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Rudebox (2006)
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Треклист альбома:
1.Rudebox
2.Viva Life On Mars
3.Lovelight
4.Bongo Bong
5.She's Madonna
6.Keep On
7.Good Doctor
8.The Actor
9.Never Touch This Switch
10.Louise
11.We're The Pet Shop Boys
12.Burslem Normals
13.Kiss Me
14.The 80's
15.The 90's
16.Summertime
17.Dickhead (бонус-трек)
Rudebox
(R. Williams / D. Spencer / K. Andrews / B. Laswell / C. Aiken / W. Collins / S. Dunbar / R. Shakespeare)
(Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox)
OK then, back to basics
Grab your shell toes and your fat laces
A little hand clap for some funk faces
And make your body move in the following places
Goes up your back and then down your spine
And when it hits your head...
OK then, back to bass-heads
Dance like you just won at the Special Olympics
They got the rudebox off the back of a spaceship
So sick I just had to take it
The R-U-D-E-B-O-X
Up your jacksy, split your kecks,
Sing a song of semtex
Pocket full of Durex
Body full of Mandrax
Are we gonna have s.ex (yes)
Do you wear your knee socks (ohh)
Back to the rudebox
Got this double fantasy
Where we just never stop
I’ve got one design
And that’s to funk you to the top
Know what’s on my mind,
It’s only one thing you will find
I got one design
And that’s to bump you 'till you drop
Rudebox
Do the rudebox
'Cause you so nasty
Rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Why you so nasty?
Rudebox
Do the rudebox
'Cause you so nasty
Rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Why you so nasty?
OK then, back to spaceship
Take both pills, f.uck the Matrix
Jack those Jills, shake your Playtex
Rock three stripes, not the Asics
A-D-I-D-A-S old school, 'cause it’s the best
(Yes)
TK Maxx cost less
(Yes)
Jackson looks a mess
(Bless)
OK then, what to do
If you try to jack me I’ll rudebox you
If you rudebox me I’ll rudebox your whole crew
'Cause it’s what I do
Ain’t that right boo (true)
I’ll ride with you
If you can get me to the border
'Cause the sheriff’s after me
For what I did to his daughter
I did it like this
(You did it like that)
I love it when you double clap (clap)
Got this double fantasy
Where we just never stop
I’ve got one design
And that’s to funk you to the top
Know what’s on my mind,
It’s only one thing you will find
I got one design
And that’s to bump you 'till you drop
Rudebox
Do the rudebox
'Cause you so nasty
Rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Why you so nasty?
Rudebox
Do the rudebox
'Cause you so nasty
Rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Why you so nasty?
OK then, check the tan line
Make your body shape
Like you’re stood on a land mine
Call me on my mobile
Not the land line
And jack the main line
At the same time
OK, this is what we do
Got a jam so fresh
It’s nice for you
OK, give me what you got
And dial 808
For the bass to drop
OK then, what’s the fracas
Grab your cardy
Your lead hat and the bus pass
You don’t sweat much
For a fat lass
Grab your rudebox
’Cause your box is righteous
OK bum, rush the show
I got high speed dubbing on my stereo
And all the tunes in the box are the cherrio
I know I told you before,
Did you hear me though
Got this double fantasy
Where we just never stop
I’ve got one design
And that’s to funk you to the top
Know what’s on my mind,
It’s only one thing you will find
I got one design
And that’s to bump you 'till you drop
Rudebox
Do the rudebox
’Cause you so nasty
Rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Why you so nasty?
(2x)
Do the rudebox
Shake your rudebox
Viva Life On Mars
(R. Williams / K. Andrews / D. Spencer)
Viva Live On Mars
I just wanna be (x4)
I lost all faith in what I know,
The future doesn’t need me so
I kick a ball against a wall
And head it 'till it don’t hurt no more.
Use my cuts and lacerations,
Feed myself a new sensation
Woah woah
Take a ride on your high horse,
If the horse is blind, use the force
The falcon flies in two straight lines,
Red five standing by
It’s not a moon it’s a space station,
It feels good, the good vibration
Woah woah
I know that you know
Some lovely people.
Send them all an invitation,
Party to a segregation
Woah woah
Viva life on Mars I’m calling,
Sending my frequency
To the galaxy
So you can see
People down here
They don’t want us to discuss
The picture in the caves of us.
