's image of yourself
Crawling like a helpless infant on the floor
You turn down bread for the want of a steak
What's worth waking up in a cold sweat for?
You know, it could have been good
And it could have been fine, you know
You're living up to someone's image of yourself
Devastated they don't really give a damn
As you wait around for someone to do it all for you
You know they gonna make you pay through the nose
On a very rare occasions that they do
The more innocent you are
The more you will learn, you say
You're living up to someone's image of yourself
Yeah, You're living up to someone's image of yourself
You're living up to someone's image of yourself
Oh you
Don't need opinion
Don't need a miror
Believe that you're enough
And you
Tapped at my shoulder
Captured my heart
I thought your name was love
Thought your name was love
Don't need opinion
Don't need a miror
Believe that you're enough
And you
Tapped at my shoulder
Captured my heart
I thought your name was love
I thought your name was love
Its just an image of yourself
Well come tell me your story
I'll tell you mine
Sunday morning Communion
Standing in a lineFeelling like a cannibal
Eating flesh and drinking blood
Disguised as wine
I know some day we're gonna see
Wings spring out from you shoulders
What kind of being are you?
For there are moments upon moments
Upon moments
When you hardly seem to walk the earth
And I realize I've spent my whole life searching
Searching for an angel
For an angel, for an angel
So come tell me your story
I'll tell you all
Looking at rococco statues
And paintings on the wall
Sitting up there high and mighty
Was this Eden was this hell?
I had to know
I know some day we're gonna see
Wings spring out from you shoulders
What kind of being are you?
For there are moments upon moments
Upon moments
When you hardly seem to walk the earth
You're an angel...
I know some day we're gonna see
Wings spring out from you shoulders
What kind of being are you?
For there are moments upon moments
Upon moments
When you hardly seem to walk the earth
And I realize I've spent my whole life searching
Searching for an angel
For an angel
And I realize I've spent my whole life searching
Searching for an angel
For an angel, for an angel
For an angel, for an angel
Great when you call us
Thank you for staying with us
We missed you all so desperatley
But don't blink or you'll miss me
On a street like this as it were
From the thick of Jerusalem
Is what makes you love old England
The roots of freedom are here
Say what you will about the Alien
Just dig in and start with the sky
He's welcome and ever may be so
And then somhow everyhting seems
To come out right
So let's hear it for
Let's hear it for
Let's hear it for
The Alien
You're such a killer
But oh just you trade that in
For tea and Jammie Dodgers
Down the prospect and sing
On a street like this as it were
From the thick of Jerusalem
Is what makes you love old England
The roots of freedom are here
Say what you will about the Alien
Just dig in and start with the sky
He's welcome and ever may be so
And then somhow everyhting seems
To come out right
So let's hear it for
Let's hear it for
Let's hear it for
Well hello matey
What have you done for me lately?
Yeah
Are you paying my rent?
Are you my best friend?
You cant beat our meat
So you better shut your pipehole
Mister, are you listening
To the bingy bingy bingy bingy bongy children?
Do you feel good?
Do you feel the shame?
Or is it 1969 Again?
Oh how you make me
Wish I was a baby
Yeah
When you're playing Miss Swish
Knickers on we're british
You're my agony nanny
With you big towel protection
Mister, are you listening
To the bingy bingy bingy bingy bongy children?
Do you feel good?
Do you feel the shame?
Coz it's 1969 Again
God made the little fishes
And god he made the seven seas
God makes us to pay for our sins
That's why he gave us
The bingly bongly children
1969 Again...
Mister, are you listening
To the bingy bingy bingy bingy bongy children?
Do you feel good?
Do you feel the shame?
Coz it's 1969 Again
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Well it's a dopey mopey
Doop-de-boop civilian time
It's all mine
And it's a dopey mopey
Doop-de-boop civilian time
It's all mine
Crinkum crankum
Turn them up and spank thems fine
Razor keen and good again
Schemes, if you know what I mean
Things are looking good again
Razor keen good again
Gonna take a hatchet to 'em
Hack my way in.
Centre and stop, pan right and stop
Centre and stop, pull back and stop
A new murder squad
Off kick murder squad
Kick kick murder squad
She was kissing my back and my neck and my face
I was looking around for the percect place
To lay down beside her and say maybe
This is the time to make babies
Prettiest girl I have ever seen
I look at you and I think it's a dream
I love your voice and your sexy body
Let's go deep inside into the love stream
Face like a picture in a gallery
Her legs were long and slim as she walked up to me
Wide at the front and wide at the back
Her hips were curved only her stomach was flat
An IQ of 690, everything one woman can be
"Push push 'cos I like it like that"
So I push push and then she pushes back. said
"Don't stop it's never felt better
I think I'd like to carry on forever
Beautiful dream more than a dream
In effect in a love stream love power
It was a beautiful dream more than a dream
In effect in a love stream love power"
Love and hate will never be friends
This is a dream and I don't want it to end
I'll be your friend I'll be more than your friend
This is a love I must defend
Slow slow and it grows it grows
Fast fast and it lasts it lasts
On top top till you jump right off
Underneath don't stop don't stop
And when it's time to change position
We gotta make a big decision
Already did this once before
Let's get off the bed and onto the floor
"Push push because I like it like that"
So I push push and then she pushes back. said
"Don't stop it's never felt better
I think I'd like to carry on forever
Beautiful dream more than a dream
In effect in a love stream love power
It was a beautiful dream more than a dream
In effect in a love stream love power"
Hey emotion love devotion
Sex is emotion in motion
Hey emotion, love, devotion
Sex is emotion in motion
I think I'd like to carry it on forever
Lets fire it up!
