Teksty piosenek

You say i’m sick and tired,
I’m feeling sick and tired,
I walked and told the truth,
Do you wish I stayed and lied.

Coz she said that you said that I said,
She said that I said the loves dead,
well I try to explain don’t expect you to be the same.

All this rockin rollercoster and emotional ride,
We were just an average ‘b’ side,
We were just an aversge ‘b’ side.

We watched the past run by,
On the silver screens,
we played our parts and died,
Scene by scene.

Coz she said that you said that I said,
She said that I said the loves dead,
Well i’ll try to explain don’t expect you to feel the same.

All this rockin rollercoster and emotional ride,
We were just an average ‘b’ side,
We were just an average ‘b’ side.

Pretend you like me,
Pretend I like you,
Pretend, Pretend, Pretend,
This is not happning,
(rockin rollercoster and emotional ride)
This is not happning,
(we were just an average ‘b’ side)
This is not happning,
(rocking roller coster and emotional ride)
We were just an average ‘b’ side,
We were just an average ‘b’ side,
We were just an average ‘b’ side.

Where the future rests in the bistro where the music is for weirdos,

We like it different we like it strange in our own way we haven’t changed

I got my eyes made up at the bus stop by my girlfriend and you know what,

She likes me different she likes me strange in her own way she’s just the same

[Chorus:]

Psycho evolution your pollution makes it Difficult for Weirdos,

Just another humanoid reaction to the voices in this town

Every Saturday at the plaza guess the gender unless you’d rather,

He is a lesbian but that’s ok she is the center of attention for another day

In the universe we are magenta you can join us if you enter,

Because you’re different and you are strange in your own way you’re just the same

[Repeat Chorus:]

Time isn’t lost where devotion is I never wasted a life,

Space is the place where the soul is far from the safe and the norm

In the off stream they call it cavarade but they’ll say that won’t they,

I want it different I like it strange in my own way I haven’t changed

It’s insulting to be mislead by the hairdo of a god head

They show reverence but that’s ok we are the center of the universe anyway

[Repeat Chorus:] (2x)

Written by Stephen Duffey

All aboard the Family Coach
It’s leaving Greenbank Road
Christmas 1981
Christmas when it snowed
Whilst on board the family coach
They were circlin’ the moon
No one had been there before
They were landing there in June

Hey, hey, family coach
My family coach
You’ve got to make the most
The most of your family coach

Meanwhile on the family coach
The postillion quietly spoke
He said, “You can not leave your family coach
This is not a joke
We must work out our differences
Though none of us may change
We all take different routes through life
But your coach will stay the same.”

Hey, hey, family coach
My family coach
You’ve got to make the most
The most of your family coach

Hey, hey, family coach
My family coach
You’ve got to make the most
The most of your family coach

Back onboard Apollo 8
They had gone behind
And the human family held its breath
And wondered what they’d find
Our family coach can stay on earth
Or be a rocket ship
But wherever, wherever you may go
Your kin will share the trip

Hey, hey, family coach
My family coach
You’ve got to make the most
The most of your family coach

Now it might well appear to you
That they were simpler days
And the family coach is smaller now
Some have passed away
But there’s never been a golden age
Nostalgia’s for the lame
The best is yet to come, my dear
It’s that kind of game

Hey, hey, family coach
My family coach
You’ve got to make the most
The most of your family coach

Hey, hey, family coach
My family coach
You’ve got to make the most
The most of your family coach

