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Robbie Williams
Robbie Williams


Информация
Настоящее имя Robert Peter Williams
Дата рождения 13 февраля 1974 г.
Место рождения Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England.
Жанры Pop
Rock
Dance
Годы 1990—н.в.
Лейблы Virgin Records
EMI Group
Chrysalis Records
См. также Take That
Сайт Website



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Rudebox (31.10.2006)
31.10.2006
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Dickhead (Bonus Track)
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Do the rudebox, Shake your rudebox x4
Ok then back to basics grab your shell toes and your fat laces
A little hand clap for some funk faces and make your body move in the following places
goes up your back and then down your spine and when it hits your head…

Ok then back to baseheads dance like you just won at the special Olympics
I got the rudebox of the back of a spaceship, so sick I just had to take it

The R.U.D.E.B.O.X. up yer jacksy, split yer kecks sing a song of semtex,
pocket full of durex body full of mandrex. Are we gonna have sex (yes)
will you wear your knee socks (ohh) back to the rudebox

Got this double fantasy where we just never stop, ive got one design
and that’s to funk you to the top. Know whats on my mind there’s only one thing you will find,
I got one design and that’s to bump you til you drop

Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty
Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty

Ok then back to spaceship, take both pills **** the matrix
Jack those jills shake your Playtex rock 3 stripes not the asics
A.D.I.D.A.S old school cos it’s the best – yes
Tk max cost less yes
Jackson looks a mess bless

Ok then what to do, if you try to jack me ill rudebox you,
if you rudebox me ill rudebox your whole crew cos its what I do aint that right boo – true

I’ll ride with you if you can get me to the border cos the sheriff’s after me for what I did to his daughter.
I did it like this – you did it like that – I love it when you double clap clap

Grab this double fantasy where we just never stop, ive got one design and that’s to funk you to the top.
Know whats on my mind there’s only one thing you will find, I got one design and that’s to bump you til you drop

Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty
Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty

Ok then check the tan line, make your body shape like you’re stood on a landmine
call me on my mobile not the landline and the jack the mainline at the same time

Ok this is what we do, got a jam so fresh its nice for you
Ok give it what you got and dial 808 for the bass to drop

Ok then whats the fracas grab your cardy your lead hat and your bus pass you
don’t sweat much for a fat lass grab your rudebox cos your box is righteous

Ok bum rush the show I got high speed dubbing on my stereo and all the tunes
in the box are the cherrio, I know I told you before, did you hear me though

Grab this double fantasy where we just never stop, ive got one design
and that’s to funk you to the top. Know whats on my mind there’s only one thing you will find,
I got one design and that’s to bump you til you drop

Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty
Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty
Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty
Do the rudebox, shake your rudebox (repeat to fade)

. . .



I just wanna be x4

I lost all faith in what I know
The future doesn't need me
So I kick a bo agen a wo and head it till it don't hurt no more.
Use my cuts and lacerations, feed myself a new sensation woah woah

Take a ride on your high horse
If the horse is blind, use the force
The falcon flies in two straight lines
Red five standing by
It's not a moon it's a space station
It feels good the good vibration woah woah

I know that you know some lovely people.
Send them all an invitation, yer party to a segregation woah. Woah

Viva life on mars I'm calling
Sending my frequency to the galaxy so you can see people down here

They don't want us to discuss the picture in the caves of us.
A nosebleed and a bag of coal then they put you in a hole.
We're knee deep in information
And they can't stop this conversation. Woah woah

I know that you know some lovely people.
Send them all an invitation, party to a segregation woah. Woah

Viva life on mars I'm calling
Sending my frequency to the galaxy so you can see we're all down here

I just wanna be x 8

Love is natural love is good
Not everybody does it but everybody should.
With them and us we've made a mess,
till they decide which god is best.
Free yourself from liberation from lake Geneva to the freeland station woah woah

I know that you know some lovely people.
Send them all an invitation, yer party to a segregation woah woah.

Viva life on mars I'm calling
Sending my frequency to the galaxy so you can see people down here

Viva life on mars I'm calling x4

. . .