This is a dream whose time has come
And you and me are the only ones
To take it on to the special place
Let me touch your mouth and let me kiss your face
One and one makes two
Sleeping together like dreamers do
We look to love to make something new
Darling darling it all you
It's sex that sets your mind and body free
It's sex that keeps away from the HIV
Sex opens the lock if you got the key
Sex made you and sex made me
So lets turn it up lets turn it down
It's better the second time around
"Push push because I like it like that"
So I push push and then she pushes back. said
"Don't you stop it's never felt better
I think I'd like to carry on forever
Beautiful dream more than a dream
In effect in a love stream love power
It was a beautiful dream more than a dream
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
The Greek, the Gypsy, the Italian
And the Pole, took a look around
Chewed up the gauntlet,
Spat it out
Raised them to the ground
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Scorpio rising
Four young men, greasy hair
Don't know zip
Leather jackets, big packets
Into it, into it.
Knock 'em dead sweetie, then sock four
My body, cha-cha, and orf
Four young men on big bad bikes
Ben Hur daddy argent!
Give me a flash of white white skin
Above the stocking part
Cool it with the jewels, appreciate
The world finest work of art.
Four young men a-come through hot
The last of the moccasins
Don't sit around with their chi-chi friends
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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
leapfrog the dog
and brush me daddy-O
it makes me proud
so proud of you
I see innocence
shining through
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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.
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.
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
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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 he baby boy
Every inch of you I prize
Your body is a vision
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?
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
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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
and there's a bullet with my name on it
times-a-coming
when a new breed say
welcome tomorrow
instead of yesterday
my times-a-coming
when those despised
take shelter in the power
of my Kiowa eyes
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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
";no method in our madness
just pride about our maner
Antpeople are the warriors
Antmusic is the banner!";
and even when you're healthy
and your colour schemes delight
down below thos dandy clothes
you're just a shade too white
shade too white!
shade too white!
I feel beneath the white
there is a redskin suffering
from centuries of taming...
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
London town 1730
women drunk, children dirty
they'd seen the pictures from afar
down in Gin Lane
over the bar
yo ho ho - Mowhok!
yo ho
yo ho ho - Mowhok!
yo ho aee yo ho ho hoh
here we are in the eighties
Mohican, proud and fair
goes to show that a fashion
can survive
so beware!
yo ho ho - Mowhok!
yo ho
yo ho ho - Mowhok!
yo ho aee yo ho ho hoh
ha ha hilla hey hallah hollo lo ho
Mowhok!
ha ha hilla hey hallah hollo lo ho
Dey hoh
ha ha hilla hey hallah hollo lo ho
Mowhok!
ha ha hilla hey hallah hollo lo ho...
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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...
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
and when summer gets to me
and sets the sex on fire
my body is an ocean
of twisted white debris
and when summer gets to me
and sets the heart in motion
a pain that hides in my insides
is suddenly set free
and sex is sex forget the rest
the only one that's free
the only great adventure left
to humankind, that's you and me
and when summer gets to me
and tries to make me tired
I'm living every minute
and dying every three
and sex is sex forget the rest
the only one that's free
the only great adventure left
to humankind, that's you and me
let all the braggers brag
Sex
S-E-X
virginity's no crime
Sex
S-E-X
your body should be yours
Sex
S-E-X
and sharing it sublime
Sex
S-E-X
You want the world and you want it now
I've got the nerve baby show me how
Fast leather with a good idea
High on the hop so kick it over here
You swallow up a story like a cat drinks milk
Still believe in lingerie white silk
Your a little devil with your hold in tact
What will it take to get you back jack
It's gonna take time, all you really need is time,
Let's get together, and fry, not naughty, but nice, it's not wrong it's right
All you really need is time, let's get together, and fry, not naughty, but nice
You little devil
Variety leaves me so amazed
Dangerous liaison in the home of the crazed
How can you see our love is complete
When you melt me down with your body heat
Sitting in the saddle only to complain
No time for talking baby anyway
Things you do you know I like
You gonna crawl Baby D. all night ???
It's gonna take time, all you really need is time,
It's gonna take time, all you really need is time,
Let's get together, and fry, not naughty, but nice, it's not wrong it's right
All you really need is time, let's get together, and fry, not naughty, but nice
You little devil
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
See the Spaniard eating chocolates
see the Spaniard have a ball
see the Spaniard trust in no one
he's on quality street
he's on quality street
as the masters rot on walls
and the angels eat their grapes
I watched Picasso visit The Planet Of The Apes
as the masters rot on walls
and the angels eat their grapes
I watched Picasso
Pablo Picasso
visit The Planet Of The Apes (yeah)
see the Spaniard seek companion
see the Spaniard take it all
see the Spaniard sell his friends out
he's on quality street
he's on quality street
and pretenders pretend
to their patronage lend
but it's the ones we don't see
that always fascinate me
as the masters rot on walls
and the angels eat their grapes
I watched Picasso visit The Planet Of The Apes
as the masters rot on walls
and the angels eat their grapes
I watched Picasso
Pablo Picasso
visit The Planet Of The Apes (yeah)
as the real heroes died
and their ideas supplied
to a fat little magpie
with money in his eyes
they bowed and they scraped
as opinions he shaped
now every little sketch a fortune will fetch
and the bleach killer kills
and the bleach killer kills yeah
and as the masters rot on walls (see the Spaniard sell the whole world)...
