KEVIN COYNE LYRICS - G

 

Games Games Games (Kevin Coyne - 1976) (HEARTBURN)

I've been drinking in too many bars

I've been searching for my celluloid stars

Where's my best friend?

Where's my best friend now?

I've seen the masks, heard all the lies

I've seen the state of your cut glass eyes

Where's my best friend?

Where's my best friend now?

Chorus: Games, games, games

Playing games, games, games

Games, games, games

Who is going to win? (x2).

A black widow creeps down the street

Dribbling my head at her feet

She says, "Where's your best friend?

Where's your best friend now?"

They closed the curtains, they locked the doors

They say it doesn't matter, doesn't matter anymore

You've got no friends

You've got no friends now

Chorus - Solo - Chorus

I've been drinking in too many bars

I've been searching for my celluloid stars

Where's my best friend?

Where's my best friend now?

Seen the masks and I have heard all the lies

I've seen the state of your cut glass eyes

Where's my best friend?

Where's my best friend now?

Chorus

You're playing games, you're playing games, you're playing games, I'm playing, you're playing games, he's playing games, he's playing games, all playing games, games, games, games, games


Gardener Man (Kevin Coyne/Dave Clague/NickCudworth - 1969) (SIREN)

I'm the man in your garden

I'm the man who grows the fruit

Come along with me baby

Pick a fruit that suits

I've got some apples

I've got some pears

Come on and take a bite

You can have your share

Cause I'm your gardener man

Well I'm your gardener man

Yes I'm your gardener man

I'm you G-A-R-D-E-N-E-R

I'm your gardener man

Well come down to my cottage

There's roses outside the door

It's such a nice cottage

You'll want to go there some more

Well come into my green house

It ain't too hot

Come on have a look at these tropical plants

Come see what I've got

Cause I'm your gardener man

Sweet gardener man

Yes I'm your gardener man

I'm you G-A-R-D-E-N-E-R

I'm your gardener man

Never mind the weather

You can come inside

I have all the plants out here

I won't take you for a ride

Come join me in my garden

I'm your best friend

I wanna be your gardener man until the end

Cause I'm your gardener man

Well I'm your gardener man

Sweet gardener man

I'm your gardener man

I'm you G-A-R-D-E-N-E-R

I'm your gardener man (x2)

I'm you G-A-R-D-E-N-E-R

Your gardener man (x2)


Garden Gate Song (the) (Kevin Coyne - 1999) (SUGAR CANDY TAXI )

I can see you now standing by the garden gate, back in 1958. You're smiling at me, we're talking about butterflies, birds with purple wings with little yellow beaks. We often use to go to the park and bicycle there and you and me would stare for hours into each others eyes. It was honest stuff, we didn't tell lies but you let me down, you married a man from the factory at the end of the street and you said it was fine, you said it was fine to leave me there and cold and without a care, you wandered away to a house by the sea, to a bungalow where I don't know but I'll find it one day and I'll go there and I'll knock on your door, knock your husband to the floor (x4), the police will come and take me, they'lll take me away and maybe they will say that he's as mad as a hatter and has got to be locked up but I don't care because it's lonely here and I want to find a friend like I had a friend in 1958, I'm sure it is not too late (x2). Memories of that garden gate in 1958, I'm sure it's not too late, not too late, not too late


George Bush Blues (Kevin Coyne/Brendan Croker - 2002) (LEFFINGE)

(We've got this terrible habit of making songs up, sorry)

Oh George, we don't deserve it

No George, we don't deserve it at all

Just because you see Heaven open and you see the devil start to call

We don't deserve it, don't deserve it at all

We don't deserve it at all

Oh George, forget your daddy

Forget all the things that he's done

Oh George, forget your daddy

Just remember he could be a bum

Could be a nobody, a nothing, a soup salesman

Could sell shoes, could do anything

But politics, he's no good at it

Oh George, can't you hear the kids weeping

Can't you hear them when they cry

Oh George, can't you hear the kids weeping

Now can't you hear them when they cry

You got kids, you got kids of your own

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But they're kids too just like mine