(L. Taylor)

What am I supposed to do
To keep from going under
Now your making holes in my heart and yes it's starting to show
I've been holding back
Is it any wonder?
Since you walked right into my life and interrupted the flow

CHORUS

I wanna know
Baby when you're with me
Who do you think you're foolin'?
Making me feel so short
Turnin' your lovelight down again
Why don't you let me be
You don't know what you're doin'
Making me feel so short
And turnin' your lovelight down again

Did it again, did it again
Baby I've got to know
Are we gonna make it?
Lay it down right beside me tonight and do whatever you feel
Baby your in control
Where you gonna take it?
Don't you think that I'll do you right you know darn well that I will

CHORUS
I wanna know
Baby when you're with me
Who do you think you're foolin'?
Making me feel so short
Turnin' your lovelight down again
Why don't you let me be
You don't know what you're doin'
Making me feel so short
And turnin' your lovelight down again

Do it again, do it again
Do it again, do it again

Baby you turn your lovelight down
And I don't know, just how long I can stick around
Gonna need more, and it ain't just physical
I dunno what I can do, if I've found that
It ain't love this time around
Keep turning down your lovelight, did it again (x 4)

CHORUS

When ever you….
Baby when you're with me
Who do you think you're foolin'?
Making me feel so short
Turnin' your lovelight down again
Why don't you let me be
You don't know what you're doin'
Making me feel so short
And turnin' your lovelight down again

REPEAT AND FADE

. . .


(M. Chao)

Mama was queen of the mambo
Papa was king of the Congo
Deep down in the jungle
I started bangin' my first bongo

Every monkey'd like to be
In my place instead of me
Cause I'm the king of bongo, baby
I'm the king of bongo bong

I went to the big town
Where there is a lot of sound
From the jungle to the city
Looking for a bigger crown

So I play my boogie
For the people of big city
But they don't go crazy
When I'm bangin' in my boogie
I'm the "king of the bongo, king of the bongo bong"
Hear me when I come
King of the bongo, king of the bongo bong

They say that I'm a clown
Making too much dirty sound
They say there is no place for little monkey in this town
Nobody'd like to be in my place instead of me
Cause nobody go crazy when I'm bangin' on my boogie
I'm the king of the bongo, king of the bongo bong

Hear me when I come
King of the bongo, king of the bongo bong
Bangin' on my bongo all that swing belongs to me
I'm so happy there's nobody in my place instead of me
I'm a king without a crown hanging loose in a big town
But I'm the king of bongo baby I'm the king of bongo bong
King of the bongo, king of the bongo bong
Hear me when I come, baby, king of the bongo, king of the bongo bong...

Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tout le jour
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tout le jour

Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tout le jour
Je ne t'aime plus mon amour
Je ne t'aime plus tout le jour

. . .


(R. Williams)

Oh, Madonna, Madonna

I don't miss you
Just who
You used to be
And you don't ring true
So please
Stop calling me
Your "I love you"'s
Are ten a penny
You're dropping clues
Like you've got any
You got to choose
There's been so many ohhhh

I love you baby
But face it she's Madonna
No man on earth
Could say that he don't want her
This look of love
Says I'm leaving
You're frozen now
I've done the freezing
I'm walking out
Madonna's calling me

She's got to be
Obscene to be believed
That's her routine
Not what she means to me
I found myself
By circumstance
Across a room
Where people dance
And quite by chance
She' danced right next me

I love you baby
But face it she's Madonna
No man on earth
Would say that he don't want her
It's me not you
I've got to move on
You're younger too
But she's got her groove on
I'm sorry love
Madonna's calling me

Oh, Madonna, Madonna

I want to tell you a secret

We're having drinks
With Kate and Stella
Gwyneth's here
She's brought her fella
But all I wanna do
Is take Madonna home

I love you baby
But face it she's Madonna
No man on earth
Would say that he don't want her
It's me not you
I've got to move on
You're younger too
But she's got her groove on
I'm sorry love
Madonna's calling me

. . .



