An Englishman In New York Lyrics - Godley And Creme

Demented New York athletes staggering round the block 

Deformed Chicanos pour in Chicago's rolling stock 

Digital bathrooms drilling for furs 

Surgical stockings marked His and Hers 

Guggenheim attitudes back to back with Jewish Baroque 

No way street, no way street, no way street 

Happy to see you, have a nice day 

Defecting Russian dancers dance into Hockney prints 

Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red 

From the land of blue rinse 

They boggle at menus in Olde English verse 

'Ode to a burger' by Keats at his worst 

The hissing of omelettes, the breaking of legs 

Don't shoot till you see the whites of their eggs 

The pink fillet mignon looks black on the negs 

Strange apparatus you've never seen 

Strange apparatus, even stranger theme 

Street alligators, big Anglophile 

Will navigate us through a change of style 

I came, I saw, what manner of beast is this 

New York, you talk a little bit left of centre 

A scream, a shout, New York is throwing its weight about 

Walk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye 

The stranger the wood, the straighter the arrow 

Dismembered hopeful My-Lai veterans queuing for sleaze 

'Sorry no dogs, no fags, no shriners and no amputees' 

Sexual athlete applies for audition 

Willing to make it in any position 

Just one of the extras with blood on their faces 

In Snow White and The Seven Basket Cases 

I'm happy and dopey and dirty in places 

No way street, no way street, no way street 

Lock up your daughters, Avon crawling 

Devoted collectors of paraphernalia out walking the rock 

Battle and bitch for the ultimate kitch of a crucifix clock 

Two miniature Romans, running on rails 

Appear every hour and bang in the nails 

Oh, I've got to have it, Christ, I gotta be the first on our block 

Disturbing facts about Nazi splinter groups seen on the news 

They're picketing synagogues and claiming that 

Hitler was King of the Jews 

Caught in the tunnel an ambulance howls 

A men's room attendant is flapping his jowls 

Shh, Howard Johnson is moving his bowels 

Strange apparatus, you've never seen 

Strange apparatus, even stranger theme 

Street alligators, big Anglophile 

Will navigate us through a change of style 

Strange apparatus, you've never seen 

Strange apparatus, even stranger theme 

Walk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye 

The stranger the wood, the straighter the arrow 

No way street, no way street, no way street, no way street 

No way street, no way street, no way street, no way street