Leave them alone, life should be divine

Oh George, I've had enough

I've had enough of your Texas cowboy stuff

Oh George, I've had enough

I've had enough of your Texas cowboy stuff

Oh ride your horse out to nowhere

To a planet in the sky

George what I want to see is your horse's asses

You disappear and I wave bye bye

Good bye George, bye bye George, don't come back, we don't need you, we don't want you, and Tony Blair, you can go with him as well, you can ride the donkey, that's the way it is, we don't need no war, we don't need no war, we don't need no war no more, George, we don't need no war, we don't need no war, we never did, we don't need no war, don't forget the hungry and the poor and then there wouldn't be any war to fight

George Bush Blues (Kevin Coyne/Brendan Croker - 2002) (SPIRIT OF 66)

When George closes his windows (x2)

He sees the twillight world

When George closes his windows (x2)

He sees the twillight world

Oh well the silence and peace and love

Not much else, not much else

When George turns to his wife (x2)

He's wearing that plastic smile

When George turns to his wife (x2)

He's wearing that plastic smile

He says: "Don't come to bed too early

I can't be bothered, I can't be bothered by you"

When George goes to church on Sunday (x2)

He hears the people pray

When George goes to church on Sunday (x2)

He hears the people pray

Take away war and pestilence and everything

Make America safe

I don't believe old George (x2)

Don't believe a word he says

I don't believe old George (x2)

Don't believe a word he says

It's just a noise, he's nothing in the air

And that goes for Tommy Blair as well

Oh George leave us alone (x2)

We are quite happy here

Oh George leave us alone (x2)

We are quite happy here

I may be dumb, thunderstruck

But I want to sit down without fear in my soul, in my soul, in my soul, in my soul

I want to dance and sing (x2)

Until the day I die

I want to dance and sing, we all want to dance and sing

Until the day we die

And then we want to get up to heaven, get those angels wings and we'll fly

So

George leave us alone (x7)

Leave us alone


Geraldine (?? - 2004) (STRASSENKREUZER IN ROCK VOL. 3)

The sun goes up then goes right down

The day seems so empty since you're not around

I wake and I cry just like a baby, wander lonely round the house

I've got nobody to lock me out

Out of your heart, out of your mind

You say I don't exist

Some nights, I dream you're back home with me but no one to give me a kiss

Chorus: Geraldine, Geraldine (repeat), you're still my queen

I'm going to run away to some far away place where you and I can meet

Make a fresh start, win your heart, I won't retreat

I'm gonna win you, win you over, no matter what you do or say, I won't give in darling, I won't give in though I cry, I'm gonna have my way

Chorus

You're still my queen of my heart

Chorus

And the sun goes up, and the sun goes down

Days are empty since you're not around

I miss you, I miss you baby, been 30 years now

That's it


Get Right Away (Kevin Coyne/Dave Clague/Nick Cudworth - 1970) (THE CLUB RONDO)

Yeah I'm gathering steam on the ??

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And I'm in my home where I don't know where I'm coming from but I've got to go

Got to get away, right away, right away

I've got to get away, right away around here cause I can see

Cause I can see

I can see they're watching me wherever I go, wherever I go

I know they're watching me over the wires

Watching me down the lane

If I got out to pick flowers, they're driving me insane

They're by the duck pond, looking down at my legs

They're looking in the water and they're starting to beg

They're saying to me, what am I gonna do

Help you out, I don't know if it's true

You don't love me at all (x2)

You're just the one that tortures my mind

In a big white boat sailing round the sea

I'm gonna float on a great big boat

I'll get away from here

It's a country graveyard all brand new

With a great big terrace all colored blue

And I'm out in a coat saying how do you do

Come in inside and see what you can do for me

Pull on this bed and see what you can do

Put it on your head and see what you can do

You can't worry too much cause you don't know what to do


Getting Old (Robert Coyne/Kevin Coyne - 1993) (TOUGH AND SWEET)

I got the Amazon in my head, Methusaleh sitting in my bed, Frankfurt beaming late at night, I see a woman in big pink tights,dancing and swinging by the Eiffel Tower, talking nonsense for hours and hours, I just don't mind, I just don't care, I'm prancing up and down in my underwear

Chorus: Cause oh it's strange, oh it's so strange, oh it's so strange when you're getting old