A nosebleed and a bag of coal
Then they put you in a hole.
We’re knee deep in information,
And they can’t stop this conversation.
No, woah
I know that you know
Some lovely people.
Send them all an invitation,
Party to a segregation
Woah woah
Viva life on Mars I’m calling,
Sending my frequency
To the galaxy
So you can see
We’re all down here
I just wanna be (x8)
Love is natural, love is good,
Not everybody does it, but everybody should.
With them and us we’ve made a mess,
'Till they decide which God is best.
Free yourself from liberation
From Lake Geneva to the Freeland’s Station
Woah woah
I know that you know
Some lovely people.
Send them all an invitation,
Your party to a segregation
Woah woah
Viva life on Mars I’m calling,
Sending my frequency
To the galaxy
So you can see
People down here
Viva life on Mars I’m calling (x4)
Lovelight
(Originally written and performed by Lewis Taylor)
(Did it again)
What am I supposed to do
to keep from going under?
Now you're making holes in my heart
and yes it's starting to show
I've been holding back
Is it any wonder?
Since you walked right into my life
And interrupted the flow
I wanna know
Baby when you're with me
Who do you think you're fooling?
Making me feel so sure
Turning your lovelight down again
Why don't you let me be?
You don't know what you're doing
Making me feel so sure
By turning your lovelight down again
(Did it again, did it again)
Baby I've got to know
Are we gonna make it?
Lay it down beside me tonight
And do whatever you feel
Baby you're in control
Where you gonna take it?
Don't you think that I do you right?
You know darn well that I will
I wanna know
Baby when you're with me
Who do you think you're fooling?
Making me feel so sure
Turning your lovelight down again
Why don't you let me be?
You don't know what you're doing
Making me feel so sure
By turning your lovelight down again
(Do it again, do it again)
(Do it again, do it again)
Baby you turn your lovelight down
And I don't know
Just how long I can stick around
Gonna need more
And it ain't just physical
I don't know what I can do
If I've found
It ain't love this time around
Keep turning down your lovelight
Did it again
(4x)
Whenever you...
Baby when you're with me
Who do you think you're fooling?
Making me feel so sure
Turning your lovelight down again
Why don't you let me be?
You don't know what you're doing
Making me feel so sure
By turning your lovelight down again
(4x)
Bongo Bong And Je Ne T’aime Plus
(Originally performed by Manu Chao)
Mama was Queen of the Mambo
Papa was King of the Congo
Deep down in the jungle
I start banging my first bongo
Every monkey'd like to be
In my place instead of me
'Cause I'm the King of bongo, baby
I'm the King of bongo-bong
I went to the big town
Where there is a lot of sound
From the jungle to the city
Looking for a bigger crown
I play my boogie
For the people of big city
But they don't go crazy
When I'm banging on my boogie
I’m the
King of the bongo, King of the bongo-bong
Hear me when I come, baby
King of the bongo, King of the bongo-bong
Hit me when I come
Nobody like to be
In my place instead of me
'Cause nobody go crazy
When I’m banging on my boogie
I'm the King without a crown
Hanging loose in the big town
But I'm the King of bongo, baby
I'm the King of bongo-bong
King of the bongo, King of the bongo-bong
Hear me when I come baby
King of the bongo, King of the bongo-bong
Hear me when I come
They say that I’m a clown
Making too much dirty sound
They say there is no place
For little monkey in this town
Nobody like to be
In my place instead of me
'Cause nobody go crazy
When I'm banging on my boogie
I’m the
King of the bongo, King of the bongo-bong
Hear me when I come, baby
King of the bongo, King of the bongo-bong
Hear me when I come
Banging on my bongo
All that swing belongs to me
I'm so happy there's nobody
In my place instead of me
I'm a King without a crown
Hanging loose in the big town
But I'm the King of bongo, baby
I'm the King of bongo-bong
I’m the
King of the bongo, King of the bongo-bong
Hear me when I come ,baby
King of the bongo, King of the bongo-bong
Hit me when I come
Mama was Queen of the Mambo
Papa was King of the Congo
Deep down in the jungle
I start banging my first bongo
Every monkey'd like to be
In my place instead of me
'Cause I’m the King of bongo, baby
I’m the King of bongo-bong
King of the bongo, King of the bongo-bong
Hear me when I come baby
King of the bongo, king of the bongo-bong
Hear me when I come
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous les jours
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous les jours
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous les jours
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous les jours
Parfois j'aimerais mourir tellement j'ai voulu croire