Hotel motel Holiday Inn
Hotel motel Holiday Inn
Hotel motel

Vein popping
Heart clogging
Name dropping
Life stopping
Got no strings
But I think with my dingalingaling
Can't sing can't speak ting tong's tong ting
I'm popping
And I'm locking
Pulse stopping
Hypnotic
Got no strings
But I think with my dingalingaling
Wing chang with the ching ching ting tong's tong ting

(I love my Mum and I love my Dad
They never had any love I've had
So much love it's driving me mad)

Blood clotter
Slender tone
Say très bon
Dingadingdongadongadong
Sound of the town
Gets a little louder
He saw and I saw in my soul mine
If you're in the club and you hear this sound
Come on everybody boogie down boogie down

Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
The feeling in your heart

No leaving
Shallow breathing
Girl weeping
Teef teathing
Got no strings but I think with my dingaling
Wu tang with the bling bling
Sing a song sing sing
Naughty things
We're geezing
Day creeping
Got not strings but I think with my dingaling
Wu tang with the bling bling
I spin with a tin tin gin grin

(I love my Mum and I love my Dad
They never have any love I've had
So much love it's driving me mad)

Blood clotter
Slender tone
Say très bon
Like a dingadingdongadongadong
Sound of the town
Gets a little louder
He saw and I saw in my soul mine
If you're in this club and you hear this sound
Come on everybody boogie down boogie down

Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
No feeling in your heart
Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
The feeling in your heart

Hotel motel Holiday Inn
Hotel motel Holiday Inn
Hotel motel

Croups crouping
Roots rooting
Ludes looting
Loops hooping
Got no strings but I think with my dingalingaling
Two two for the two ting tong ting two stonking
Two's two
Looks luking
Fruits fruiting
Sleuths sleuthing
Got no strings I think with my dingalingaling
Root root for the rooting
Toot toot for the tooting

(I love my Mum and I love my Dad
They never have any love I've had
So much love it's driving me mad)

Blood clotter
Slender tone
Say très bon
Like a dingadingdongadongadong
Sound of the town
Gets a little louder
He saw and I saw my saw mine
If you're in this club and you hear this sound
Come on everybody boogie down boogie down

Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
No feeling in your heart
Running in the fast lane
Speeding in the dark
Trying to maintain
No feeling in your heart

. . .


(R. Williams)

Can we do it again

Take that, take that

Chorus
You alright star
No star
You alright star
You alright star
No star
I don 't feel proper

1st Verse
I went to the dr to get a prescription
I told him little fact and lots of fiction
About a bad back that I ain't got
He tried to sell me faith healing
But I think not
I want Xanax, Vicadin and Oxycotton
Funky fill the form out
So I can drop em'
I've got all these demons
And I can't stop em'
To tell you the truth Doc
I might have a problem
Robert Williams take one adoral with water in the morning
As if I'm goin' to take one tablet I'm Keith Moon
Dick head

Chorus 2
He said this one's to take you up
Wow how
He said this one's to take you down
When I take um I don't feel sound
And I look rather… Round

You alright star
No star
You alright star
No star
You alright star
No star
I don 't feel proper

2nd Verse
You know what Doc its alright and all
I just heart me leg its not terminal
But a pain killer could help for whats wrong with my knee
And I'm a little bit down from too much tea
Got me own collection can't get an erection
If I take em' too long they'll fuck me complextion
That's right If I take em for like more than a few days I get that haunted look

Give me loads of pills
Give me loads of pills
Give me loads of pills
Give me loads of pills

Chorus 3

He said this one's to take you up
Wow how
He said this one's to take you down
Wow how
When I take um I don't feel sound
And I look rather… Round
You alright star
No star
You alright star
No star
You alright star
Five star
I don't feel proper

Middle 8 ish

Now if you go to the barber shop long enough then you're goina' get a hair cut
And if go to the doctors regular, then you gots to be a fuck up
Well I've got 5 or 6 if I'm at a loss
Do I have a history of drug abuse, well I never tick that box
And I now that some of you are going to be really really cross
The drug's stop working so prescription pills are boss
The glory days are gone and we've all stopped havin' it
No raves no more just bedside cabinet
Sleepers are great but don't start dabbing it
The world carries on spinning we're mad in it
Take that, take that

Chorus 3
He said this one's to take you up
Wow how
He said this one's to take you down
Wow how
When I take um I don't feel sound
And I look rather… Round
You alright star
No star
You alright star
No star
You alright star
Five star
I don't feel proper
You alright star
No star
Are you five star
No star
You alright star
Five star
I don't feel proper

Know what doc, it's not like I've been doin' any research or anything
But if you can give me any of the following pills
I'd be very very greatful cos I feel poorly
So that's
Codeine
Morphine
Opium
Methadone
Menocrabedene
Hydroanoxycodeine
Anolodene
Buprenopheine
ButroPhenol
Adorel
Dorel
Work with me antidepressants
But not Saint Johns Wort
Cos I can get that at
Boots!

