Very Best Of 10cc

Well good morning judge, how are you today
I'm in trouble, please put me away
A pretty thing took a shine to me
I couldn't stop her so i let it be
I couldn't stop her so i let it be
I couldn't stop her so i let it be
I couldn't stop her so i let it be
He didn't do it, he wasn't there
He didn't want it, he wouldn't dare
Well good morning judge, yes i'm back again
I'm in trouble, so it's back to the pen
I found a car but i couldn't pay
I fell in love and i drove it away
I fell in love and i drove it away
I fell in love and i drove it away
I fell in love and i drove it away
He didn't do it, he wasn't there
He didn't want it, he wouldn't dare
I didn't do it, i wasn't there
I didn't want it, i wouldn't dare
Alcatraz is like a home sweet home
I'm so wanted and i'm never alone
San quentin is the place to be
I'm so happy i don't wanna be free
So happy i don't wanna be free
So happy i don't wanna be free
So happy i don't wanna be free

i was walkin' down the street
Concentratin' on truckin' right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And i looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces, one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other

I say
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it
I don't like cricket no no
I love it
Don't you walk through my words
Got to show some respect
Don't you walk through my words
'cause you ain't heard me out yet

Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said "i'll give you one dollar"
I said "you got to be jokin' man,
It was a present from me mother"
He said "i like it, i want it,
I'll take it off your hands
And you'll be sorry you crossed me
You'd better understand that you're alone,
A long way from home!"

I say
I don't like reggae no no
I love it
I don't like reggae
I love it
Don't you cramp me style
Don't you queer me pitch
Don't you walk through my words
'cause you ain't heard me out yet

I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin' pina calarda
I heard a dark voice beside me say
"would you like something harder"
She said "i've got it, you want it,
My harvest is the best
And if you try it, you'll like it
And whollow in a dreadlock holiday"

And i say
Don't like jamaica oh no
I love her
Don't like jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Don't you walk through her words
Got to show some respect
Don't you walk through her words
'cause you ain't heard her out yet

I don't like cricket
I love it dreadlock holiday
I don't like reggae
I love it dreadlock holiday
Don't like jamaica
I love it dreadlock holiday

I'm dancing on the white house lawn
Sipping tea by the taj mahal at dawn
Hanging round the gardens of babylon
Minnie mouse has got it all sewn up
She gets more fan mail than the pope
She takes the mickey out of all my phobias
Like signing cheques to ward off double pneumonia
Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze
I'm leaning on the tower of pisa
Had an eyeful of the tower in france
I'm hanging round the gardens of madison
And the seat of learning
And the flush of success
Relieves a constipated mind
I'm like a gourmet in a skid row diner
A fitting menu for a dilettante
Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze
Love is a fire of flaming brandy
Upon a crepe suzette
Let's get this romance cooking, honey
But let us not forget
Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze

Hey toots, you put the life into living
You brought a sigh into sight
Ah hon, you make my legs turn to water
You bring the stars out at night
But they ain't half so bright
As your eyes
Gee whiz, you take the beauty out of beautiful
You play the strings of my heart
Oh babe, you take the wonder out of wonderful
Oh my, oh my, and my, if you were mine
The rain would turn to sweet sweet wine
Well he's been up all night
Breakin' his head in two to write
A little sonnet for his chickadee
But between you and me
I think its sssssssssssilly. silly
Ooh treas, you got a smile like a rembrandt
Aha, you got the style of a queen
Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud
Next to you all the others could be weeds
You're the only one my garden needs
Ooh, you know the art of conversation
Must be dying
Ooh, when a romance depends on
Cliches and toupees and threepes
We're up to here with moonin' and junin'
If you want to sound sincere -
Don't rely on crosby's croonin' -
Take a little time
Make up your own rhyme
Don't rely on mine
`cos it's sssssssssilly - silly - silly - silly

Just like a rollin' stone
I'm outside lookin' in
But if your chance came would you take it
Where on earth do i begin
I'm mandy fly me
I've often heard her jingle
It's never struck a chord
With a smile as bright as sunshine
She called me through the poster
And welcomed me aboard
She led me she fed me
She read me like a book
But i'm hiding in the small print
Won't you take another look
And take me away
Try me mandy fly me away
The world was spinning like a ball
And then it wasn't there at all
And as my heart began to fall
I saw her walking on the water
As the sharks were comin' for me
I felt mandy pull me up give me the kiss of life
Just like the girl in dr. no no no no
Ah when they pulled me from the wreckage
And her body couldn't be found
Was it in my mind it seems
I had a crazy dream
I told them so but they said no no no no
I found me on a street
And starin' at a wall
If it hadn't have been for mandy
Her promise up above me
Well i wouldn't be here at all
So if you're travellin' in the sky
Don't be surprised if someone said hi
I'm mandy fly me

Do the wall street shuffle
Hear the money rustle
Watch the greenbacks tumble
Feel the sterling crumble
You need a yen to make a mark
If you wanna make money
You need the luck to make a buck
If you wanna be getty, rothschild
You've gotta be cool on wall street
You've gotta be cool on wall street
When your index is low
Dow jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you, buddy can you spare the dime
But you ain't got the time
Doin' the....
Doin' the....
Oh, howard hughes
Did your money make you better?
Are you waiting for the hour
When you can screw me?
`cos you're big enough
To do the wall street shuffle
Let your money hustle
Bet you'd sell your mother
You can buy another
Doin' the....
Doin' the....
You buy and sell
You wheel and deal
But you're living on instinct
You get a tip
You follow it
And you make a big killing
On wall street

I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail
Well the band were playing
And the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
I love to hear those convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail
Sergeant baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail
And for miles around
You could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Sergeant baker started talkin'
With a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was clear
He was always in command
He said "blood will flow;
Here padre
Padre you talk to your boys..."
"trust in me -
God will come to set you free"
Well we don't understand
Why you called in the national guard
When uncle sam is the one
Who belongs in the exercise yard
We all got balls and brains
But some's got balls and chains
At the local dance at the local county jail
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Is it really such a crime
For a guy to spend his time
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do

Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river
Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea,
You lay your bets and then you pay the price
The things we do for love, the things we do for love.
Communication is the problem to the answer
You've got her number and your hand is on the phone
The weather's turned and all the lines are down
The things we do for love, the things we do for love.
Like walking in the rain and the snow
When there's nowhere to go
And you're feelin' like a part of you is dying
And you're looking for the answer in her eyes.
You think you're gonna break up
Then she says she wants to make up.
Ooh you made me love you
Ooh you've got a way
Ooh you had me crawling up the wall.
Like walking in the rain and the snow
When there's nowhere to go
And you're feelin' like a part of you is dying
And you're looking for the answer in her eyes.
You think you're gonna break up
Then she says she wants to make up.
Ooh you made me love you
Ooh you've got a way
Ooh you had me crawling up the wall.
A compromise would surely help the situation
Agree to disagree but disagree to part
When after all it's just a compromise of
The things we do for love, the things we do for love....