Parfois j'aimerais mourir pour ne plus rien avoir
Parfois j'aimerais mourir pour plus jamais te voir
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous les jours
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous les jours
Parfois j'aimerais mourir tellement y a plus d'espoir
Parfois j'aimerais mourir pour plus jamais te revoir
Parfois j'aimerais mourir pour ne plus rien savoir
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous les jours
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous les jours
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tous les jours
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus et je m'appelle Robert
J'habite à Los Angeles et London
Je t’aime, je t’aime les filles
I don’t know if to talk
She's Madonna (with the Pet Shop Boys)
(R. Williams / N. Tennant / C. Lowe)
(Oh, Madonna Madonna
Oh, Madonna Madonna
Oh, Madonna Madonna)
I don't miss you,
Just who you used to be
And you don't ring true
So please stop calling me
Your 'I love you's are ten a penny
You're dropping clues like you've got any
You've got to choose there's been so many, oh
I love you, baby,
But face it, she's Madonna
No man on earth
Could say that he don't want her
This look of love
Says I'm leaving
You're frozen now
I've done the freezing
I'm walking out
Madonna's calling me
She's got to be
Obscene to be believed
That's her routine
Not what she means to me
I found myself by circumstance
Across a room where people dance
And quite by chance
She danced right next to me
I love you, baby,
But face it, she's Madonna
No man on earth
Would say that he don't want her
It's me, not you
I've got to move on
You're younger too
But she's got her groove on
I'm sorry, love
Madonna's calling me
(Oh, Madonna Madonna
Oh, Madonna Madonna
Oh, Madonna Madonna
Oh)
(I want to tell you a secret)
We're having drinks
With Kate and Stella
Gwyneth's here,
She's brought her fella
But all I wanna do
Is take Madonna home
I love you, baby,
But face it, she's Madonna
No man on earth
Would say that he don't want her
It's me, not you
I've got to move on
You're younger too
But she's got her groove on
I'm sorry, love
Madonna's calling me
Keep On
(R. Williams / S. Duffy / C. Heath)
Hotel motel Holiday Inn
Hotel motel Holiday
Hotel motel
Vein popping
Heart clogging
Name dropping
Life stopping
Got no strings
But I think with my dingaling-aling
Can’t sing can’t speak tin tong’s tong ting
I’m popping
And I’m locking
Pulse stopping
Hypnotic
Got no strings
But I think with my dingaling-aling
Wing chang with the ching ching ting tong’s tong ting
(I love my Mum and I love my Dad
The love I have and the love I’ve had
So much love it’s driving me mad)
Blood clotter
Slender tone
Say très bon
Dingading dongadong-adong
Sound of the town
Gets a little louder
He saw and I saw in my soul mine
If you’re in the club and you hear this sound
Come on everybody boogie down boogie down
Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
The feeling in your heart
No leaving
Shallow breathing
Girl weeping
Teeth teething
Got no strings
But I think with my dingaling
Wu-tang with the bling bling
Sing a song, sing, sing
Naughty things
Anything
We’re geezing
Day creeping
Got not strings
But I think with my dingaling
Wu-tang with the bling bling
I spin with a tin tin, gin grin
(I love my Mum and I love my Dad
The love I have and the love I’ve had
So much love it’s driving me mad)
Blood clotter
Slender tone
Say très bon
Like a dingading dongadong-adong
Sound of the town
Gets a little louder
He saw and I saw in my soul mine
If you’re in this club and you hear this sound
Come on everybody boogie down boogie down
Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
No feeling in your heart
Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
The feeling in your heart
Hotel motel Holiday Inn
Hotel motel Holiday Inn
Hotel motel
Croup’s crouping
Roots rooting
Loots looting
Loops hooping
Got no strings
But I think with my dingaling-aling
Two-two for the two-ting tong-ting two stonking
Two’s two
Looks looking
Fruits fruiting
Sleuths sleuthing
Got no strings
I think with my dingaling-aling
Root-root for the rooting
Toot-toot for the tooting
(I love my Mum and I love my Dad
The love I have and the love I’ve had
So much love it’s driving me mad)
Blood clotter
Slender tone
Say très bon
Like a dingading dongadong-adong
Sound of the town
Gets a little louder
He saw and I saw my saw mine
If you’re in this club and you hear this sound
Come on everybody boogie down boogie down
Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
No feeling in your heart
Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
No feeling in your heart
Good Doctor
(R. Williams / J. Meehan)
(Can we do it again)
Take that, take that
You alright, star?