. . .


(R. Williams)

Principal actors to the stage please,
Act One is about to begin in 8 seconds.

VERSE ONE:
First you can't act, now you can't stop,
(What's my motivation?)
I used to like you... a lot,
(I was the class nerd)
Exactly who I'm s'posed to be,
(I'm totally Strasberg)
You play a doctor on TV,
(What you're doing is SO brave)

VERSE TWO:
Deep down you're dirty but you try,
(I'm a good person)
The truth would break you so you lie,
(I want my work to matter)
It's in the choices that you make,
(I want to inspire)
No talent, just fate.

CHORUS:
I don't know where you begin,
I end, we start
Again,
They need, you love,
We all watch
The Actor Acting.

VERSE THREE:
Good from far but far from good,
(All I have is my instinct)
You love to act, I wish you would,
(It's not acting, it's re-acting)
Act like you're not from out of space,
(When I'm on stage I feel alive)
You know ambition isn't grace,
(For me it's the craft)

VERSE FOUR:
Made of Sex, Maida Vale,
(Would I do better in New York)
You are the Alpha Male,
(I'm just too pretty for that role)
You are the good, you are the great,
(The words have power)
Now let me fill you with my hate.

(CHORUS)

MIDDLE 8:
Monroe,
(Monroe)
Barrymore,
(Barrymore)
Mansfield,
(MANSFIELD)
D-d-d-d-Dame d-Dame d-Dame Judi Dench,
(Judi Dench)
Madonna Ritchie,
(Ritchie)
Ritchie, Ritchie, Ritchie.
Streep,
Close,
Hepburn,
Burt Reynolds.
Niven,
Danson,
Bundy,
BARDOT.
Joaquin,
Joaquin,
Joaquin,
Joaquin,
Joaquin,
(Joaquin)
Joaquin,
(Joaquin)
Joaquin,
(Joaquin)
SWANK.

(CHORUS)

OUTRO SPEECH:
In the future,
Everybody will be anonymous for fifteen minutes,
You are, we all are a test card,
The stars of CCTV,
We ARE the nature of the beast.

. . .


(R. Williams)

Size of which is paradoxic the only way you're gonna stop this
In the vessel there's a switch in the middle
You really shouldn't fiddle cause its toxic
Listen up 'cos it's a red light
And the pressure's blowing up tight
There's a skism in the time mechanism
There's a skism in the time mekanism
Never touch that switch
Even if you want to
You don't know what it can do.
Never touch that switch, even if you want to.
You don't know what it can do.

See the futures in the distance
I know I'm facing some resistance
Getting back within the blink of a bubble
Time machine never gives us any trouble.
There's a riot down in Shelton
Only minutes after Brixton but this city never made it on the telly
Or the rumble of the nations underbelly

Never touch that switch, even if you want to.
You don't know what it can do.
Never touch that switch, even if you want to.
You don't know what it can do.

You know you're heading for a meltdown, and you're living in a tin town
Thinking that you're gonna be somebody, living in the land of milk and honey
Listen up 'cos it's a red light, and the futures blowing up tight
There's a skism in the time mechanism, there's a skism in the time mekanism

Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don't know what it can do.
Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don't know what it can do.
Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don't know what it can do.
Never touch that switch, even if you want to. You don't know what it can do.

. . .


(Human League)

When he saw her getting of the bus
It seemed to wipe away the years
Her face was older, just a little rough
But her eyes were still so clear
He drank his coffee and he hurried out
Across before she walked away
Then he approached her like a little child
Too scared for what he had to say

"Hello, Louise,
Remember me?
Now should we part
Or stay awhile?
As if we were still lovers"

She took a moment just to recognise the man she'd known so well before
And as he started to apologise
Lose any bitterness she bore
She gently put her finger on his lips
To let him know she understood
And with her suitcase standing on the floor
Embraced him like a lover would

He told louise
"You look so good
It's just you see
You make me feel
As if we were still lovers"

It's not always true that time heals all wounds
There are wounds that you don't wanna heal
The memories of something really good
Something truly real, that you never found again

And though they talked for just a little time
Before she said she had to go
He saw the meeting as a tiny sign
That told him all he had to know

And so Louise
Waved from the bus
And as she left
She gave that smile
As if they were still lovers

. . .



