's a practical man Gonna catch you if he can Down in Piccadilly Down in West One Drinking cups of coffee In Fortnum and Mason She looks good and lovely
Miss Thing, what you got to say? We saw a honey just the other day A wild cat, a loud shirt Thinking up stuff just too different Wa, la, ba, loomba,
are you listening? To the bingy, bingy, bingy Bingy, bongy, children Do you feel good? Do you feel the shame? 'Cause it's 1969 again God made the little fishes And
love old England The roots of freedom are here Say what you will about the alien Just dig in and start with the sky He is welcome and ever might be so And
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
Adam ant/marco pirroni Just stay out of my face And get out of this place Stop pulling my string If you want a nice face Boy None so dull as spoken
5 Guns West Ladies can be captains and ladies can be chiefs Just like glorious Amazons, Ann Bonny, Mary Reed A woman can be captain and a woman can be
number one Crime crazy filthiness all rolled into one Born in the shadow of the Booze fighters In tiny bars and up all nighters Terrorizing the local staff Cool and
obtained by percussion Metal, wood on skin and bone Voices of animals and men Laugh, shout, scream and moan
all singing, I have the mouth In the naughty North and in the sexy South We're all singing and I have the mouth And you have the mouth and they got the
just ties and faces Living in the night night zone When your made for each other Your meant for each other Skip the school and the family School and
a strange incision I hope that insect doesn?t see me He?s not renowned for his courtesy I?m still searching for the Ants invasion The Ants invasion The Ants invasion The Ants
Well, tie me up And hit me with a stick Beat me, beat me Yeah, use a truncheon Or a household brick, yeah Beat me, beat me There?s so much happiness
an angel So come tell me your story, I'll tell you all Looking at rococo statues and paintings on the wall Sitting up there high and mighty, was this
Adam ant There they go the buccaneers Hand and hand in leather glove So fast so crazy With a creepy kind of love Bright lights, black leather Bright
day long in the flat "they're a little bit obscure" she says I call her a - B-side baby And that's that She's just a b-side baby And that
Than any word or letter He's not too good with books and such No not too good with that But he's got knowledge nice and raw And lots of nifty chat