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Ladies can be captains and ladies can be chiefs
just like glorious Amazons, Ann Bonny, Mary Read
ladies can be captains and ladies can be chiefs
this stuff I'm talking buddy-bob
don't give me any grief
5 Guns West
I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan
gonna take a whirl with a big tough girl
I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan
gonna spend my life with a big tough wife
a woman's wrath hath no man, and this all men must fear
these were ladies from hell, carving crimson careers
ladies can be captains and ladies can be chiefs
this stuff I'm talking buddy-bob
don't give me any grief
5 Guns West
I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan
gonna spend my day in a big tough way
I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan
gonna take a whirl with a big tough girl
5 Guns West
I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan
gonna spend my life with a big tough wife
I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan
gonna take a whirl with a big tough girl
Im' a big tough man and my name is Stan
gonna take a ride with my big tough bride
I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan
gonna spend my day in a big tough way
Temperatures rise at a hundred degrees
Bet you don't freeze at the Mile High Club
The crash axe would be my only defense
Dogs go berserk when my engines start
Any any animal, any any animal
Get your feet up on the floor, find your father, four to four
Any any animal, any any animal
Jack you were wiped out, blood's still running
Sex gang children gang up on you, jump on top, on top of you
Make love, make love, make love to you, one two three four five miles high
At the Mile High Club
Animal pairs is the game they play, flying flying, flying all the way
This one's for you, only minor birds out there
All the way, all the way to Les Boucher
Any any animal, any any animal
Get your feet up on the floor, find your father, four to four
Any any animal, any any animal
Jack you were wiped out, blood's still running
Sex gang children gang up on you, jump on top, on top of you
Make love, make love, make love to you, one two three four five miles high
Some errants think nothing of letting animals die in the halls
But this will change, Captain Love speaking, some turbulance on board
Haylike nest, buddy on jest
Animal pairs is the game they play, all the way to Les Boucher
At the Mile High Club, at the Mile High Club, at the Mile High Club
At the Mile High Club
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
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
they cut you in half with a gun
and give you a bandaid
they gut you in half with a gun
and give you a bandaid
killer in the home
killer in the home
killer
is the home
Sound and the fury baby
Justice of the proud
You know those manufactured couples with there bad news and off style
Going round and round and round and round going round
Shake off the lint babe the times go up and down you know
There always an invader to inherit the top ground
Going round and round and round and round going round
Well someone's got to talk to you
I guess I pulled the short straw
When you think your really out of this world in it baby
A strength that shows your such a lot more
Survival of the Fetish
Survival of the Fetish
So here's the peashot and for doing what you do
Those creeps will have to look out when they want to hassle you
Going round and round and round and round going round
House of Stuart baby riding on you Harley
Your a medieval modern boy, bonny-bonny Prince Charley
Going round and round and round and round going round
Well someone's got to talk to you
I guess I pulled the short straw
When you think your really out of this world in it baby
A strength that shows your such a lot more
Survival of the Fetish
Survival of the Fetish
An attitude with my task bags are brown
And show us like Joe Lewis
Couldn't keep up from going down
Going round and round and round and round going round
There comes a point when there seems no point at all
You may be doing it all wrong but at least your doin' it doin' it
Going round and round and round and round going round
Survival of the Fetish
Survival of the Fetish
It's Friday night, the lights are low
We're looking for a place to go
With the play nearly right
All night, every night
Honey (dondo dondo)
Then a voice in the distance grab a hold of you (who)
Whispers boy I'm gonna sexatise you
Don't ever let your private life, get in the way of your sexy life
She said, don't ever let your private life, get in the way of your sexy life
Well in Paris, TX or Paris, France down in the alley still taking a chance
Home of pleasures, live life in a day if I had my time over I'd do it all again
Sing (dondo)
Toping my body with a close of you
Step over hear I'm gonna sexatise you
Don't ever let your private life, get in the way of your sexy life
She said, don't ever let your private life, get in the way of your sexy life
Turn up the powers that power
And ride it right on through
I'm polishing my pretty dolls up I'm gonna sexatise you
Turn up the powers that power
And ride it right on through
I'm polishing my pretty dolls up I'm gonna sexatise you
Well there is no such thing as good or bad
Was the experience the best you ever had
Just want to throw it right on your fire
And just like Sly, ";I wanted to get higher";
She said, don't ever let your private life, get in the way of your sexy life
Take in me
Your taking liberty
You say you want ";pretty polly";
Well your barking up wrong the tree
Your fussy walk, tried to run fussy
Well you can do it with a stranger, immerse yourself in danger
Seems to me, it's now and ever shall be
Seems to me, it's now and ever shall be
And it seems to me, we got a new aristocracy
Singers, Actors, a lover of mine
Countless talents are class less and beyond
Take in me
You're getting so fussy
You say you want ";pretty polly";
Well your barking up wrong the tree
Paris & London or Beirut
All over me like a cheap cheap suit
Well you can do it with a stranger, immerse yourself in danger
Seems to me, it's now and ever shall be
Seems to me, it's now and ever shall be
And it seems to me, we got a new aristocracy
Singers, Actors, a lover of mine
Countless talents are class less and beyond
In an age of hit and fit, pretty baby something's got to go
So follow an engine, baby boy and go dart, go dart go go go go
Seems to me, it's now and ever shall be
And it seems to me, we got a new aristocracy
Singers, Actors, a lover of mine
Countless talents are class less and beyond
She's rich, she's powerful
She doesn't want to be a man (do do do do do)
She takes me as she finds me, like only a woman can-an-an-an yeah-ah
She's tough, but vulnerable, I'd say adoring
I'd like to say we're perfect...
