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(Cooke)

When the night draws to an end
I'll be wishing that I’d talked to you
Instead of drinking ‘til I fell down
Now that time may never come
I'll never know what it is like
To have a conversation with you

Something inside won’t let me
Talk to you
Something inside won’t let me

So where, where are you now?
I should be there with you now
Instead of drinking ‘til I forget
And who, who are you with?
I hope you’re having a good time
And don’t know what you’re doing to me

Something inside won’t let me
Talk to you
Something inside won’t let me

And now here, here are you dancing
Why can’t I just talk to you
Instead of drinking ‘til I can’t speak?
Now the lights have just come on
You are nowhere to be found
I am lying on the ground
Asleep

Something inside won’t let me
Talk to you
Something inside won’t let me

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(Huntley/Davidson)

Say something special to me ... Boy!
Say something special to me ... Girl!

You used to shave your head
But now a polish is fine
Without a doubt you were the lout
Of 1979
Waistband expands as hands
Still grab for lager drink it to the beat
Keep-keep-on-keeping on you fucker
Keep those boots upon your feet
So!

Say something special to me ... Boy!
Say something special to me ... Girl!

You’re the meanest little dickhead
On provincial street
But when a little boy had fallen down
You bought him a sweet
You love the Queen you loved her mother
Just like your own mum
You’re such a bloody moron
You’re just so fucking dumb
So!

Say something special to me ... Boy!
Say something special to me ... Girl!

(Chalmers/Cooke)

I guess I’ll really never know
It’s hanging fragile in the air
Can I ask? Should I dare?

I didn’t know you were so shy
But you kissed me twice – so why
Have you left me feeling this way?
I can hardly get you outta my head
24/7 enough is said
Is this just a teenage crush
Who knows?

I guess I’ll really never know
It’s hanging fragile in the air
Can I ask? Should I dare?

Je n’saurai jamais vraiment
Suspendu fragile dans l’air
puis-je demander? dois-je oser?

I guess you probably think I’m mad
But maybe that is not so bad
If it isn’t meant to be
Who knows?
I can hardly get you outta my head
24/7 enough is said
Is this just a teenage crush
Who knows?

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(Davidson/Cooke)

Doc Skazoid, a keen talker
Never knew a man could talk so much
His sister knew Glitter,
Got older did not keep in touch
Did dexys, The Sixties,
Ten years so good that he forgot
He did forget!

Did business down London
No debt too dirty to collect
Smart dressing gent distressing
Your money or your fucking neck
Did whisky, The Sixties,
Ten years so good that he forgot
He did forget!

He’s been talking, talking all nite long
He’s been talking, talking all nite long

Been dragging his wagon
More years than I have ever seen
No drinkies for Crinkly
But you can see where they have been
In sheepskin in summer
But I've never ever seen the old boy sweat
Top pocket, Blue Peters
Wouldn’t do to get those beauties wet
Beauties Wet!

He’s been talking, talking all nite long
He’s been talking, talking all nite long

The Children of the Clyde
They’re durty and they’re wide
The oily water shines, The oily water’s fine
The Children of the Clyde
They’re durty and they’re wide
The oily water shines, The oily water’s fine

God summoned Don Drummond
Tom McCook and Roland Alphonso
Old timer, sunday driver
He’s got a ticket for that show
Old timer, sunday driver
He’s got his ticket for the show
For the show!

He’s been talking, talking all nite long
He’s been talking, talking all nite long

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(Davidson/Cooke)

Goodbye Boyfriend
We’ve reached an end, there’s nothing left to say
A goodbye kiss? Don’t take the piss!
Get out, Get on your way!

So turn around and count to three
And get the hell away from me
There’s your coat and where’s the keys
You’ve had all you’re going to have of me
You’ve had all you’re going to have of me

Goodbye Boyfriend
We’ve reached an end, don’t cry and I won’t laugh
Time and trial have cast a light
Upon these misplaced loyalties
Try and try as much I might
Well things ain’t what they used to be

So turn around and count to three
And get the hell away from me
There’s your coat and where’s the keys
You’ve had all you’re going to have of me
You’ve had all you’re going to have of me

(Cooke)

I love you just the way you are
No matter what they say
I love you just the way you are
No matter what they say

Dont worry the others say
They’re not a patch on you
And they don’t even realise
What they’re doing to you
And if they exclude you
Then take it somewhere else
To people who will let you
Be yourself

I love you just the way you are
No matter what they say
I love you just the way you are
No matter what they say

(Davidson)

The phone is ringing
The phone is singing the same old song
I can sing along
Pure disgrace in a public place
Knew your name on Friday night
I think you left and I know I stayed

