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Adam ant

We'll do the tango
We'll try the fox trot
I'll eat a mango
You drink a straight scotch
You know i told you
You could be classy
So why did you have
To be so nasty?

Remember the curls
Of the deutscher girls?
A love of mine
From down on the rhine

I'll fill your bath with
The finest champagne
I'll lick your skin dry
I cherish your name
The stakes get higher
As you dress sparsely
So why did you have
To be so nasty?

I love your blonde hair
I kiss your pigtails
And i could not share
The scratch of your nails
And though you mark me
Your eyes so glassy
Oh why did you have
To be so nasty?

Sung to the tune of "y.m.c.a." by the village people

Antfan, there's no need to feel down
I said antfan, cos' we ain't been around
I said antfan, there's no others in town
Who can do the things that we do

Antfan, there's a place you can go
I said antfan, called the antmusic show
I said go there, to adam and the ants
They can make you start new romance

It's fun to go to the a.n.t.s.
It's fun to go to the a.n.t.s.
Put on a kilt, dye your hair green
And dance the zerox-machine
A.n.t.s. it's fun to go to the a.n.t.s.
Put on your paint
And hold up your head
Till all the though (??) men drop dead

Antfan, i was once in your shoes
So tired and fed up with the blues
So i went and got me a sound
And we called that sound antmusic

No band does it just like we do
I said no band gets to satisfy you
Go there to the adam and the ants
They can make you start new romance

Antfan what do you want to be
Nowhere or an ant just like me

You can go there to adam and the ants
They can make you start new romance

Giorgio moroder/pete belotte
(from the soudtrack of "metropolis", 1984)

Is there a mask behind the face
Is it a sleeveless ace
Can a smile conceal a sneer
How do we see clear

What makes the truth curl up and lie
Is it the fly-by-night
If the counterfeit's the sham
How do we all stand
The deeper we put in the problem - the less we know

What's going on
I wanna know
What's going on

Remember all the cracks you feared
Beneath the clear veneer
Well, now they're bursting wide apart
And this is just the start
How does it feel to lose control - lose your goal
So who's a friend and who's a foe - time to show

What's going on
I wanna know
What's going on

Adam ant/marco pirroni

Well you walk the walk
And you smile the smile
You don't care who you hurt
As long as it's me

Well you play the part
And you tear my heart
You don't care who you hurt
As long as it's me

Is that any way to behave?
Is that any way to behave?
Is that any way to behave?
I'm asking

And i believe
What goes around comes around goes around
I believe
What goes around comes around

Well you talk the talk
And you smile the smile
You don't care who you hurt
As long as it's me

Well you play the part
And you tear my heart
You don't care what you take
As long as it's free

And if you think you took me over
You'd better look over your shoulder
And if you think it's all right
The guys are watching you

And i believe
What goes around comes around goes around...

Adam ant

Hey, you got a face like a labrador
I don't mind that's what i'm here for
The angel gabriel sent me
To give you a little bit of sympathy

I'm gonna take you down to harley street

Such a shame you had that crash
That will teach you to drive flash
And a lorry hit you at full power
Your blood gushing like a shower

Plastic surgery - it's so plastic
Plastic surgery - fantastic
(and you better take me away)

Well you might have to sell your car
And your parent's brand new house
You lie awake and lose your sleep
Baby, miracles do not come cheap

Well you can have a brand new nose
Light blue eyes or even hazel
A little ear will be much better
When you are a real go getter

Don't go sitting in the sun
Your new face might start to run
Just forget your makeup scheme
Clean your face with mr. sheen

Kennedy died in '63
Poor john.f-
Kennedy died in '63
Poor john.f-
Kennedy died in '63
Poor john.f-
Kennedy died in '63
Poor john.f-
Kennedy

No more messing 'round
Playing with monroe
No more turning on
The middle aged ladies
All i remember
Was his sporty young hairstyle
All i remember
Was the catholic day

Kennedy died in '63
Poor john.f-
Kennedy's wife
With his brain
On her knee
Poor jacky-
Kennedy's wife
With his brain
On her knee
Poor jacky-
Kennedy
Poor jacky-

No more rocking chairs
Sitting on the front porch
No more soft drugs
Playing the space race
All i remember
Was you levi sta-prest
All i remember
Was the catholic day

I see the chickens have come home to roost (5x)