But you know that would be boring
Clap your hands, pretty baby clap your hands
It's gonna take a little (oh)
Oh oh oh Persuasion
Do do do do do Persuasion
Oh oh oh Persuasion
You know what I mean now
Adore that shape
I really really don't know why
But as long as I live
I just can't help but try
Please don't say you love me, you saw us in a crystal
Every time you do that I'm reaching for my pistol
Clap your hands, pretty baby clap your hands
It's gonna take a little (oh)
Oh oh oh Persuasion
Do do do do do Persuasion
Oh oh oh Persuasion
You know what I mean now
Less about yesterday, more about forever
Keep it nice and simple, try not to be clever
It's nice to be right but on this occasion
Less about perhaps, more about Persuasion!
Oh oh oh Persuasion
Do do do do do Persuasion
Oh oh oh Persuasion
You know what I mean now
Your number one, your number ten, you may be the sum my dear, go out again
It's what your eating, what your drinking, what your thinking dear, go out again
Don't give me that formal stuff I've heard enough you hear
Obsession with your body obsession (tra la la)
Obsession with your brain obsession
You want the world and you want it now, oh my, oh my
Life's a bitch each pearlative as time slips by
Under the gun, you call that fun, slip into neutral dear, go out again
Higher than the hair, deeper the stare when you walk by my dear, go out again
Don't give me that pompous stuff I've heard enough you my dear (tra la la)
Obsession with your body obsession (tra la la)
Obsession with your brain obsession
You want the world and you want it now, oh my, oh my
Life's a bitch each pearlative as time slips by
It hurts so good, I knew it could if you'd just would my dear, go out again
I'm too inspired, I'm too impressed, I could care less my dear, go out again
Don't give me that formal stuff I've heard enough my dear (tra la la)
Obsession with your body obsession (tra la la)
Obsession with your brain obsession
You want the world and you want it now, oh my, oh my
Life's a bitch each pearlative as time slips by
Obsession with your body obsession (tra la la)
Obsession with your brain obsession
You want the world and you want it now, oh my, oh my
Life's a bitch each pearlative as time slips by
Then you die (oh me, oh my)
Obsession
Give me a hope
To be alone
I want arms around
I want arms around
It'll be all right
You can be sure
Don't crease that perfect cote d'azure
Soul Pirate, drifting in a sea of bliss (oh)
Soul Pirate, get your Headgear around this (wooawoo wooawoo wooawoo-oh)
Don't close the door
Into your heart
I want arms around
I want arms around
If what you want, aint what you get.. intoxicating silhouette
Soul Pirate, drifting in a sea of bliss (oh)
Soul Pirate, get your Headgear around this (wooawoo wooawoo wooawoo-oh)
So all you grieve, 'cause your own hope and exile
Will emphasise your livewire
Sophisticated, daring it balances what you're wearing
The likes of you, a Brummel, we will not see again
To polish the soles of your shoes with bouvac and champagne
You let her go three whole times
I want arms around
I want arms around
Just be yourself, embodied Empresses
Just wave that spangled wand of yours and glamour is!
Soul Pirate, drifting in a sea of bliss (oh)
Soul Pirate, get your Headgear around this (wooawoo wooawoo wooawoo-oh)
Get you headgear around this
Get you headgear around this
Get you headgear around this (wooawoo wooawoo wooawoo-oh)
Well hello here's looking at you
A lovely tan, make sure they see you
A vintage car made by no one knows
Dual fins, I said masters, didn't you know
Wind me up and pull my string
But remember one small thing
Why I can see that your pulled asides
And you act like your really hard
But, your a Beverly Hills star
Your a Beverly Hills star
Wowa, don't knock it till you got it
Wowa, don't knock it till you got it
Things at breakfast so tried and true
Always a table never laughed at you
A million five would be really fab
And then it would be good about the tab
A movie deal and another script
How 'bout a cowboy shooting from the hip
Terrible man, terrible names big, big limousine is the thing
Wind me up and pull my string
But remember one small thing
Why I can see that your pulled asides
And you act like your really hard
But, your a Beverly Hills star
Your a Beverly Hills star
You just don't know a two step
Like a bull in a china shop
Your a Beverly Hills star
Your a Beverly Hills star
Wowa, don't knock it till you got it
Wowa, don't knock it till you got it
Don't knock it
Wind me up and pull my string
But remember one small thing
Why I can see that your pulled asides
And you act like your really hard
But, your a Beverly Hills star
Your a Beverly Hills star
You just don't know a two step
Like a bull in a china shop
Your a Beverly Hills star
Your a Beverly Hills star
Wowa, don't knock it till you got it
Wowa, don't knock it till you got it
When something's wrong inside
It's stupid to try and hide
You wanted it to last forever
Try Brain Candy, oh brain candy
Brain candy, melts in your mouth not your hand ... understand
To love you six days, even seven
Like we died and went to heaven
Let's not miss the candy train
Something to loosen up your brain
The power of the green I know
So I live in a world of my own
From all of nature, all of you
No one has the right to be that beautiful
Brain Candy, oh brain candy
Brain candy, melts in your mouth not your hand ... understand
You have technology, instead of ABC's
Soon your life is gonna be a candy store of home TV
It's all brain Candy, oh brain candy
Brain candy, melts in your mouth not your hand ... understand
Oh oh shake it baby, get on it
Just shake it baby, get on it
Shake it baby, get on it (x6)
Well you can shake it baby
Do you like it baby?
