Chicken and latches. Latches and chicken. Chicken and latches. Latches and chicken. Chicken and latches. Yeah!.
I brought back a souvenir. All the way from Kampuchea. A plastic bag up my ass. And soon the goods will all come to pass. . I sell the seeds of misery.
What is it that gives a pop record that special something, that extra touch that makes it a hit and lifts it to the dizzy heights of the top of the top ten?.
Chinese girl with knee-high socks. Spanish hips, she's Italian. She's a blacklamb. Mmm, she's a blacklamb. . She's a berry, she's a quince. She's a mango, she's a rambutan.
Something's wrong...I know something's wrong. Something's wrong.... Something's wrong...I know something's wrong. I know something's wrong.
Baby's gone away for several days. And I'm awake and I'm amazed. I haven't shaved I haven't bathed. And I'm dismayed to say I caved. To all I'm craved I've misbehaved.
All of them ladies in their. Summer dresses. Driving me crazy with their. Second wind. . All of them ladies in their. Summer dresses. Driving me crazy with their.
All by myself. Still here the way she left me. I'll buy myself. Some shit to get me through this day. . Skipped off to play with someone else. Skipped off to play with someone else.
[Approximately]. Alright sir, here we go, what are we going to give [???]. On twenty-five gonna give me thirty dollars thirty make it thirty bid on thirty-five and now forty make it forty now forty-five make it forty five.
They tried to assassinate me, can't get past my shield. Got a hundred fresh disciples learnin' how to kneel. . What I ain't got, they beg borrow steal.
My darling the stars they shine for you. My darling the birds [whistling] twitter for you. My darling my heart skips a beat. Whenever I think of you. And under a moonlit sky.
If you're wondering why. All the love that you long for eludes you. And people are rude and cruel to you. I'll tell you why. I'll tell you why. I'll tell you why.
(Kirsty MacColl/Pete Glenister). She was a party girl, stayed up til the small hours. Now she's embarrassing and everybody laughs. At the girl with the face that could drive her baby wild.
Indian gyal. Aha. Indian gyal. Wee.... Indian gyal. Yes man. . Yuh feel this Indian gyal cyah come and wine and wuk she waist. Take over the street make ah bacchanal in the place.
(Kirsty MacColl/Johnny Marr). Walking down Madison - I swear I never had a gun. No I never shot no-one - I was only having fun. Walking down Madison - swear I never had a gun.
(Kirsty MacColl/Pete Glenister). Another time, another day. Another baby on the way. A dreamboy for your nightmare nights. Who never shouts and never fights.
(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E.Nevin). Sometimes it feels like you never will win. Just when you're ready to pack it all in. You tear it down and start over again.
(Kirsty MacColl/Johnny Marr). I want to tell you something. It's not a secret or anything. You're not alone in being alone. At the end of a perfect day.
(Kirsty MacColl). I must have been driving all day. But I'm getting no further away. All these towns look the same. And the rain is falling in my eyes.
(Kirsty MacColl/Mark E.Nevin). When I was just a child. My folks would drive me wild. They'd spy upon my every move. Until it drove me to despair. They told me what to wear.