1. |
I Like You
02:29
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Nice face, nice smile
Nice taste, nice style – I like you you’re nice
Nice eyes, nice hair
Nice legs, nice underwear – I like you you’re nice
You’re so very nice and
I would like to try and
Get to know you better
Maybe I’ll send you a letter
If you got to meet me
I know how it would be
You’d fall at my feet and fall in love with me completely
I like you you’re very nice
Nice size, nice smell
Nice body, nice mind as well – I like you you’re nice
You’re so very nice
And I would like to try and interest you
So that I might get a chance to
Meet your dad and mother, sister and your brother
Tell them all of my vision
Maybe even ask permission
I’ll charm them all with my persistence and impress them with my insistence
And if there is still resistance I’ll still like you from a distance
I like you you’re very nice
Nice dress, nice shoes
Nice hands, nice boobs
Nice mouth, nice teeth
Nice on top, nice underneath
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2. |
Pig
03:54
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Anthony Pig, runt of the litter
Bag slasher, bed wetter
And he never ever knew
He never ever knew what he did wrong
Anthony Pig, wider and fatter
Greasy and fried, extra batter
And he never ever knew
He never ever knew what he did wrong
Anthony Pig, Anthony Pig
You can see him on the town
You can smell him on the piss
Sweat, smoke and aftershave
Large donna meat and chips
He’s all the lads best mate
He’s a karaoke singer
He’s on coke without the ice
He’s on Jerry Springer
Anthony Pig, Anthony Pig
Anthony Pig, big money spender
Out and a lout on a bender
Loud and proud and clothes appalling
Shouting and bawling, brawling, pub-crawling
White, red and blue
Patriotic too – and a moron
Anthony Pig, irritant
Feculent, pig ignorant
And he never ever knew
He never ever knew what he did wrong
Lives in a pigsty
High, sly and work shy
He’s on every holiday
He’s in every town square
He’s in your local takeaway
He’s every bloody where
Anthony Pig, Anthony Pig
Who’s Anthony Pig?
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3. |
I Can't Wait
02:38
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I can’t wait, I’m going on a blind date
I wonder what she’ll see in me.
I hope her eyes are how I visualise
because I’m not sure what else I’m looking for.
She called a 6am
the morning after I left a message on her answer machine.
She had the sweetest voice
I thought she was assertive if not a little keen.
I phoned her back and we made a pact
to meet at 1pm and go for a snack and a drink.
When I’d had time to think I nearly had a heart attack
then I sorted through my clothes to see if I had any clean
I can’t wait, I’m going on a blind date
I wonder what she’ll see in me.
I hope her eyes are how I visualise
because I’m not sure what else I’m looking for.
I left at 12 o’clock
Just in time to get a haircut, some new shoes and The Good Book
on my way to the church.
I arrived a little late but she said it was all right
‘cause she’s someone who always likes to get there first.
We got some food, which we both under chewed.
I broke a glass and she fell off her chair and laughed.
I told her that I lived with my mum
she showed me pictures of her daughter and son in law.
In my wildest fantasy we don’t get on this easily.
I can’t wait, I’m going on a blind date
I wonder what she’ll see in me.
I hope her eyes are how I visualise
because I’m not sure what else I’m looking for.
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4. |
Train Track Number Three
02:21
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Well here I am, head in my hands
standing by the railway track.
Don’t know what I’m hoping for
‘cause I know you’re not coming back
but hell, here comes a train – it’s opening up its doors.
I’m praying for a miracle but there’s not one of course.
I ain’t going nowhere – I’ve got nowhere to go – as you know?
I’ve got my PJs,
I’ve got my bottle of wine,
but this ain’t no party,
I’m just a sleeper on the line
waiting for a train - I don’t know what else to do
‘cause I’ve been on and off these rails since I waved goodbye to you.
You bought a one-way ticket – said I had to learn – no return.
I was doing alright – just singing my song,
but you changed my tune, snapped my strings and strung me along
You were alright too – just doing your thing,
but then lord, we pulled that cord and what hell did it bring!
So here I am spending all my time by train track number three.
I’ll stay here till you mind the gap and step on back to me.
You’re my flame – I’ll keep you burning bright,
I’m staying inside this tunnel of love until you see the light
I ain’t going nowhere – I’ve got nowhere to go to.
I ain’t going nowhere – until that whistle blows for you – whoo whoo!
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5. |
Boy Racer
04:33
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Motor once motor twice, it’s everything I need
Motor once motor twice, so real that it can breathe
I go out in the night and I drive all around
Motor once motor twice keeps me from going underground
Motor once motor twice, three times round the clock
Motor once motor twice, four times round the block
Steering wheel so refined, leather, black and mine
Motor once motor twice, my perfect partner, my fantasy, my vice
Pearlescent paint - double layer
Heated seats, CD player
Sport suspension - anti-shocking
Remote control, central locking
Check out the gear
Check out the car
Check out that we are who we say we are
Motor once motor twice, my thrill seeking machine
Designer trim, alloy wheels, every schoolboys’ dream
With the go faster stripes, and the double beam headlights
Double airbag, air conditioned, satellite navigation system
Electric windows, twin exhaust
Child proof locks on all the doors
Immobiliser – secure from stealing
Rear wing spoiler, power steering
Check out the gear
Check out the car
Check out that we are who we say we are
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Silver Smyth UK
Alternative indie music that's trying ever so hard to get a listen or two!
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