Two wrongs wont make it right
So just tie it up, your switching channels on me
Let's make our own film tonight
It's been around for years and years
But you went gone for eyes and ears
It's really sweet and oh so free
On your video set TV
Brain Candy, oh brain candy
Brain candy, melts in your mouth not your hand ... understand
Hey Sweetie, let's you and me get clear my head, flesh, body and soul
Hey Sweetie, in spite all the hangers thrown, clean out every thing known
Well there's no names here just ties and faces
Living in the night-night zone
When your made for each other, your meant for each other
Skip the school and the family, school and the family, school and the family,
Child !
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
I double fancy that, double fancy that they say
Step over here it's gonna be all right
I double fancy that, very light, very light
All Girl, all Girl action (all girl action)
All Girl, all Girl action
Hey Sweetie, let's get you and me get real like only lovers can
I love you so much pretty pretty pretty please wont you be my barbarian
Well there's no names here just ties and faces
Living in the night-night zone
When your made for each other, your meant for each other
Skip the school and the family, school and the family, school and the family,
Child !
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
I double fancy that, double fancy that they say
Step over here it's gonna be all right
I double fancy that, very light, very light
All Girl, all Girl action (all girl action)
All Girl, all Girl action
Two hot girls on a hot summer night
I double fancy that, double fancy that they say
Step over here it's gonna be all right
I double fancy that, very light, very light
All Girl, all Girl action (all girl action)
All Girl, all Girl action (oh yeah)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Have a lucky charm and a usual crew
And a wild guitar 'cos it's good for you
Get a pair of legs about three feet long
And a Dangerous Jane to lay kisses on
But be young dumb and full of it
Young dumb and full of it full of it
Keep your friends real close
And keep your enemies closer
And be a real Hoss Carwright on the Ponderosa
Get a kingsize brain with the funk gone wrong
And bite the hand that you feed upon
But be young dumb and full of it
Young dumb and full of it full of it
Show the squares some class with some bravado
And a whiff of the kicks that they'll never know
Tell the party jerk if he shows again
You're gonna work on his head with a six foot chain.
But be young dumb and full of it
Shake up New York shakedown gypsy
The trouble with Mary and the truth about Frank
They wanted the money but they wouldn't rob banks
They wouldn't just get down yelling for the hell of it
Should have been young dumb and full of it full of it
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
music for a future age
don't be square be there
all good clean fun
(whatever that means)
Antmusic for sexpeople
Sexmusic for antpeople
get off your knees
and hear the insect prayer
Dirk wears white sox
the brain will suffer
so ride hard ride clean
how reputations scare
and love goes to war
(whatever that means)
Antmusic for sexpeople
Sexmusic for antpeople
get off your knees
and hear the insect prayer
you may not like it now but you will
(the future will not stand still)
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
I feel suspended in space
In another time and place
To talk would burst the bubble
Just want to lie next to you
And appreciate the view
And hope it lasts forever
We do not have to play games
Or listen to all the names
They have for Russian roulette
If it's good enough for the Gemini Guys
Then it's good enough for me
You can't set rules about love
You can't set rules about love
So the I becomes we
We make our own chemistry
To move is too much trouble
I hope we won't separate
Return to our normal state
As long as we're together
So if it's yes or it's no
Chime time says the radio
Why don't you kiss me deadly
If and when you slip away
Just don't let me hear you say
Good morning and goodbye
Revolution -- the fourth and final part
Adam Ant
There they go the buccaneers
Hand and hand in leather glove
So fast so crazy
With a creepy kind of love
Bright lights, black leather
Bright lights, black leather
Some towns make me anxious
Others sane but sad
But West Berlin's by far the strangest time
I ever had
All night town of punks and art
All saying look at me
Never seen so much black leather
Even on car hoods
Surrounded by East Germany
They want to know just who you are
Or how they can amuse you
Squatters freaks Mohicans
Or even a wall of voodoo
If I had to sum it up
Without sounding too clever
I'd have to say my life has been
A case of bright lights
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Legend has it in forty seven
Four thousand bikes met a force of seven
Fourth of July was the time
In a town called Hollister
At the uphill climb
Poor Jack Kerouac
Riding with his paperback Camus
In the pocket of his army fatigues
It's kind of hard to spend your time
Keeping cans of soup in line
When you've been the waist gunner
On a B.17 singing
Anger Incorporated
Anger
Anger Incorporated
Anger
Whoever you are
They will scare
No friend of hoodlums anywhere
Like John Dillinger -- number one
Crime crazy filthiness all rolled into one
Born in the shadow of the Boozefighters
In tiny bars and up all nighters
Terrorizing the local staff
Cool and crazy
Two wheeled Luftwaffe
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
long ago in London town
a man called Ant sat deeply sighing
he was wondering
which side of the fence he was on
prick up your ears...
time went by and soon
the one was five young hombres
burning fire
they were in no doubt
which side of the fence they were on
prick up your ears (mag-nificent five)...
he who writes in blood
doesn't want to be read
he must be learned by heart
he's got to be learned by heart
they believed in sex and looking good
with their own brand of music
they weren't pandering
so which side of the fence
are you on?