The bar is open
But if you’re hoping that I’ll desist
and not come home pissed
You’ve put your faith in a hopeless case
Took you out on Friday night
But then you left and I lost the place

woh-ah oh
woh-ah oh-oh-oh

(Chalmers/Cooke)

Please understand, please understand
Sit down and I’ll take your hand
Where will we go, where will we go
As now the time is here

Though what I know has got to go
I’ll ask myself again my love
I’ll dress up and pretend: lying naked, I’ll forget
Though what I know has got to go
I’ll ask myself again my love
Scale corners of my mind, until I cannot find

Please understand, please understand
Sit down and I’ll take your hand
Where will we go, where will we go
As now the time is here

Nobody knows where the story ends
But where it starts, I’ll tell you my friend

Though what I know has got to go
I’ll ask myself again my love
I’ll dress up and pretend: lying naked, I’ll forget
Though what I know has got to go
I’ll ask myself again my love
Scale corners of my mind, until I cannot find

Please understand, please understand
Sit down and I’ll take your hand
Where will we go, where will we go
As now the time is here

(Davidson/Cooke)

I’m getting desperate
And I’m losing the rag
I have been through the contents
Of the hoover bag
It’s getting hard to think
I think I need a drink

(Disco/Davidson)

Demonically cold and heartless
Hasn’t got the time for carpets
Hasn’t got the time for silence
Sacrificed to small hour violence
Riverdancing hound of Hades
With a face for scaring babies
Her boyfriend’s screams.
Haunting me when I should be asleep
      
If I never meet another person
Half as up their arse as you, my dear,
It’ll be too soon
The devil lives upstairs
And she doesn’t care

Should I get a man to kill her?
Take a rusty knife and spill her
Steaming guts, blood pouring,
On that precious real wood flooring?

If I never meet another person
Half as up their arse as you, my dear,
It’ll be too soon
The devil lives upstairs
And she doesn’t care

(Huntley)

And he will be spectacular
Not a boy but a wealthy batchelor
I want a car, a car, a car ... yeah!

This Boy is bothering and boring me
But as a boy is feeble and can easily
be part exchanged for another
My wrath is cold and uncontrollable
boys will be boils and boils are lanceable
I’ll cut him away for another

And he will be spectacular
Not a boy but a wealthy batchelor
I want a car, a car, a car ... yeah!

This boy’s as bold as a barnacle
Been told but holds on farcically
Bye bye boy run to your mother
Seems this boy likes his ridicule
Seems this boy wants to be a fool
Bye bye boy I got another

And this one’s quite spectacular
Not a boy but a wealthy batchelor
He’s got a car, a car, a car ... yeah!

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(Davidson/Swinburne/Cooke)

I lost my voice
In a squatters’ pub in Rotterdam
I met an Argentinian
But that’s OK with me

We drank all night
Drinking to the memory
Drinking to the Hand Of God
And the referee

I lost my mind
Tequila washed it clean away
I’ll maybe get it back some day
I don’t know I don’t care

We danced all night
Dancing to the memory
Samba tango meringay
And the doh-see-doh

The hand - the hand - the hand - the hand of God
The hand - the hand - the hand - the hand of God
The hand - the hand - the hand - the hand
The hand - the hand of God

A quien madruga
Dios le ayuda
Habla ustey Inglese?
No intiendo

I lost my voice
In a squatters’ pub in Rotterdam
I met an Argentinian
But that’s OK with me

Put a Hand Of God
On a squatters’ wall in Rotterdam
Wrote beside it ‘Love From Stan’
Adios, goodbye

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(Cooke/Davidson/Millar)

Hey Copernicus
Is it really fact, that the world’s not flat?
And if that’s the case, if I walk for days
Will I end up here, end up here?

Aye, right!

Hey Schrödinger
Did your cat survive, to leave the box alive?
This uncertainty really bothers me
Should a principle be so cruel?

When, finally
It’s goodnight from him, and goodnight from me
And the bouncer shouts “drink yir drinks get out!”
Are we going home, going home?

Decision time!

(Huntley/The Amphetameanies)

You’ll take it on the backbeat
Put a full stop against the beat
You’ll stutter
With every word you never thought
You’ll utter
You’ll take it on the backbeat fucker

It’s alright when you’re dancing, Oh yeah
On your own, It’s alright you know
On your own, It’s alright you know
On your own, It’s alright you know
Yeah, Oh yeah!

Take a look again and shudder
To the bitter end you’ll mutter
If I was your friend I’d put a
Bullet in your head you fucker!

It’s alright when you’re dancing, Oh yeah
On your own, It’s alright you know
On your own, It’s alright you know
On your own, It’s alright you know
Yeah, Oh yeah!

You’ll take it on the backbeat
Put a full stop against the beat
You’ll stutter
With every word you never thought
You’ll utter
You’ll take it on the backbeat fucker

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