Ian Dury - Rough kids
Tekst :
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
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 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...
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,
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...
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...