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Blackfoot-Pawnee-Cheyenne-Crow
Apache
Arapaho
the human beings
goklayeh-ho
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
10:35 and I hope I've made
the right decision
heart is beating I'm alive
but I don't call this living
rationalise till I'm blue in the face
you cannot lose if you throw the race
I'm still searching for the
ants invasion
10:36 and I hope I've made
the right decision
ninety eight point four's the bore
with twenty twenty vision
you want a thrill so you come and see me
a cheap line in fantasy
but I'm still searching for the
ants invasion
if I'd the courage
I would make my way home
too many antics in the forbidden zone
10:38 and I think I've made
the wrong decision
another lifeless man with a strange incision
I hope that insect doesn't see me
he's not renowned for his courtesy
I'm not searching for the
ants invasion
Adam Ant/Kevin Rowland
I'll take it round
Round by round
And I will pay if you don't mind
So just say hello
Or even stare
But don't talk about me
When I'm standing there
So you run your life
And I'll run mine
Don't ask how I am
You're no friend of mine
I've made my own bed
It suits me fine
I don't know your name
But you sure know mine
I'm not hard to get on with
You'd try the patience
Of a saint
If you keep on talking to me
With all of your crude advice
I'll talk to you my friend
And it won't be nice
If you keep on doing what you're doing
I'm gonna vexed with you
If you keep on doing what you're doing
You're gonna be next
I'll take it round
Round by round
Don't want to hear bells when I hit the ground
After awhile you get used to pain
If you knock me down
I'll just get up again
Now these things I say
Sound hard for you
Well that's just because
You've got no point of view
Some people talk and never do
And that's the big difference
Between me and you
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
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 delerious
If I were kind and adoring
How would that be?
Very borring
Mister Pressman with your penknife
Always asking about my sexlife
And who with and how many times?
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delerious
All the advice seems so unkind
"If you don't stop, you will go blind"
They'll tell you it's none of their business
Then console you with a big kiss on the lips
And on the back of the neck
(Oh hey...)
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delerious
Desperate but not serious
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
lock up your brain
because I'm here again
I'm never bored to 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
lets get together before its too late
collect up the ideas, duplicate
filling up the forms, send them off tonight
and you'll be the owner of the copyright
of the copyright, of the copyright
time 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 c voice and suit pristine
but behind the smile there is a Zerox
Machine
I'm a Zerox Machine
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enimies...
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 try 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 enimies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers...
When you're a pirouetting, highkicking
Thighslapping cruiser
When you're a hipgrinding, 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 my admirers or my enimies...
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 try 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 try tried
To take care of my insides
Nobody's perfect
after nine years in the army
they took away his brain
they tattooed ";defect"; on his brow
and signed him up again
he killed ten thousand germans
a hundred japanese
a family of hindus
and a lot of portugese
nine plan failed
I could never see the point
of showing them you're boss
when they drag you through the city streets
and naiI you to a cross
they took him to the office
they strapped him to the bed
they fastened lots of pretty wires
securely to his head
they wheeled him down the corridor
upon a metal trolley
now he wears big spectacles
and he sings like Buddy Holly
nine plan failed
I could never see the point
of showing them you're boss
when they drag you through the city streets
and nail you to a cross
the world declared its armistice
and took away his guns
and now he satisfies himself
on piss-weak tea and buns
on piss-weak tea and buns
oh oh
at the disco
Rome is very pretty
and Rome is very grand
but the Pope lost his four fingers
when they gave this boy his hand to kiss
when they gave this boy his hand to kiss
it wasn't funny no
he wasn't very good at school
his highest grade was C
but he believed the managers
when they said:-
";you leave it all to me";
they gave him suits from Saville Row
the quality so fine
so now he sits in the desert wastes
just waiting for a sign
nine plan failed
A man and a woman walking down the
street
with a son and a daughter it was oh so sweet
when Mummy turned to Daddy and she
said:
'my dear, write out your will the end is near'
then she pulled out the gun
I saw the sparks
messed up the suit that he'd bought from
Marks
because
she'd heard the voices from Outer Space
she'd heard the voices from Outer Space
she'd heard the voices from Outer Space
saying,'Never trust a man with egg on his
face'
three months later Mrs B stands
a smile on her face, blood on her hands
the kiddies got scared and have run to bed
the headlines in the papers said that:
'she was the victim of an awful plan.
Announced through the mouthpiece of a
little green man
she'd heard the voices from Outer Space
saying:
'never trust a man with egg on his face'
la-la
a lot of people in this great big-world
say ";love everybody";
a lot of people busy busy busy busy busy
being very modern
chorus:
but the family of noise is here
and it's come to save everybody
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save you and me
it goes:
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save everybody
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save you and me
a lot of people in the ancient world
they loved only quiet
and then along came the machine
and a new direction
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save everybody
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save you and me
it goes:
in the morning
last thing at night
in the darkness
standing in the light
a lot of people in this great big world
just searching for the ";pure"; sound
they're just looking to the machine
they don't listen to the noise
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save you and me
-in Croydon
why does this feeling of togetherness
always scare me away?
why do the feelings that I have for you
have to become a word ?
don't say you ";love"; me-oh no
don't ask that from me-oh no no
that alphabet you call love
that alphabet you call love
that alphabet you call love
is just a digital tenderness
tenderness
here is the start for so many broken people
all with a hard luck story
and a sad sad tale
don't say you love me-oh no
don't ask that from me-oh no no
that alphabet you call love
that alphabet you call love
that alphabet you call love
is just a digital tenderness
tenderness
sometimes
I need to be by myself
I need to be by your side
I need
sometimes
I need the company of art
I ned the company of friends
I need you
and my heart is stronger
than a four-letter-long word
searching the eyes of so many broken
people
whose cowardice proved much too strong
for vice
don't say you ";love"; me ...
oh no
don't ask that from me
no no no
that alphabet you call ";love";
that alphabet you call ";love";
Cleopatra did ten thousand in her Iifetime
now that a wide mouth
Cleopatra gave a service with a smile
she was a wide mouthed girl
a wide mouthed girl
Cleopatra did a hundred(100) Roman
Centurions
for after dinner mints
Cleopatra used a suction oh so unheard of
she was a wide mouthed girl
a wide mouthed girl (believe it)
show me a bigger mouth
show me a bigger mouth
show me a bigger mouth
show me a bigger mouth
what a weak distorted image
Elizabeth and Richard gave you the screen
of the wide mouthed girl
wide mouthed girl
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
you might have seen them very busy at the
weekends licking and polishing the beep-
beeps into
shape and then its proudly up the M.1. M.2.