No star
You alright, star?
No star
You alright, star?
No star
I don't feel proper
I went to the doctor to get a prescription
I told him little fact
But lots of fiction
About a bad back
That I ain’t got
He tried to sell me faith healing
I think not
I want Xanax, Vicadin and Oxycontain
Funky fill the form out
So I can drop 'em
Got all these demons
And I can't stop 'em
To tell you the truth Doc
I might have a problem
Robbie Williams take one Adderall with water in the morning
Pfftt as if I'm going to take one tablet
I'm Keith Moon, dickhead
He said this one's to take you up
He said this one's to take you down
When I took them I don't feel sound
And I look rather round
You alright, star?
No star
You alright, star?
No star
You alright, star?
Five star
I don't feel proper
You know what Doc,
It’s alright and all
I just hurt me leg, it's not terminal
But a painkiller could help
for what's wrong with me knee
And I'm a little bit down
From too much tea
Got my own collection
Can't get an erection
If I take 'em too long
They'll fu.ck me complexion
That's right, if I take 'em for like more than four days in a row I get that haunted look
Give me loads of pills
Give me loads of pills
Give me loads of pills
Give me loads of pills
He said this one's to take you up
He said this one's to take you down
When I took them I don't feel sound
And I look rather round
You alright, star?
No star
You alright, star?
No star
You alright, star?
Five star
I don't feel proper
Now if you go to the barber shop long enough then you're gonna get a haircut
If you go to the doctor's regular then you've gots to be a fu.ck up
Now I’ve got five or six if I'm at a loss
Do I have a history of drug abuse? - No I never tick that box
And I know one or two of you are going to be really, really cross
But the drugs don't work, prescriptions pills are boss
Glory days are gone and we've all stopped having it
No raves no more just bedside cabinets
Sleepers are great but don't start dabbing it
The world carries on spinning, we’re mad, innit?
Take that, take that, innit?
He said this one's to take you up
He said this one's to take you down
When I took them I don't feel sound
And I look rather round
You alright, star?
No star
You alright, star?
No star
You alright, star?
Five star
I don't feel proper
You alright, star?
No star
Are you five star?
No star
Are you alright, star?
Five star
I don't feel proper
Know what Doc
It’s not like I've been doing any research or anything.
But if you can give me any of the following pills I'd be very, very grateful, 'cause I feel poorly
So that's
Codeine
Morphine
Opium
Methadone
Menocrabedene
Hydroanoxycodeine
Anolodene
Buprenophine
Butorphenol
Adderall
Dorel
(Work with me, antidepressants)
But not St Johns Wort
'Cause I can get that at Boots!
The Actor
(R. Williams / B. Christy / C. Russo)
(Principal actors to the stage please.
Act one is about to begin
in 8 seconds.)
First you can't act, now you can't stop
(What's my motivation)
I used to like you a lot
(I was the class nerd)
Exactly who I'm supposed to be?
(I'm totally Strasberg)
You play a doctor on TV
(What you're doing is so brave)
Deep down you're dirty, but you try
(I'm a good person)
The truth would break you, so you lie
(I want my work to matter)
It's in the choices that you make
(I want to inspire)
No talent, just fate
I don't know where you begin
I end
We start
Again
They need
You love
We all watch
The actor acting
The actor acting
Good from far but far from good
(All I have is my instinct)
You love to act, I wish you would
(It's not acting, it's reacting)
Act like you're not from out of space
(When I'm on stage I feel alive)
You know, ambition isn't grace
(For me it's the craft)
Made of s.ex, Maida Vale
(Would I do better in New York?)
