Awful plastic boots that come above her ankle
Dayglo mini skirts just like a pop art spangle
Digs Vanilla Fudge, buys lipstick by the pound
Gets that 'English' look resembles Kath McGowan
Have you seen her hair it's a style from heaven
Ah! she's nowhere she thinks this is 1967?
She's so square she's nowhere
She's so square she's nowhere
Take her to a disco and screaming Lord Sutch it!
Everyone must look but nobody must touch
Have you seen her car? E type is the latest
How about the Yardbirds? Jeff Beck is the greatest!!
Have you seen her hair it's a style from heaven
Ah! she's nowhere she thinks this is 1967?
She's so square she's nowhere
She's so square she's nowhere
Take her to a disco and screaming Lord Sutch it!
Everyone can look but nobody must..
Have you seen her car? E type is the latest
How about the Yardbirds? Jeff Beck is the...
Have you seen her hair it's a style from heaven
Ah! she's nowhere she thinks this is 1967?
She's so square she's nowhere
She's so square she's nowhere
Watch them go one two three
I'm so happy and so is she
In a 'Danceband'
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Heel to hell and toe to toe
In a 'Danceband'
You can do the bossa nova
'Till the night is through
You know Gay Gordon
You can meet him too
But when you hear that tune
One and one make two
Don't step on my toes
Don't step on my toes
Watch them go one two three
I'm so happy and so is she
In a 'Danceband'
Show slow Quick quick slow
Heel to hell and toe to toe
In a 'Danceband'
You can do the bossa nova
'Till the night is through
You know Gay Gordon
You can meet him too
But when you hear that tune
One and one make two
Don't step on my toes
Don't step on my toes
You can do the bossa nova
'Till the night is through
You know Gay Gordon
You can meet him too
But when you hear that tune
One and one make two
Don't step on my toes
Don't step on my toes
I'm in a 'Danceband'
I'm in a 'Danceband'
I'm in a 'Danceband'
I'm in a 'Danceband'
Show slow Quick quick slow
Show slow Quick quick slow
Show slow Quick quick slow
Show slow Quick quick slow
Quick quick!
When we're laying in bed
And we're laying in love
You and the blackness
Fit me like a velvet glove
That's why I go crazy
When you flick on your lamp
I'm dreaming
Hang on to the night
Hang on to the night
Hang on to the night
I don't want to see
That dawn light
Burn your window
When we're feeling drunk
In a city park
Put away that torch
I'm changed in the dark
Pulsing pulsing,
There's a beat in his arm still.
Pulsing pulsing,
Like the throb of an anthill.
Pulsing pulsing,
No death in the rain.
I've been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
Pulsing pulsing,
There's a lump in his throat still.
Pulsing pulsing,
At the site of a crash throw.
Pulsing pulsing,
No push in the vein.
I've been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
'Cause I love you when you're wild
Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
Don't lose your temper
'Cause I'd hate you to grow mild
Since you took that job with a company
You've changed so much you just won't recognise me
They have you dressed up like a secretary
You mustn't change the things that make you what you are
Since you've been listening to that linguaphone
You're speaking in a voice that is not your own
I'm not sure if it's you when I call home
You mustn't change the things that make you what you are
Whatever happened to my fighting, biting, lightning lioness
Little girl, little girl, little girl, little girl
I think I preferred it when your hair was in a mess
Brittle girl, brittle girl
They're not your real curls
Don't lose it
Don't lose it
Don't lose it
Don't lose it
I'm living in my smokeless zone
My house is not a happy home
I got to do something 'fore I kick the bucket
I'm living in this smokeless zone
I clean my dusty windowsills
Everything I grow it kills
I don't want to stay in this street any longer
living in this smokeless zone
England's green, once so pleasant land
living on a time bomb yeah
The whole damn place is going to turn to sand
Bah bah
I cough upon my wheezy chest
my penicillin does its best
There's only one cure for an unhealthy body
get out of this smokeless zone
When your love's flown out the window,
And the pain comes through the door.
Once again you've missed the boat,
And you're stranded on the shore.
And you find out that what you had,
Was never yours at all,
Friends and lovers that you knew so well,
Will never take your calls.
So,
You blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh
Can't you see you're in your prime?
You're turning creases into lines.
If you play the game
You've got to be prepared to take a knock,
You get put down so many times,
But you keep on getting up.
So put your tears away,
And don't forget to worry is a crime,
Nothing bears thinking about too much,
You'll be old before your time.
So,
You blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh
Can't you see you're in your prime?
You're turning creases into lines.
The pool of tears you left to drown in,
The helping hands that never came,
The years you lost out to another,
All up in flames
So,
You blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
oh-oh
Can't you see you're in your prime?
You're turning creases into lines.
Punch and Judy,
Did it truly,
And were married in a haste,
In love, maybe,
Using the baby,
as a kind of romance paste,
She's grown fatter,
Her hair cut shorter,
Looks much older than nineteen,
He's a drinker,
Not a thinker,
Baby spoiled his could-have-been.
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?
Punch and Judy.
Punch and Judy,
In a semi,
On a brand new council plot,
Sunday lunchtime,
Beer-for-Punch time,
While his dinner's far from hot,
She grows tired,
Cab is hired,
She goes round to see her friend,
He comes back late,
Fool is irate,
We will see his temper bend.
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?
Punch and Judy,
In a quandary,
She's walked out, and he is mad.
Now he's grown up,
Can't smash home up,
Retribution must be had.
Punch and Judy,
Had a baby,
Who brought them to married bliss.
Mr Punch,,
Has drunken hunch,
That he must punish kid for this
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?
Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
All is wrong like north gone south,
There's a bad taste in my mouth.
Everything was stars,
'Til you had a notion to leave,
Beauty marks turned to scars,
Bet you had a laugh up your sleeve.
Congratulations love, love, love, love.
You made a fool of me and physics.
Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
All is wrong like north gone south,
There's a bad taste in my mouth.
Everything was gold,
'Til you thought you were above me,
Soldier turns to rogue,
Pretty turns to pretty ugly.
Congratulations love, love, love, love,
You made a fool of me and physics.
And I'm feeling cheated,
And I'm feeling used,
And what's even worse is,
You just look amused.
Heaven is paved with broken glass,
Since your hammer struck my heart,
This world, a hell of trees and grass.
Since your hammer struck my heart.
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