M.3.
and keep your feet off the upholstery Ronnie
cartrouble oh yeah
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 ...
Adam Ant
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.
Adam Ant
I'm a friend of Mr. Pastry
I'm a friend of Allen Jones
I'm a friend of Shirley Bassey
I'm a friend of your chromosomes
I'm a friend of Stuart Sutcliffe
I'm a friend of Michael Miles
I'm a friend of Jim Morrison
I'm a friend of Nobby Stiles
I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend
I'm a friend of a friend but you don't know me
I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend
And if I come on the night
Can I get in free?
I'm a friend of Michael Jackson
I'm a friend of Mr Spock
I'm a frend of Dr Kildare
I'm a friend of The Woodentops
I'm an old friend of Charles Hawtrey
I'm a friend of Michael Caine
I'm a friend of Stanley Spencer
I'm a friend of Big John Wayne
I'm a friend of Stevie Wonder
I'm a friend of Eric Fromm
I'm a friend of Bryan Ferry
I'm a friend of Terence Stamp
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
0 lucky lucky me
I can live here in luxury
Can't answer your simplicity
You've got to stop your grumbling
And all that human bondage den
And try to make a man of me
Oh never never let me go
The flaming flesh that wonder hole
Where violence equals zero
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
So kiss me quickly who'll oblige?
So come along now don't be shy
Don't be all surface no insides
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
Adam Ant
I've got a fetish for you
A fetish for me
A fetish for coffee
I've got a fetish for tea
I've got a fetish for Brando
A fetish for cats
A fetish for ladies in Christian Dior hats
I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick
I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick
So very sick
I go
Any more for the Christian D'or?
Any more for the Christian D'or?
Any more for the Christian D'or?
Christian D'or?
Christian D'or?
Christian D'or?
I've got a fetish for black
A fetish for green
A fetish for those arty magazines
I've got a fetish for blondes
I've got a fetish for blondes
I've got a fetish for blondes
A fetish for blonde haired girls
I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick
I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick
So very sick
Big man
Big shoes
No style
Damp squibs
Retard
Big man (solid coffee)
Big man (you can do it)
Big man (Push 'em back)
Big man (way back)
Sure can
I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick
I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick
So very sick
Arriba
I've got a fetish for yes
A fetish for no
A fetish for Robert De Niro
I've got a fetish for blondes
I've got a fetish for blondes
I've got a fetish for blondes
A fetish for brown haired girls
I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick
I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick
So very sick
Adam Ant
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
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 down an alley with his face beaten flat
And a spray job in bright pink letters, saying B R A T spells
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
That voodoo that you do
The shimmy lights through you
And no one can voodoo the voodoo
You do
Do to me yeah
I'm sorry if I'm not that tough
But not that tough is tough enough
Besides, the rough tough end up shuffed
Or in an alleyway
Anyway
I'm sorry if I'm not that smart
But not that smart is just a part
Of speaking firmly from the heart
Any day
Anyway
That voodoo that you do
The shimmy lights through you
And no one can voodoo the voodoo
You do
Do to me yeah
That voodoo that you do
The shimmy lights through you
And no one can voodoo the voodoo
You do
Do to me yeah
A thrill a day keeps the chill away
Love like a dagger and a sound like a wymowhah
A thrill a day keeps the chill away (that)
Adam Ant/Andre Cymone
Pick your honey up never let her go
Say you want an answer the answer isn't no
Do it any style right across the floor
And when you feel exhausted
Then you know it's time for more
I love it when you tease
And better when you pose
But I can't kiss a lipstick
Or date a pile of clothes
You really got a bod
I saw it so I know
So why the sweats and baggy clothes
Like you don't have to show
Rebob the Bebop doin' it doggie style
I wanna see you sweat that would be unique
'Cos all that really matters is your
Manners and physique yeah
Manners and physique
Manners and physique
I wanna see you sweat
That would be unique
'Cos all that really matters is your
Manners and physique
Pick your honey up never let her go
Say you want an answer the answer isn't no
When you gonna stop
Crawling on your back
Treating daily workout
Like an aphrodisiac
Now you quit the drugs
And the messing around
But you be very careful
That you don't get musclebound
You've tuned up everything
Tighter than a drum
So tell me what's the point
Did I tell you how much I miss
Your sweet kiss?
Did I tell you I didnt cry?
Well I lied
I lie lie lie lie lie lied
Over real over
When I nearly hit the face I loved
So tired of packaging the anger
Always pushing you away
Did I tell you you're wonderful?
I miss you yes I do
Did I tell you that I was wrong?
I was wrong
Cos you're wonderful yeah
Did I tell you how much I miss
Your smile?
Did I tell you I was ok?
Well no way
No way way way
Over real over
When I nearly hit the face I loved
So tired of packaging the anger
Always pushing you away
Did I tell you you're wonderful?
I miss you yes I do
Did I tell you that I was wrong?
I was wrong
Cos you're wonderful yeah yeah
Now now now each and everyday
I realise the price I have to pay
You you're wonderful
And now for your information
I'm walking around like an arm decoration
You you're so wonderful
So high I cant get over it
So deep I cant get under it
You're wonderful yeah
You're wonderful yeah yeah
You're wonderful yeah yeah
You're wonderful yeah yeah
Wonderful
Did I tell you you're wonderful?
