"papersnow". From no talking just heads. . (a. partridge, c. frantz, j. harrison, t. "blast" murray, t. weymouth). . Andy partridge: vocals, whistles and lyrics.
Have you seen Jackie?. He's a strange strange strange little girl. Make up on his face and his hair in curls. Have you seen Jackie?. She's a strange strange strange little boy.
See the flowers round the altar. See the peaches in tins 'neath the headmaster's chair. Harvest festival. . See the two who've been chosen. See them walk hand in hand to the front of the hall.
Have you got Miss Fortune, she's the daughter of rich parents,. All she does is cry. One four-letter word is all she wants. But you can't buy love so there's no supply..
When We're laying in bed. And We're laying in love. You and the blackness. Fit me like a velvet glove. That's why I go crazy. When you flick on your lamp.
Please to bend down for the one called the Greenman. He wants to make you his bride. Please to bend down for the one called the Greenman. Forever to him you're tied.
Great fire burning, you supplied the spark. Fires burning spreading through the ark. Animals are panicking. I'm animal and panicking. . Your plans, a match on the tinder wood.
Laying on the grass my heart it flares like fire. The way you slap my face just fills me with desire. You play hard to get. 'Cause you're teacher's pet.
Hey goosey goosey. I believe it's for having fun. Hey goosey goosey. I believe it's for everyone.. . One red morning. With no warning. Life comes crashing in.
Just take your suitcase from my wardrobe. And pack it full of guns and bombs. Then cfc's and germ-war microbes. We've been destroying stuff too long. And there's no home for us.
Looks as if you're dropping mirrors by the gross. Looks as if your nine lives have left town. When you paint in grey and drear. Eldorado won't appear.
Is the airplane sweeping low?. Dropping leaflets down below.. Ho, ho, ho. What they read, what they read. [Aw commation]. Is affecting you. Prince Othello.
Generals and Majors ah ah. They're never too far. From battlefields so glorious. Out in a world of their own. They'll never come down. Till once again victorious, whoa.
Kid,. Stay and snip your cord off,. Talk and let your mind loose,. Can't all think like Chekov,. But you'll be o.k.. . Kid,. Is this your first time here?.
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul. Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill. Of your radio. Into the mouths of babes. And across the backs of its willing slaves.
Tending my fruit, tending my fruit. Ah you've got to have a hobby. A man must have a shed to keep him sane. . Spraying my buds, spraying my buds. Got to keep away diseases.
Let us talk about some trivial things we like. A bit of this and that. Let's chew the fat. . Pour ourselves a glass of stout. And let our Rael Brook shirts hang out.
I am the fly on the wall,. My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer.. I just came flying through your door,. You didn't notice that your number had been called..
The hunt is on to find the fox. Cross patchwork fields and spiny copse. Much to and froing. White horses showing. Their pearly teeth. . He lead them up into a wood.
Yes, it's true. . I want that apple, just like William Tell. No more floor gazing, no more head down the well. I'm feeling extrovert. I should be shaking the stars instead of hugging the dirt.