(A&M Records, sp-4594, 1976)
Tous les titres sont écrits par Lewis Furey, sauf "Top ten sexes" par Lewis Furey et Steve Lack
© 1976 Irving music inc. et Late morning music (bmi)
(A&M Records, sp-4594, 1976)
Tous les titres sont écrits par Lewis Furey, sauf "Top ten sexes"
par Lewis Furey et Steve Lack
© 1976 Irving music inc. et Late morning music (bmi)
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It's a rubber gun show, a rubber gun, gun
show -
uh oh look my baby pulled a no-no.
A rubber gun show, a rubber gun, rubber gun -
why is Tommy always on the run-run.
Who pulled the trigger on who ?
Who pulled the trigger on me ?
Run it up a flagpole, see who salutes,
What a crazy bunch of rag dolls,
what a bunch of kooks!
Savage on the loose, savage on the loose,
savage, savage -
little mouse got raped and got ravaged.
Savage on the loose, well the man is loose, very loose -
seems he's fixing to cook a goose.
Who pulled the plug out on who ?
Who pulled the plug out on me ?
All the tea in China couldn't save the day,
dig when someone plucks an angel's wings,
someone's got to pay, I say now...
The king is dead, well the king is dead,
very dead -
They found his crown, but they still can't find his head.
The queen is sick, oh at heart the queen is awful sick -
her joker always pulls the same old schtick.
It's a rubber gun show - a rubber gun.
A rubber show - a rubber gun.
A rubber gun show - a rubber gun.
It's a rubber, that's the rub, run, run, wha, wha...
Who pulled the trigger on who ?
Who pulled the trigger on me ?
Run it up a flagpole, see who salutes,
What a crazy bunch of rag dolls,
what a bunch of kooks!
Savage on the loose, savage on the loose,
savage, savage -
raped and ravaged !
The king is dead, well the king is dead, very dead -
still can't find his head !
A rubber gun show, a rubber gun, gun show !
Top ten sexes - Top ten sexes
Top ten sexes - Top ten sexes
What the gang would like to know tonight,
it would be a wonder a delight,
list your top ten, top ten sexes,
catalogue your preferred complexes.
Top ten sexes - Top ten sexes
Top ten sexes - Do you like it on the top or the bottom...
Top ten sexes - Do you like it sweet smelling or rotten...
Top ten sexes - Do you like it from the front or from the back...
Top ten sexes - On satin sheets or on the rack!
Here's one for you - Sally and Jeannie,
two yg w/m 23 and 26 seeking same.
Like crowds into gd times/bd times,
cryogenetics, rubber and related water sports.
Or perhaps this one - Pasadena,
little old lady likes fast cars, no car too hot,
call after eleven, if the landlady answers hang up!
Top ten sexes - What the gang would like
to know tonight...
Top ten sexes - ah well well well let me see you do it honey.
What the gang would like to know tonight,
it would be a wonder a delight,
list your top ten, top ten sexes,
catalogue your preferred complexes.
Top ten sexes - You see there's a place
for everything
you don't have to lineup...
Top ten sexes - And chances are even if you did
the man ahead of you is thinking what you're thinking.
Top ten sexes - Top ten sexes
Jane, I've got a song I wanna sing to you.
It's the one I promised I would bring to you when my life grew sweet,
ah look my life, all my life is sweet;
kinda like, I'll tell you how, you're my special treat.
I'm bringing you a lullaby, lullaby to dance
to,
lullaby, lullaby to dance to,
oo la la lullaby to dance to the whole night through.
Knowing you makes me feel so very glad.
I'm just a little afraid that our love is gonna drive me mad.
I feel so weightless in your arms -
we dance a kinda lullaby in your arms -
when you're gone Jane, I'm longing for your charms.
I'm bringing you a lullaby, lullaby to dance
to,
lullaby, lullaby to dance to,
oo la la lullaby to dance to the whole night through.
I keep wanting more and more of you -
how I adore you, I wanted to floor you -
I went and catalogued all the snowflakes for you!
And now I'm bringing you a lullaby, lullaby
to dance to,
lullaby, lullaby to dance to,
oo la la lullaby to dance to the whole night through.
It's my love for you, your love for me.
Love for you - love for me!
Taken, I've been taken and misshapen.
Is this the part that I'm to play,
is this the girl I'm to betray.
I'm your prisoner, poke and shove me.
PLace the sword above me.
I've destroyed the one who loves me.
Mistaken, forsaken, sadly misshapen.
Whoa the toppling dominos and screens
got me dodging through these fitful dreams.
How my lips are blue and thin -
I once more shed my skin.
And a naked snake comes slithering in.
A rabbit lamely hops,
the wolf's licking his chops -
I've got a feeling in my gut no one dares adopt.
They're rounding up the cattle,
you hear the slaughterhouse death-rattle -
once again the antler horns lock in battle.
See I'm scrambled up inside,
I've been taken on a terrible ride.
Is this the part that I'm to play,
am I to betray the only one to ever say
that she loves me.
The first time I saw you you were dancing
in the rain.
That was your way my honey of nursing your pain.
I say how very apropos, what a clever so and so,
and I cast you as my poetic young man.
The next time I saw you your eyes were all
ablaze.
We talked of my plans for you and you were neutralized with praise.
I say how very apropos, what a modest so and so,
and I cast you as my poetic young man.
Well whatever you've gained, boy I'm ripping
it off you -
the particular stamp of your peculiar pain.
And whatever you've trained for kid I'm busting
so love me now cause I'm leaving you.
The last time I saw you you were standing
in the sun.
Frozen, immortal, you had a hand on your gun.