Suburbia's a slipstream
To a memory
Of a time when you were
Close to me
I pretend
I'm there again
I close my eyes and see you
Better than before
Then I feel you touch me
And it's 1984
I know what you will say
Before you start
In my heart

We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys

Every thought's a fashion
Or a crime
And every boy is just
A waste of time
But I pretend
It was different then
Maybe it's a habit
Maybe it's a sin
But I find out
When I try it on
It crawls beneath my skin
Once it gets inside me
It won't go
Now I know

We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys

Rent
Shopping
Being boring
It's alright
It's a sin
I'm not scared
In denial
I want a dog
I want a lover
Can you forgive her?
Do I have to?
What have I? What have I?
What have I done to deserve this?

We're the Pet Shop Boys
We're the Pet Shop Boys

. . .


Can you hear me?

In your face
There's nowt left
They have defaced
The marks you left
Upon the wall

The writing not on there at all
Can you stand what you stood for
Are you more normal then before?

Goodbye to the normals
Goodbye to the normals

In your place
There's just chaps
The kids aren't alright
They know
They're born today

Reaching out to feel the sun
At the time it seemed like fun
I was there when you got done
Lived two weeks by the surf
We used to know what we were worth
Before the normals fell to earth

Goodbye to the normals
Goodbye to the normals

Whatever happened
To the mean mortals crew
The fine young casuals blew a fuse
And all the Burslem lads
Now that they're all dads
They meant so much to me
It makes me sad

In your wake
There's nowt left

. . .


In my young life I have received 'Callers as though they were Christmas Eve 'Disappointed and I don't know why? 'She gave me laughter and hope 'And a sock in the eye.

(A love like this is sealed with a kiss)''In my young life and I know something now. 'I've never tried to create a wow 'Wows are few frustration more common 'Now I can feel it in my soul 'That's why I gave the come on... ''Kiss me with your mouth 'Your love is better than wine 'But wine is all I have 'Will your love ever be mine? ''Faces fall before my feet 'Like blood onto a clean white sheet 'When I grow old I won't forget 'To innocence my only debt. ''Wow I feel so fresh today 'Barefoot in the snow to make love in the hay 'The stars are bright in the abyss 'Now I can feel you in my arms 'I explode inside your kiss. ''Kiss me with your mouth 'Your love is better than wine 'But wine is all I have 'Will your love ever be mine?

. . .


I smoked Consulates and Park Drive, drank Nookie Brown
Learned how to skive
Polo mints to hide my breath from my mum
Did a little weed cuz it felt like fun
Did a little bit of speed if my friend had some
Nicked Volkswagen badges I'm a Beastie Boys son
Me so horny, me so young and I still get my washing done
Auntie Joan died of cancer God didn't have an answer
Rhythm was a dancer
Any room for a chancer? That's me in the corner, thanks sir!
I wore astute track suits, British Nike shoes, Kangol hat like LL Cool's
Before I was 'avin it, 'avin it large
They nicked the BMX from out my garage
Knew it was Theo from off the estate cuz every time he'd see me, he'd smile like we were mates
From then on in I'd have to walk to me Nan's
And I'd dream my dreams through a sea of prams
Like a hooligan on the football stands
And I'd throw the v's to Leeds and West Ham
Then I ran, I ran so far away down Scotia Road to a taxi bay
Then I ran again cuz I couldn't pay, a Muslim didn't get his fare that day
I apologise today

Things are better when they start
That's how the 80s broke my heart

And who are you calling poof? You like Wham, man, I hate that stuff
And then my grandad died and left a hole in the family and lots of women had to nanny me
School was a laugh, they didn't have ADD, thick was the term they used for me
(over and over)
Repeatedly
(over and over)

Take my breath away take my breath away
Bidly bidly bidly bom
Pass it on the left hand side, right turn, Clive