You are the alpha male
(I'm just too pretty for that role)
You are the good, you are the great
(The words have power)
Now let me fill you with my hate
I don't know where you begin
I end
We start
Again
They need
You love
We all watch
The actor acting
Monroe (Monroe)
Barrymore (Barrymore)
Mansfield
D-d-d-d-Dame d-Dame d-Dame Judi Dench (Judi Dench)
Madonna Ritchie (Ritchie Ritchie Ritchie Ritchie)
Streep – Close – Hepburn – Burt Reynolds – Niven –Danson - Bundy – Bardot
Joaqin Joaqin Joaqin Joaqin Joaqin Joaqin Joaqin
S.W.A.N.K
I don't know where you begin
I end
We start
Again
They need
You love
We all watch
The actor acting
I don't know where you begin
I end
We start
Again
They need
You love
We all watch
The actor acting
In the future everybody will be anonymous for 15 minutes
You are, we all are, a test card
The stars of CCTV
We are the nature of the beast
Never Touch That Switch
(K. Andrews / D. Spencer)
Size of which is paradoxic
The only way you're gonna stop this
In the vessel there's a switch in the middle
You really shouldn't fiddle
'Cause it's toxic
Listen up 'cause it's a red light
And the pressure's blowing up tight
There's a schism in the time mechanism
There's a schism in the time mechanism
Never touch that switch
Even if you want to
You don't know what it can do!
Never touch that switch
Even if you want to
You don't know what it can do!
See the future’s in the distance
I know I'm facing some resistance
Getting back within the blink of a bubble
Time machine will never give us any trouble
There's a riot down in Shelton
Only minutes after Brixton
But this city never made it on the telly
Or the rumble of the nation’s underbelly
Never touch that switch
Even if you want to
You don't know what it can do!
Never touch that switch
Even if you want to
You don't know what it can do!
You know you're heading for a meltdown
And you're living in a tin town
Thinking that you're gonna be somebody
Living in the land of milk and honey
Listen up 'cause it's a red light
And the future’s blowing up tight
There's a schism in the time mechanism
There's a schism in the time mechanism
Never touch that switch
Even if you want to
You don't know what it can do
Never touch that switch
Even if you want to
You don't know what it can do
Never touch that switch
Even if you want to
You don't know what it can do
Never touch that switch
Even if you want to
You don't know what it can do
Louise
(Originally by The Human League)
(J. Callis / P. Oakey / A. Wright)
When he saw her getting off her bus
It seemed to wipe away the years
Her face was older, just a little rough
But her eyes were still so clear
He drank his coffee and he hurried out
Across before she walked away
Then he approached her like a little child
Too scared for what he had to say
"Hello, Louise,
Remember me?
Now should we part
Or stay a while?
As if we were still lovers"
She took a moment just to recognise
The man she’d known so well before
And as he started to apologise
Lose any bitterness she bore
She gently put her finger on his lips
To let him know she understood
And with her suitcase standing on the floor
Embraced him like a lover would
He told Louise
"You look so good
It’s just you see
You make me feel
As if we were still lovers"
Its not always true that time heals all wounds
There are wounds that you don’t wanna heal
The memories of something really good
Something truly real, that you never found again
As if we were still lovers
And though they talked for just a little time
Before she said she had to go
He saw the meeting as a tiny sign
That told him all he had to know
And so Louise
Waved from the bus
And as she left
She gave that smile
As if they were still lovers
Its not always true that time heals all wounds
There are wounds that you don’t wanna heal
The memories of something really good
Something truly real, that I’ve never found again
We’re The Pet Shop Boys (Featuring the Pet Shop Boys)
(Originally by My Robot Friend, and Covered by the Pet Shop Boys)
(Howard Robot)
Suburbia's a slipstream to a memory
Of a time when you were close to me
I pretend I'm there again
I close my eyes and see you
better than before
Then I feel you touch me
and it's 1984
I know what you will say
before you start
in my heart
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
Every thought's a fashion or a crime
And every boy is just a waste of time
But I pretend it was different then
Maybe it's a habit, maybe it's a sin
But I find out when I try it on
It crawls beneath my skin
Once it gets inside me it won't go
Now I know
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
Rent
Shopping
Being boring
It's alright
It's a sin
I'm not scared
In denial
I want a dog
I want a lover
Can you forgive her?
Do I have to?
What have I, what have I,
What have I done to deserve this?