Chcą, żebyśmy wydorośleli

Ale my nie chcemy iść do roboty

Potrzebujemy porządnego kopa

Gdzie to wszystko się zaczyna

Dzieciaku, wszystko jest w porządku

Dzieciaku, wszystko jest w porządku

Nie musisz dzwonić po gliny

To tylko my

Jestesmy na tańszych prochach

Od kiedy wzrosły ich ceny

Ze Stone-On-Trent do Beverly Hills

Wiemy, że to się zaczyna

Dzieciaku, wszystko jest w porządku

Dzieciaku, wszystko jest w porządku

Nie musisz dzwonić po gliny

Dzieciaku, wszystko jest w porządku

Dzieciaku, wszystko jest w porządku

To tylko my

To tylko my

Więc to wszystko się zaczęło

Dzieciaku, wszystko jest w porządku

Dzieciaku, wszystko jest w porządku

Nie musisz dzwonić po gliny

Dzieciaku, wszystko jest w porządku

Dzieciaku, wszystko jest w porządku

To tylko my

To tylko my

I smoked Consulate and Park Drive
Drank Newcy Brown, learned how to skive
Polo mints to hide my breath from my Mum
Did a little weed ’cause it felt like fun
Did a little speed if my friends had some
Nicked Volkswagon badges, I’m a Beastie Boys son
Me so horny, me so young, and I still get my washing done

Auntie Jo died of cancer, God didn’t have an answer
Rhythm was a dancer, any room for a chancer
That’s me in the corner, thanks Sir
Wore a Troop track suit, British Knights shoes
Kangol hat like L.L. Cools
Before I was having it, having it large
They nicked the B.M.X. from out my garage

And I knew it was Tear from off the estate
‘Cause every time I saw him he smiled like we were mates
From then on in, I’d have to walk to me Nan’s and I’ll dream my dreams thro’ a sea of prams
Like a hooligan on the football stands and I threw the V’s to Leeds and West Ham
And then I ran, I ran so far away
Down Scotia Road to a taxi bay
Then I ran again ’cause I couldn’t pay
Young Muslim didn’t get his fare that day
I apologise today

Things look better when they start
That’s how the 80′s broke my heart

And who are you calling poof
You like Wham, man
I hate that stuff
And then my Granddad died and left a hole in the family
And lots of women there to nanny me

School was a laugh, they didn’t have A.D.D
Thick was the term they used for me
Over and over, repeatedly, over and over
Take my breathe away, pass the bidley bidley bidley bidley bong
Pass it on the left hand side

Right turn, Clyde

That girl in the fourth year got pregnant
She was raised Catholic, brilliant
I cried, she cried, we cried
Her youth died

Drank cider in the cemetery
The year above us had discovered ‘E’
And I said it weren’t for me
Twelve pounds fifty
I could rob my mum’s purse and buy one off Chalky

Met a girl on Monday, drank fizzy pop on Tuesday
Fingered her on Wednesday, and on Thursday and Friday, and on Saturday
Dumped by Sunday

Things look better when they start
That’s how the 80′s broke my heart
The wonder years I’ve played my part
That’s how the 80′s broke my heart

I lost my virginity to a girl called Anne-Marie
Well, she said she fancied me
And then she said “F**k me” and I thought f**k me
And I’m all talk and it’ll be over too quickly
And it was but I couldn’t care less
I’d seen a girl’s part, made a mess on her dress
Oh yes, you’re now rocking with the best
Second person in my year that had seen a breast

I’m in my 30s now and I’m still impressed
Why the Falklands Mum, and what have they done
Where do girls come, where do girls come from, where do girls come from
It’s the 80′s what you looking at, you mong
So young, so long, so young, so long
Too short, so long
What you looking at, you mong
Too short, so long, too short, so long
So long

Written by nat king cole and irving mills

A buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air,
The monkey thought that everything
Was on the square.
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey
Off his back,
The monkey grabbed his neck and said,
“now listen, jack…”

Straighten up and fly right,
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don’t you blow your top.
Ain’t no use in divin’,
What’s the use in jivin’?
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don’t you blow your top.

The buzzard told the monkey,
“you are chokin’ me.
Release your hold and I will set you free.”

The monkey looked the buzzard right
Dead in the eye and said,
“your story’s so touching, but it sounds
Jes’ like a lie.”

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don’t you blow your top.

(take it away, boys!)

Straighten up and fly right,
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don’t you blow your top.
Ain’t no use in divin’,
What’s the use in jivin’?
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don’t you blow – your – top.

Fly right!