That girl in the fourth year, got pregnant and she was raised Catholic, brilliant!
I cried, she cried, we cried, our youth died
Drank cider in the cemetery
The year above us had discovered E and I said it weren't for me
?12.50? I could rob me mum's purse and buy one up Torquay
Met a girl on Monday, drank fizzy pop on Tuesday
Fingered her on Wednesday and on Thursday and Friday and on Saturday
Dumped by Sunday

Things are better when they start
That's how the 80s broke my heart
The wonder years, I've played my part
That's how the 80s broke my heart

Like I said, I lost my virginity to a girl called Anne-Marie, well she said she fancied me
And then she said "fuck me" and I thought 'fuck me, I'm all talk and it'll be over too quickly'
And it was but I couldn't care less, I'd seen a girl's bra and made a mess on her dress, oh yes!
You're now rocking with the best, second person in my year that had seen a breast
I'm in my 30s now and I'm still impressed
Where are the Falklands mum? And what have they done?
Where do girls come from? Where do girls come from? Where do girls come from?

It's the 80s, what you looking at, ya mong?
So young, so long, so young, so long
Too short, so long
What you looking at ya mong?
Too short, so long, too short, so long
So long.

. . .


Picking up the story from where I left off, it's 1990 now so school can fuck off
I got no GCSEs, nothing higher than a D,
I couldn't tell me mum because she'd batter me
Me and ?? sat on the bowling green, life is a shitter
We had five quid between us, bought us six cans of bitter
I took me ten Benson home and I smoked through the sorrow
If I could just avoid me mum maybe I'll tell her tomorrow
I stumbled through the door and said "Mum, it's like this."
She said "That man's been on the phone and you've made the list!
You're in that boy band, son, come and giz a kiss!"
Phoned up Martin and Rich and carried on getting pissed
"Boys I don't believe it, I'm gonna be famous!
Pick you up in a Porsche and buy you lots of trainers."
I met the other guys, one seemed like a cock
I think it's gonna be like New Kids on The Block

I cant be bothered, cuz I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby?

I adopted four brothers, some I liked more than others
One was like a brother from another mother
But the lead singer made it hard to like him
And I still loved him, to spite him
The first three months, you know, I nearly quit
I played snooker with me dad he said "Don't be a dick!
Unload the bullets, your mind is a gun,
You're gonna shoot yourself when they're number one!"

I cant be bothered, cuz I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby?

Now it's dinner with Versace, lunch with Princess Diana
And I'm gonna get battered if I go out with ??
Because as much as we were loved we were also hated
The boys got jealous cuz the girls got ??
Now we're famous and that, and we're dancing and that
And I'm thinking "I can't see! Why am I stood at the back?"
So fuck the band give me some ??
So now we're all a bag of nerves and not a band of brothers

I cant be bothered, cuz I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby?

And now it's breaking my heart because the dream's turned to shit
It ain't broke but I'll break it in a little bit
And I'm always in trouble but I've stopped saying sorry
Everybody's worried "What the fuck's wrong with Robbie?
He's not answering his phone, he's not talking to me
I saw him on the telly at Glastonbury."
And now I'm running away from everything that I've been
And I'm pissed and I'm fucked and I'm only nineteen
I can't perform no more, I can't perform no more
But the boys know I'm fucked and so they show me the door
And if truth be told I wasn't fit enough to stay
So I put me head down and walked away.

That was the 90s; 90 to 95

I cant be bothered, cuz I'm lazy
I hate those that hate me
I cant forgive and it's crazy, baby
Now I'm a video star
Do you know who you are, baby?

. . .


This is how I pray for the summer time
This is how I pray for the summer
Got my my glass of shandy
Now I feel fine
This is how I pray in the summer

If the more you pray
The more you stay
The less it’s gettin you down

If the more you pray
The more you stay
The less it’s gettin you down

Autumn time leaves fallin’ all around
Wintertime follows suit
Little bunnies freezin’ in the snow
Winter’s such an ugly brute

Mid city blues gettin’ you down
Take a break from the strain
Get out your card
And drink a glass of wine
Admit it you feel great
It’s the summertime

This is how it feels in the summertime
This is how I feel in the summer

Got my glass of shandy
Now I feel fine
This is how I play, yeah

This is how I feel in the summertime
This is how I feel in the summer
Got my glass of shandy
And I feel fine
This is how I play, yeah