What have I, what have I,
What have I done to deserve this?
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys
Rent
Shopping
Being boring
We're the Pet Shop Boys
It's alright
It's a sin
We're the Pet Shop Boys
I'm not scared
In denial
We're the Pet Shop Boys
Burslem Normals
(R. Williams / K. Andrews / D. Spencer)
Can you hear me?
In your face
There's nowt left
They have defaced
The marks you left
Upon the wall
The writing now not there at all
Can you stand what you stood for
Are you more normal then before?
Goodbye to the Normals
Goodbye to the Normals
In your place
There's just chavs
The kids aren't alright
They know they're born today
Reaching out to feel the sun
At the time it seemed like fun
I was there when you got done
There for two weeks by the surf
We used to know what we were worth
Before the Normals fell to earth
Goodbye to the Normals
Goodbye to the Normals
Whatever happened to
The mere mortals crew
The fine young casuals blew a fuse
And all the Burslem lads
Now that they're all dads
It meant so much to me
It makes me sad
In your wake
There's nowt left
Kiss Me
(Originally by Stephen 'Tin-Tin' Duffy)
(Stephen Duffy)
In my young life I have received
Callers as though they were Christmas Eve
I’m disappointed and I don't know why
She gave me laughter and hope
And a sock in the eye.
In my young life I know something now.
I've never tried to create a wow
Wows are few frustration more common
Now I can feel it in my soul
That's why I gave the come on.
Kiss me with your mouth
Your love is better than wine
Kiss me with your mouth
Your love is better than wine
But wine is all I have
Will your love ever be mine?
Faces fall before my feet
Like blood onto a clean white sheet
When I grow old I won't forget
To innocence my only debt
Wow, I feel so fresh today
Barefoot in the snow to make love in the hay
The stars are bright in the abyss
Now I can feel you in my arms
I explode inside your kiss.
Kiss me with your mouth
Your love is better than wine
But wine is all I have
Will your love ever be mine?
Kiss me with your mouth
Your love is better than wine
Kiss me with your mouth
Your love is better than wine
But wine is all I have
Will your love ever be mine?
The 80's
(R. Williams / J. Meehan)
I smoke Consulate and Park Drive
Drank Newcy Brown, learned how to skive
Polo mints to hide my breath from my Mum
Did a little weed 'cause it felt like fun
Did a little speed if my friends had some
Nicked Volkswagon badges, I'm a Beastie Boys son
Me so horny, me so young, and I still get my washing done
Auntie Jo died of cancer, God didn't have an answer
Rhythm was a dancer, any room for a chancer
That's me in the corner, thanks Sir
Wore a Troop track suit, British Knights shoes
Kangol hat like L.L. Cools
Before I was having it, having it large
They nicked the B.M.X. from out my garage
And I knew it was Tire from off the estate
'Cause every time I saw him he smiled like we were mates
From then on in, I'd have to walk to me Nan's and I'll dream my dreams for a sea of prams
Like a hooligan on the football stands and I threw the V's to Leeds and West Ham
And then I ran, I ran so far away
Down Scotia Road to a taxi bay
Then I ran again 'cause I couldn't pay
Young Muslim didn't get his fare that day
I apologise today
Things look better when they start
That's how the 80's broke my heart
And who are you calling poof
You like Wham, man
I hate that stuff
And then my Granddad died and left a hole in the family
And lots of women there to nanny me
School was a laugh, they didn't have A.D.D
Thick was the term they used for me
Over and over, repeatedly, over and over
Take my breath away, pass the bidley bidley bidley bidley bong
Pass it on the left hand side
Right turn, Clyde
That girl in the fourth year got pregnant
She was raised Catholic, brilliant
I cried, she cried, we cried
Her youth died
Drank cider in the cemetery
The year above us had discovered 'E'
And I said it weren't for me
Twelve pounds fifty
I could rob my mum's purse and buy one off Chalky
Met a girl on Monday, drank fizzy pop on Tuesday
Fingered her on Wednesday, and on Thursday and Friday, and on Saturday
Dumped by Sunday
Things look better when they start
That's how the 80's broke my heart
The wonder years I've played my part
That's how the 80's broke my heart
Like I said
I lost my virginity to a girl called Anne-Marie
Well, she said she fancied me
