I'm back down, I'm in the undertow
I'm helpless and I'm awake, I'm in the undertow

So she took her love
For to gaze a while
Upon the fields of barley

He's got a brand new car
Looks like a jaguar
It's got leather seats
It's got a CD player

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

All the girls on the block knocking at my door
Wanna know what it is, make the boys want more

Custom House, Canning Town
East Ham sound like drill work
Sound like drill work sound like drill work
Sound like drill work

I'm finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole defense

A modern-day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride

Ah don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket

Something's on and I can't find
What I'm searching for
And I still believe that you know
Reaching out for something to hold

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love

*whistles Z Cars theme*

Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip

Shake me into the night and I'm an easy lover

He did the monster mash
(The monster mash) It was a graveyard smash

…is worth 4 (four) in the bush

1 in the hand…

Strap on Sally chased us down the alley
We feared for our behinds

I still dream of Orgonon.
I wake up crying.

More than this
You know there's nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this