Ian Dury - Rough kids

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Rough kids play rough games and kick tin-cans
They walk in certain style
Rough kids shout rude names and write slogans
They leave thier feet out in the aisle

Rough kids have bother and make nusience
They cum on someone else’s fence
Rough kids give m-m-m-m-mama no obedience
You know, you know they ve got no sense

Come on now rough kids

Enough, enough
So rough, so tough
Rough kids
Rough kids
Rough kids, all right, all right, all right

Rough kids move in teams, don t play away
They go ‘round knocking off some stuff
Rough kids let of steam and go astray
Enough, enough, to be so rough

Enough to be rough kids
Enough to be rough kids
Enough to be rough kids

Rough kids
Rough kids
Rough kids
Rough kids
Rough kids

I’m gonna smash your face in

Inne utwory

  • Happy hippy
  • Dance of the crackpots
  • Uneasy sunny day hotsy totsy
  • Delusions of grandeur
  • The mumble rumble and the cocktail rock
  • Broken skin
  • Ban the bomb
  • Quick slow
  • Poo-poo in the prawn
  • Hit me with your rhythm stick
  • Waiting for your taxi
  • Reasons to be cheerful
  • Blockheads
  • I believe
  • Sink my boats
  • Losowe utwory

    Mighty negus

    Hotter fire, Bongo Niah
    Bingy I Bobo Shanty Far I
    Eagle and the bear, the dragon and the harlot
    Stand and identify
    How long you going deny?

    Mighty Negus
    The man from Galilee revealed
    Unto Natty Congo I within His majesty

    You talk a good game

    You changed the locks but you can t keep us out
    Your looks and glances are but useless now

    You know you act a fool
    And we know exactly who you are
    Don t cover up now

    It will all come back to you
    And knock you right off your feet
    You talk a good game

    You spin...

    Afrodiziak

    It s very... interesting...

    Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,
    Just like a Bran Van giving you some.

    Cool.
    We ll be the smoothest afrodiziak,
    We ll be the coolest afrodiziak,
    We ll be the strangest afrodiziak,

    A time to die

    The death throes of your final benediction echoes
    Down the spiral of the world s spine
    Down upon your great army behind the burning lake
    The fiery last days of your reign on earth
    Your falseness is your pity pride
    Your cowardliness is your whole...

    Hollow no more

    feat Delta Goodrem

    Delta:
    Sunday, it s just another Sunday
    when your soul s in the ground
    and no man to be found,
    you re alone.

    Brian:
    In some ways,
    it s always some other day.
    You ve neglected...