I miss you yes I do
Did I tell you that I was wrong?
I was wrong
Bang bang, you're dead!
Did not! did too!
Stop diddy-bopping budy
Bouncing Betty on you!
I try to tell you but you just don't understand
You 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
Well you don't know what you're doing
þ'þCos you don't know what is what
Vive le rock, vive le rock
Vive le rock
(Look out! - Rockers going starwars!)
Bang bang, you're dead!
Did not! did too!
Stop diddy-bopping budy
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'm 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 budy
Bouncing Betty on you!
Bang bang, you're dead!
Did not! did too!...
Johnny looked back
You know he never looked back
The whole world was his stage
He never acted his age
A girl we call French Valerie
Gave a gold plate chain to me
Asked her who had given it her
An old flame called Vince Taylor
I nearly done a Vince Taylor
Oh, Johnny looked back
You know he never looked back
Leather and chains, so damned vain
Never seen his like again
Must have left his mark on me
Even liked by Morrissey
Johnny looked back
You know he never looked back
Leather and chains
The whole world was his stage
He never acted his age
A girl we call French Valerie
Gave a gold plate chain to me
Asked her who had given it her
An old flame called Vince Taylor
Leather and chains
Goddamn vain
We'll never see his like again
Johnny looked back
You know he never looked back
The whole world was his stage
He never acted his age
A girl called French Valerie
Gave a gold plate chain to me
Asked her who had given it her
An old flame named Vince Taylor
I nearly done a Vince Taylor
I nearly done a Vince Taylor
I nearly done a Vince Taylor
I nearly done a Vince Taylor
I nearly done a Vince Taylor
I got up early and the sun was by my side
I thought you was my friend
But all you did was lie
And now I carry this until the day I die
I keep on riding till the sun goes from the sky
Sometimes you get the bear and
Sometimes the bear gets you
I know it's the only fight you've got
Look what it's done to you
I carry this .357 in my hand
Don't ask me why
If you don't want to understand
I keep on moving I keep driving through this land
And by the moonlight will travel if I can
It's gonna take nerve
It's gonna take real nerve
It's gonna take more than you ever ever ever
Thought it could
Very Long Ride it's a Very Long Ride
Very Long Ride it's a
Long Ride
I travel light cos I am the lone rider
I travrl light cos I am the outsider
I travel light cos I'm a very good fighter
I travel light all through the day
And through the night
It's gonna take more than reaction
Much more than a brave attempt
You're gonna need skin like a Rhino
To face such cold contempt
I drive in style I drive a '99 beamer
And you just wait until the time that I see ya
You better look again before you look away
I will be driving by the Kings Highway
It's gonna take nerve
It's gonna take real nerve
It's gonna take more than you ever ever ever
Thought it could
Very Long Ride it's a Very Long Ride
Very Long Ride it's a
Long Ride
Very very
Demy-semy-quaverous
Very Long Ride
Very very
Demy-semy-quaverous
Very Long Ride
I keep on moving now until I reach the end
But I'm not moving cos I'm looking for revenge
And I'm not moving cos a friend of mine crossed me
I'll just keep on until I get you the fuck off me
It's gonna take nerve
It's gonna take real nerve
It's gonna take more than you ever ever ever
Thought it could
Very Long Ride it's a Very Long Ride
Very Long Ride it's a
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 risquþ,þ
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 tonightýþ þ
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
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
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 ?
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 highwayman so tired of excuses
Of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses
We're the dandy highwayman and here's our invitation
"Throw your safety overboard and join our indignation"
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
Da diddley qua qua da diddley qua qua(>Stand and Deliver your money or your life
Adam Ant/Andre Cymone
Down in the jungle
Feeling very fat
You better hit the floor
and give me twenty
And the girls sing
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
Do it til you're sore
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
I know what you're looking for
Heavens where you find it
So sit back and relax
I wouldn't be so sure
'Cos we need plenty
And the girls sing girls sing
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
Do it til you're sore
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
I know what you're looking for
Rough Stuff when a man's got to do
What a man's got to do
What a man's got to do oh yeah
Rough Stuff when the time is right
And the place you go to whale
You gotta put something down
How far can you get
And still come back alive?
You never hear the shot
The shot that gets you
Once is never enough
Never is and never was (uhuh)
Here and now is all that counts
Here and now in large amounts
Be beautiful and shut up
The going can be real tough
You can keep your fancy bars
Clubby friends and fast cars (uhuh)
And when the going gets hard
You can eats your credit cards
I really tried to fight
But what the hell I like it
chorus:
There is always room at the top
Don't let them tell you there is not
Made in England
Born and bred
An 18th century brain in
A 21st century head
Room at the top - so 18th century (x2)
Room at the top
There's always room
If some of this fits some of u
Or like the things that you might do
It's the pleasure and the pain
That makes you do it all again
They say
Be beautiful and shut up
The going can be real tough
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Rip down up and down
The night kept coming in
There was nothing I could do
To stop your suffering
Well it hardly does you fair
Headlines made from potty chairs
So rip down up and down
The night kept coming in
Last chance buddy, your last chance
No re-runs just this performance
I was wounded, she was beautiful.
Rip down up and down
The night just hung around
A chipmunk full of Beatlenuts
And a holy roller sound
Just mop-mop and that's it
Nearly made us quit
So rip down up and down
The night kept coming in
Rip down up and down
The night just wouldn't go
On the unsolved crimes list he is
He frisbeed his halo
For my memory
Or a dart from a ubangi
Rip down up and down