I say how very apropos, what a perfect so and so,
and I cast you as my muse forever and ever more.
I cast you, I cast you as my muse
forever and ever and ever more!
I'm fresh outa cornflakes, I'm on the rocks,
I want a diploma fast from the school of hard knocks.
It seems that I'm down to my very last dime,
should I dial a prayer or the perfect crime ?
You ask me what I'm doing, hell I'm waiting in the dark -
I'm fresh outa limos or I'd cruise in the park.
I'm fresh out of plane tickets or I'd make it to France.
I'm fresh outa chicken or I'd try romance.
Casting for love, the unlikely, the improbable.
Casting for love, the pactically impossible.
Oo a body's got to try
to find that something makes him officially high.
A kick in the gut'll get you out of the
rut right away.
Only a nut would play his cards as they lay.
Nothing but the very best cur makes hay.
It's a wonderful feeling - soothing and healing -
when the deck is stacked and you're dealing.
What a lucky guy, who reaches for the sky.
Who fearlessly takes his balloon
and climbing through the clouds he eats the moon!
Sometimes that skyscrape might look hazy.
You're flying oh so high, you're crying oo my my,
you're feeling crazy.
But don't you na, don't you ever let it make you lazy.
Cause it's a marvelous thing, when you hear the bell ring,
and you find yourself in the centre ring.
What a lucky man, lives life out on the
lam.
He lives and he loves just as rich as he can -
kinda Casanova, kinda Peter Pan.
What a lucky guy, who reaches for the sky.
Who fearlessly takes his balloon
and climbing through the clouds he eats the moon!
Moon what a lucky man, what a lucky moon,
what a lucky man, what a lucky...
He lives and he loves just as rich as he can -
kinda Casanova, kinda Peter Pan.
Pan what a lucky man, what a lucky pan,
what a lucky man, what a lucky...
Romance.
Take a chance.
Dear Lewis, isn't she the one you want to live with in the sun.
Look at her, she so sweet, got such pretty feet.
But you're a raggedy-ann, you're a regular
wreck.
You just rock around the clock, you're gonna break your neck.
Ribald, raging, ravaging, you run you're a diamond dealing man, now
isn't that fun.
Romance.
Take a chance.
Ah honey, she's so fine.
Someone's gonna say, "Susie be mine".
Listen to the girl how she sings - daddy says that she's growing wings.
Stars are born so fresh and glittering.
She is young and quivering.
But you're just dressing in silks and satins this year - the Princes of
the Mafia all you their dear.
Romance.
Take a chance.
And well we know how you lie to yourself.
Like you've lied so many times before.
Guess I'm a guy who's got ants in his pants - I always want that crazy last
dance.
Dear Lewis, I'm writing you this letter
hoping that you're going to get yourself together.
Think you've fucked around enough for one day - try romance, get carried
away.
Who got the bag
Who got the bag
Who got, who got, who got, the bag ?
That's the question.
Who got, who got, who got, the bag ?
Do you got a suggestion ?
Who got, who got, who got, the bag ?
Who got the bag ?
Mama says that we lost our bickies.
Everyone wants bonus hickies.
Looks like Gabriel's blown his horn.
Looks like savage being born.
Who got the bag
Who got the bag
Who got, who got, who got, the bag ?
That's the question.
Who got, who got, who got, the bag ?
Do you got a suggestion ?
Who got, who got, who got, the bag ?
Who got the bag ?
In the bag is strength and power,
growing hotter by the hour.
In the bag is love and hate.
Look beyond the Garden gate.
Who got the bag, who got the bag ?
There are songs of coldness and songs of lust.
Songs of betrayal and songs of trust.
Songs that fill you, songs that make you glad,
and songs like this, songs that are sad.
I'm haunted by your memory.
This is the way that you charted for me.
She'll never be what you want her to be.
She'll never do what you want her to do.
I better make up my mind to get myself on through.
I've called to you a hundred times,
a hundred hundred times these lines.
Lines filled with longing, lines rich with desire.
There are songs come from heaven and songs from the fire
And I'm haunted.
This is for you, these are the wings of an angel
fallen from grace.
This is for you, here are the hands of a child who walks alone through space.
Many are the things I have wished for you -
that you fall in love so deep that you weep for joy,
so hard you scream with pain,
I invoke the sacred and the profane.
And when you enter the presence holy,
feel the devil not the angel only,
all is in your heart.
Hey look a white horse with white frontlet plumes
is dancing,
rears 'round the corner snorting and prancing,
calling for you, just as he calls for me,
begging us on to reach out on this our argosy...
Legacy.
This is for you, this is the window of the soul, know thy face.
This is for you, this is the eye of the storm, the common place.
Many are the things that i've wished for you to see -
when beauty and art couple how great the betrayal can be,
how moist a lover's ex, the still dry chill of cold pretext.
And when you pass 'neath the portals of hell,
there'll be devils beside you, but angels as well -
just as in your heart.
Hey look a white horse with white frontlet plumes
is dancing,
rears 'round the corner snorting and prancing,
calling for you, just as he calls for me,
begging us on to reach out on this our argosy...
Legacy.
Fall in love so deep that you weep for joy,
so hard you scream with pain,
we invoke the sacred and the profane.
When you enter the presence holy,
play the satyr not the martyr only.
And when you pass 'neath the portals of hell,
there'll be devils beside you, but angels as well -
just as in your heart.
All is in your heart.
A white horse with white frontlet plumes is dancing,
rears 'round the corner snorting and prancing,
calling for you, just as he calls for me,
begging us on to reach out on this our argosy...
Legacy !