And if your love has met it’s sad refrain
Believe me you will love again
All the best laid plans of my mice and men wrong
It’s written in this song, oh

This is how we feel in the summertime
This is how we feel in the summer
What’s mine is yours
What’s yours is mine
This is how I play, yeah

This is how we feel in the summertime
This is how we feel in the summer
Take it back to the summer of 89
This is how I play, yeah, oh

This is how we feel in the summer, oh

Spoken:
The Mondays, the Roses
Blocking all your noses
Wearing baggy clothes
In our Buffalo poses
Bank tellers, stroppy little fellas
Loved up in the clubs
Of football thugs
No malice
A dicky dread locks
Boozin’ off your socks
Big fish little fish
Card board box
Gimme french kiss
I’ll love you from the rain
I dream of Santa Ana on the road to Mandalay
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
On my mind
On my mind
In the summertime
Where the weather is hot
In the summertime
I got shivers
Down my spine

. . .


[Toffty]
This is 'T' to th motherf**king offty
What's your problem , Dickhead?

[Robbie]
Don't kick my dog, Dickhead
Don't beep at me, Dickhead
Why you mug me off in my car, Dickhead?
Why you disrespestin my bra, Dickhead?

There's a Dickhead in your mouth
A Dickhead on parade
Do not have kids, don't want Dickheads to be made, Dickhead

Why you disrespectin' my bra, Dickhead?
Why'd you p*ss me off in first class, Dickhead?
I'm not sittin here to be treated like a dickhead

Bomba clatz, kin eh rass class

Where's the chorus, Dickhead?!

(give me my lighter)

Isn't it lovely,
That we can still be good friends?
They say you've gone off me,
Don't be so sloppy, Baby.
Isn't it lovely,
That we can still be good friends?
I know you still want me,
Because I'm so lovely, Baby.

If you diss me you'll sell coffee, Dickhead
What'cha expect, Dickhead?
Radio head, Dickhead?
This is pop, Dickhead!
Size tens, Dickhead
Break your shins, Dickhead!

My security are a viscious crew
They'll kick f**k out of you,
Only if I ask 'em to,
But they'll kick f**k out of you

(you're going home in a Staffodshire ambuance)

I wasn't lookin' at your bird, Dickhead
She was lookin' at me, Dickhead
Who do I think I am, Dickhead?
Who the fu*k are you, Dickhead?!
Must have got me confused,
With someone who gives a sh*t,
I've found the dickhead of the year
And you are f*cking it, Dickhead!

Where's the chorus? No chorus? Dickhead.

(Dickhead)

Isn't it lovely,
That we can still be good friends?
They say you've gone off me,
Don't be so sloppy, Baby.
Isn't it lovely,
That we can still be good friends?
I know you still want me,
Because I'm so lovely, Baby.

[Toffty]
[Robbie] This sh*it as bananas, B A N A N A S...hahaha)
I got a bucket of sh*t though yeah?
I got a bucket of sh*t.
I got a bucket of sh*t though yeah?
I got a bucket of sh*t
Not horse sh*t, cow sh*t, dog sh*t NO
REAL sh*t
I got a bucket of sh*t though yeah?
I got a bucket of sh*t

I got a bucket of sh*t though yeah?
I got a bucket of sh*t
Not dog sh*t, cow sh*t, our sh*t,
REAL sh*t
[Robbie] can we do it again?

[Robbie]
Why'd you cut me up in my car, Dickhead?
Why'd you say bad things about my bra, Dickhead?
I got nothing for you, Dickhead
Go to bed, Dickhead
Don't wake up Dickhead
Who gives a f*ck, Dickhead?

No one gives a f*ck about you,
Cos you're a dickhead, true
See your mate over there in the corner,
he's a dickhead too like you, Dickhead!

Isn't it lovely,
That we can still be good friends?
They say you've gone off me,
Don't be so sloppy, Baby.
Isn't it lovely,
That we can still be good friends?
I know you still want me,
Because I'm so lovely, Baby.

Isn't it lovely? x2

(you, Dickhead, are spoiling it. And t*ts?)

Baby

(like us, Dickhead)

. . .


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