The Great Escape
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"Mr. Robinson's Quango Lyrics"
The Chain Lyrics
Listen to the wind blow Watch the sun rise Run in the shadows Damn your love Damn your lies And if You don't love me now You will never love me again
Listen to the wind blow Watch the sun rise Run in the shadows Damn your love Damn your lies And if You don't love me now You will never love me again
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Oh Mr. Robinson and his quango
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the Evening Star
He got a hairpiece
Ooh he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man no you're never gonna meet
And he's a self-professed savior of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a mason's ring
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La Wally (English - Wally) II Lyrics
'Tis well! my way lies yonder! I hear afar the snowy mountains calling; Forth to their heights I wander, Forth to the sunset glow; 'Tis they shall calm the sorrow, calm the sorrow,
oh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Oh Mr. Robinson and his quango
Drinks with generals and county wives
And the family business is doing all right
(Aah-aah) They're doing tangos down in the quangos
He makes 'em tick ooh he makes them tock
And if you don't fit he'll put you in the dock
Just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumbs
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum
[Muted trumpet solo]
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
He ran into the toilet in the town hall
He got his biro out and he wrote on the wall:
"I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit
I've got stockings and suspenders on I'm feeling rather loose
Oh I'm a naughty boy
Oh, I'm a naughty, naughty boy"
I said ooh!
[instrumental solo]
He's a self-professed savior of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a mason's ring
[Muted trumpet solo]
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh, I'm a naughty boy (naughty, naughty boy) - 5
Ooh, I'm a naughty, naughty boy -/ times
[guitar/synthesizer solo
'Tis well! my way lies yonder! I hear afar the snowy mountains calling; Forth to their heights I wander, Forth to the sunset glow; 'Tis they shall calm the sorrow, calm the sorrow,
oh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Oh Mr. Robinson and his quango
Drinks with generals and county wives
And the family business is doing all right
(Aah-aah) They're doing tangos down in the quangos
He makes 'em tick ooh he makes them tock
And if you don't fit he'll put you in the dock
Just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumbs
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum
[Muted trumpet solo]
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
He ran into the toilet in the town hall
He got his biro out and he wrote on the wall:
"I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit
I've got stockings and suspenders on I'm feeling rather loose
Oh I'm a naughty boy
Oh, I'm a naughty, naughty boy"
I said ooh!
Song for the Life Lyrics
(Crowell) I don't drink as much as I used to, lately it just ain't my style. And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to, They pass quickly like when I was a child. Somehow I've learn
(Crowell) I don't drink as much as I used to, lately it just ain't my style. And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to, They pass quickly like when I was a child. Somehow I've learn
[instrumental solo]
He's a self-professed savior of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a mason's ring
[Muted trumpet solo]
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh-aah-ooh
Ooh, I'm a naughty boy (naughty, naughty boy) - 5
Ooh, I'm a naughty, naughty boy -/ times
[guitar/synthesizer solo