And then she said "Fu.ck me" and I thought fu.ck me
And I'm all talk and it'll be over too quickly
And it was but I couldn't care less
I'd seen a girl's part, made a mess on her dress
Oh yes, you're now rocking with the best
Second person in my year that had seen a breast
I'm in my 30s now and I'm still impressed
Why the Falklands Mum, and what have they done
Where do girls come, where do girls come from,
where do girls come from
It's the 80's what you looking at, you mong
So young, so long, so young, so long
Too short, so long
What you looking at, you mong
Too short, so long, too short, so long
So long
The 90's
(R. Williams / J. Meehan)
Picking up the story
from where I left off
It's 1990 now
So school can fu.ck off
I got no GCSEs,
nothing higher than a 'D'
I couldn't tell me Mum
because she'd batter me
Me and Tate sat on the bowling green
Life was a sh.itter
We had five quid between us
And bought us six cans of bitter
I took me ten Benson home
And I smoked through the sorrow
If I could just avoid me Mum
Maybe I'd tell her tomorrow
I stumbled through the door
I said “Mum it's like this”
She said "That man's been on the phone
And you've made the list
You're in that boy band son
Come and give us a kiss"
Phoned up Martin and Rich
And carried on getting pissed
Boys I don't believe it
I'm gonna be famous
Pick you up in a Porsche
and buy you lots of trainers
I met the other guys
one seemed like a c.ock
I think it's going to be like
New Kids On The Block
I can't be bothered 'cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I can't forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby
(I only wanted to get down
I'm making trouble in this town
For the five of us)
I adopted four brothers,
Some I liked more than others
One was like a brother from another mother
But the lead singer made it hard to like him
And I still loved him
despite him
The first three months
you know I nearly quit
I played snooker with my Dad
he said "Don't be a dick
Unload the bullets
your mind is a gun
You're gonna shoot yourself when they're number one"
I can't be bothered 'cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I can't forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby
(I only wanted to get down
I'm making trouble in this town
For the five of us)
Now it's dinner with Versace
Lunch with Princess Diana
And I'm gonna get belted if I go out of my manor
'Cause as much as we were loved
We were also hated
The boys got jealous
'Cause the girls got plated
And now we're famous and that
and we're dancing and that
And I'm thinking I can sing
why am I stood at the back
So fu.ck the band
give me Sambuca and gak
Now we're all a bag of nerves
And not a band of brothers
I can't be bothered 'cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I can't forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby
(I only wanted to get down
I'm making trouble in this town
For the five of us)
And now it's breaking my heart
because the dream's turned to sh.it
It ain't broke but I'll break it in a little bit
And I'm always in trouble
but I've stopped saying sorry
Everybody's worried
”What the fu.ck's wrong with Robbie
He's not answering his phone
He's not talking to me
I saw him on the telly at Glastonbury”
And now I'm running away
from everything that I've been
And I'm pissed and I'm fu.cked
and I'm only nineteen
I can't conform no more
I can't perform no more
But the boys know I'm fu.cked
and so they show me the door
And if the truth be told
I wasn't fit enough to stay
So I put my head down
and walked away
That was the 90's
90 to 95
I can't be bothered 'cause I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I can't forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby
(I only wanted to get down
I'm making trouble in this town
For the five of us)
Summertime
(R. Williams / A. Genn)
This is how I pray in the summertime
This is how I pray in the summer
Got my glass of shandy,
Now I feel fine
This is how I pray, yeah
The more you say,
The more you pray,
The less it’s getting you down
The more you pray,
The more you stay,
The less it’s getting you down
Autumn time leaves falling all around
Wintertime follows suit
Little bunnies freezing in the snow
Winter’s such an ugly brute
Mid-city blues getting you down
Take a break from the strain
Get out your car,
Drink a glass of wine
Admit it, you feel great
It’s the summertime
