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Written and Composed by Adam Ant/Lester Square
Ten Nine Eight Seven Six Five Four Three Two One At the screen on the green now (You'd better take it in the ear now) (You'd better listen to the ants now) Fall Out Fall Out Fall Out Fall Out Fall Out Fall Out Fall Out At the screen on the green now Bup shoowup, I want it buddy - buddy Bup shoowup
Written and Composed by Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
The murder happy characters have such fun They murder happy characters one by one You want a second chance But you don't get one CHORUS And the good guys hate the bad guys And the bad guys hate the good guys And we call this making history And we call this making history And we call this making history And we call this making history The murder happy characters like to creep They murder little children while they sleep They leave you on the floor in a big red heap The murder happy characters say they know How to keep the crime rate way down low "Just nip it in the bud so it can't grow" And the bad guys hate the good guys And the good guys hate the bad guys And they call this making history
Written and Composed by Adam Ant
Well tie me up and beat me with a stick Beat me beat me Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick Beat me beat me There's so much happiness behind these tears Beat me beat me I pray you'll beat me For ten thousand years Beat me beat me I'm black and blue baby I love you Be your dog For just one flog You don't hear me plead For you to make me bleed Beat me beat me Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Well use a truncheon or a cricket bat Beat me beat me A good beatings really where it's at Beat me beat me
Written and Composed by Adam Ant
I'm a friend of Mister Pastry I'm a friend of Allen Jones I'm a friend of Shirley Bassey I'm a friend of your chromosomes I'm a friend of Stuart Sutcliffe I'm a friend of Michael Miles I'm a friend of Jim Morrison I'm a friend of Nobby Stiles I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend I'm a friend of a friend but you don't know me I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend If I come on the night, can I get in free? I'm a friend of Egon Schiele I'm a friend of Mister Spock I'm a friend of Doctor Kildare I'm a friend of the Woodentots I'm a friend of Arthur Askey I'm a friend of Freda Payne I'm a friend of Danny Angel I'm a friend of Big John Wayne I'm a friend of Brian Inglis I'm a friend of your dad's son I'm a friend of Boris Karloff I'm a friend of everyone
Written and Composed by Adam Ant
I got a heart on my arm It says pure sex It hurt I mean it Yeah Red red scab Red red scab Red red scab I got it till I die Or till I reach orgasmo I'm gonna get myself a girl with a gun She's gonna blow my throbbing brains out Yeah
Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming Just crossed over into Mexico Lock up your pigsty and your daughters Cos if it moves, you know old Juanito Young ladies he likes to ravish He knows how to make them wet And if he can't, he'll dig himself a hole Or go looking for your favourite pet, Ole They call him Juanito the bandito Lock up your things, you'll be robbed They call him Juanito The randy bandito Oh, how many people have sobbed his name? He wears a soft sun-soaked sombrero A droopy moustache to his chin He will hold up stab or shoot you So that he can get it in O.K.
Written and Composed by Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
I will love you each day of my life And when I die they can Fetch them a knife Cut me open Writen on my brain And in my heart they'll find a name It'll be yours, yours, yours A love dare not speak its name If you wanna be happy Live out of the past Make your new lover As good as the last Or better... Please don't love me For what I'm not Better you hate me For what I've got
Written and Composed by Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
In for a penny in for a pound If she walks by you better turn around She wants sparkle and she don't give a damn As well be hung for A sheep than a lamb So be her daddy She hits back Kiss the drummer Rat-a-tat-tat Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Miss Fierce kiss the drummer Little by little, bit by bit Love stood laughing at this locksmith She may be wrong and she may be right But barking dogs they Seldom bite In the panic and the traumas Miss Fierce puts a bee Fierce legwarmers When men think big And by golly they do Don't wanna go crying Boo-hooing at you
Written and Composed by Adam Ant
I've got a fetish for you A fetish for me A fetish for coffee I've got a fetish for tea I've got a fetish for Brando A fetish for cats A fetish for ladies in Christian Dior hats I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick So very sick I go Any more for the Christian D'or? Any more for the Christian D'or? Any more for the Christian D'or? Christian D'or? Christian D'or? Christian D'or? I've got a fetish for black A fetish for green A fetish for those arty magazines I've got a fetish for blondes I've got a fetish for blondes I've got a fetish for blondes A fetish for blonde haired girls I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick So very sick Big man Big shoes No stryle Damp squibs Retard Big man (solid coffee) Big man (you can do it) Big man (push 'em back) Big man (way back) Sure can I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick So very sick Arriba I've got a fetish for yes A fetish for no A fetish for Robert De Niro I've got a fetich for blondes I've got a fetish for blondes I've got a fetish for blondes A fetish for brown haired girls Got a fetish and that means I'm sick Got a fetish and that means I'm sick So very sick
I wanna date you baby I wanna take you out I wanna wine and dine you I wanna twist and twist and shout I want you hard in my arms So soft on my mattress You get the keys to my heart When you wear that sweet dress But you're so physical, physical For me I wanna date you baby I wanna take you out I wanna wine dine dine dine dine you I want to twist and twist and shout I want you hard in my arms So soft on my mattress You get the keys to my heart When you wear that sweet dress (You know, the short one) But you're so physical, physical For me You're just too physical, physical For me Oh you're so physical Oh you're so physical Oh you're so physical Oh you're too physical
I want to date you maybe I want to take you out I want to wine and dine you I want to twist and twist and shout I want you hard in my arms I want you soft on my bed You get the keys to my heart When you wear that sweet dress (You know, the short one) But you're so physical Physical For me You're just too physical Physical For me I want your rough house baby I want this right in your ear You let me feel your danger I let you make this feeling clear I want the touch of your charms The heat of your breath I want to say all those things (Those dirty things) That would be better unsaid Oh you're so physical oooh Oh you're so physical oooh woooh Oh you're so physical oooooooooh Oh you're so physical oooooooooooooooh
*Here are some b-sides found in B-Sides babies,
I've put another cover 'cause I think Stand and Deliver
cover says everything about that times, and as well
in Brazil is a very hard thing to find, any single.
So I decided to put one single cover in place of B-sides..
This is the real one...
At the top the cover of Stand and Deliver single.
