I’ve been on tenterhooks ending in dirty looks,
list’ning to the Muzak, thinking ’bout this ‘n’ that.
She said that’s that.I don’t wanna chitter-chat.
Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat.
Leaning in your corner like a candidate for wax,
sidewalk social scientist, don’t get no satisfaction
from your cigarette, it’s ten to ten, time is running out,
lock up all your memories, get out of here, you know that we can run.
“She wore big knickers and she worked at ‘sewage farm.
Got me hands down her jeans and I nearly lost half me arm…”
Macc Lads – Sweaty Betty
A true scooterboy classic, but I like Macc Lads – Beer and Sex and Chips and Gravy…
‘Cleaned my teeth, put on my best clobber,
Tonight’s the night I’m going to knob her
Vauxhall Viva’s covered in rust,
But you can’t sh@g a bird on a 29 bus’
More HMHB- ‘I could have stuck my head in a bucket full of porridge and moaned about the hospital parking scheme. I would have saved 14 pounds that Id just splashed out on your second album..’
I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
“Don’t ask me why
But I was walking down the streets
Of Fairfax, California
And I saw this flyer hangin’
On a telephone pole, and it said
CAN GOD FILL TEETH!” – Can God fill Teeth by Lard
“God Told Me To Skin You Alive!” – I kill Children by The Dead Kennedys
You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when I met you
or
The Pope says to the atheist, in Gods name I do swear
You’re searching blindly in the dark for something that ain’t there
The atheist says to the Pope there ain’t no gettin’ ’round it
You too were searching in the dark for nothing…but you found it
or
The object of my affection
Walked off in the other direction
Early one mornin’ while makin’ the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin’ forty-four beneath my head.