This is how I play in the summertime
This is how I pray in the summer
Got my glass of shandy,
Now I feel fine
This is how I pray, yeah
This is how I pray in the summertime
This is how we play in the summer
Got my glass of shandy,
Now I feel fine
This is how I pray, yeah
And if your love has met its sad refrain
Believe me, you will love again
And all the best laid plans of mice and men go wrong
You can hear it in this song, oh
This is how I break for the summertime
This is how I play in the summer
What’s mine is yours
Yours is mine
This is how I pray, yeah, ohohoh, yeah
You got the funky drummer in '89
This is how I play, yeah, oh, woah
The Mondays, The Roses
Blocking all your noses
Wearing baggy clothes
and their Buffalo poses
Bank tellers, dropping little fellas
Loved up in the clubs
Of football thugs,
No malice
I dig your dreadlocks,
Buzzing off your socks
Big fish, little fish,
Cardboard box
So give me French kiss
I love you Voodoo Ray
I dream of Santa Ana on the road to Mandalay
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
On my mind, on my mind
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
Summertime
When the weather is hot
In the summertime
On my mind
In the summertime
On my mind
I got shivers down my spine
On my mind
Happiness is surface light
On my mind
On my mind
Dickhead (Hidden Track)
(R. Williams / J. Meehan)
This is “T” to the mother fu.cking “Ofty”
What’s your problem, dickhead
Don’t kick my dog, dickhead
Don’t beep at me, dickhead
Why you mug me off in my car, dickhead
Why you disrespecting my bra, dickhead
There’s a dickhead in your mouth
A dickhead on parade
Do not have kids
Don’t want dickheads to be made, dickhead
Why you disrespecting my bra, dickhead
Why d’you piss me off in first class, dickhead
I’m not sitting here to be treated like a dickhead
Bumba Clart, 'kin Raas Clart
Where’s the chorus dickhead
(Dickhead)
Give me my lighter
Isn’t it lovely,
that we could still be good friends
They say you’ve gone off me,
don’t be so sloppy, baby
Isn’t it lovely,
that we could still be good friends
I know you still want me,
because I’m so lovely, baby
If you diss me you’ll sell copy, dickhead
What d’you expect, dickhead
Radiohead, dickhead
This is pop, dickhead
Size tens, dickhead
Break your shins, dickhead
My security are vicious crew
They’ll kick fu.ck out of you
Only if I ask them to,
but they’ll kick fu.ck out of you
(You’re going home in a Staffordshire Ambulance)
I wasn’t looking at your bird, dickhead
She was looking at me, dickhead
Who do you think I am, dickhead
Who the fu.ck are you, dickhead
Must have me confused
With someone who gives a sh.it
I’ve found the dickhead of the year
And you are fuc.king it, dickhead
Where’s the chorus? No chorus?
Dickhead!
Isn’t it lovely,
that we could still be good friends
They say you’ve gone off me,
don’t be so sloppy, baby
(“T” to the mother fu.cking “Ofty”
That’s right, I’m Tofty.)
Isn’t it lovely,
that we could still be good friends
I know you still want me,
because I’m so lovely, baby
(“T” to the mother fu.cking “Ofty”
That’s right, I’m Tofty.)
(The shi.t is bananas - B A N A N A S - the shi.t is bananas – B A..)
I’ve got a bucket of shi.t, ohh yeah
I got a bucket of shi.t
I got a bucket of shi.t, ohh yeah
I got a bucket of shi.t
No horse sh.it, cow shi.t, dog shi.t,
no, real shi.t
I got a bucket of shi.t, ohh yeah
I got a bucket of shi.t
I got a bucket of shi.t, ohh yeah
I got a bucket of shi.t
Not dog sh.it, cow shi.t, horse shi.t,
real shi.t
(Can we do it again)
Why d’you cut me up in my car, dickhead
Why d’you say bad things ‘bout my bra, dickhead
I’ve got nothing for you, dickhead
Go to bed, dickhead
Don’t wake up, dickhead
Who gives a fuc.k, dickhead
No one gives a fuc.k about you
'cause you’re a dickhead true
See your mate over there in the corner,
he’s a dickhead, too, like you,
dickhead
Isn’t it lovely,
that we could still be good friends
They say you’ve gone off me,
don’t be so sloppy, baby
Isn’t it lovely,
that we could still be good friends
I know you still want me,
'cause I’m so lovely, baby
Isn’t it lovely
(I tell you what
There’s one out every night
There’s not one, just like
hundreds of the bug.gers
I know you’re coming around ra ra ra
You sound like Snoopy
A rugged Snoopy, arow row row)
Isn’t it lovely
(You dickheads are spoiling it
for t.its like us)
Baby
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