I see the rythm of light all day, I can see those dazzlers as they just hold sway, I'm out in the country by a mountain clear, I'm drinking twenty five glasses of beer, running through the grass in my big socks, running around spinning like a clock, up and down, down through the aisles, I'm running, I'm running for miles and miles

Chorus - Solo - Chorus

I saw John Lennon late last night, he was dancing around in a pale moonlight, talking about all the things he's done, calling me a crazy bum, I'll get to heaven way one day, I'm on this road to Mandalay but when I touch down you can say, I'm gonna crow, I'm gonna crow

Chorus (ad lib) I feel good, cockle de do


Gigolo (Kevin Coyne/Nick Cudworth - 1971) (STRANGE LOCOMOTION)

I'm honest if I think I say baby

That I wouldn't lie for a day, no

Oh if I had, baby, if I had your money

I don't believe I would steal, no no

If I could smell, touch and feel, yes

The crackling crispness baby

The evil newness of your money money money

Of your money money money

I know I never stoop so low, so low

To lace your shoes, lace your shoes and brush your clothes no

And wash your windows

And make your plants grow

If I had your money, oh money, lovely money, yes, alright

But you, you make it all so very clear to me

That you think, thay you think my postulations dear

But you keep on paying baby

And I keep on praying baby for your money, for your money

I have a friend who tells me daily, yeah daily

That you're a bitch baby and not a lady

She says you're sour and I send her flowers with your money, with your money

So beware and lock your strong room

Before its existence makes you a tomb, oh to die in baby

That's dark and chilling, that holds your meanness not your money

Baby not your money (x2)

Baby yes


Gina's Song (Kevin Coyne - 1984) (LEGLESS IN MANILLA)

Gina light of my life

Gina you're not a wife

Gina in the dark green

Gina you are a queen, a queen of the scene, a queen of what scene?

Gina you understand

Gina you hold a man

Gina you're never down

Gina I'm your little clown, your little clown, you don't put me down

Gina I won't forget

Gina I've no regrets

Gina you're laughing at me

Gina but you can really see, you can really see

Down in the alleyways, the liberators scream, tell me you're just a dream

Down in the alleyways, those that don't know, have never been there so what do they really know? What do they really know?

Gina I see you now

Gina laughing somehow

Gina you like your work

Gina I like your work, I like your work, I like your work

Gina hypocrisy

Gina was never for me

Gina you are so fair

Gina you're always there

You'll always share, you're always there, you'll always share

Down in the alleyways, somewhere deep and dark and light you'll stay (x2)

Down in the alleyways, somewhere deep and dark and light we'll stay


Give me sone of That (Wily Wagner/Ralf Gustke/Tom Liwa/Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne - 1996) (KNOCKING ON YOUR BRAIN)

Fleshly and wasted, drinking my own perfume, I sit in a room staring at anything and anybody who passes by, never asking, wondering why but my head sometimes rings with solitary things and bells go kling kling kling and I wonder why they happen, I wonder why it occurs and I realise that I've been burnt like a slave from a life, from a life up above like, a slave from a life, from a life up above and I must apologise for the look in my eyes, it's a disturbing thing, you say as I sit at the breakfast and sway from side to side, chewing at the cornflakes, making a noise, giggling and laughing at the girls and boys, I'm dressed like a spaceman looking at nothing, the glass hat I wear is the fish bowl and the fish is still in the bowl swimming before my nose then I close my mouth to escape the possibilities of the fish swimming between my lips and down my throat oh it would gloat as it swam in my stomach and eventually descended from my arse, speaking of my arse, let's not speak of my arse, speaking of my arse, let's please not speak of my arse

Chorus: Won't you give me some of that, give me some of that (x7).

I just might stumble, I just might crumble like an apple crumble dancing in a thimble, I dance in a dream, a scheme, I think I'll go to France, to Paris, France where they all dance on the Eiffel Tower, swinging bowers, go down the Seine and it's very plain what they mean when they stare at you clutching their glasses of wine, when they stare at you, clutching their glasses of wine, when they stare at your, clutching their glasses of wine, when they stare at you, they eat horses, they always eat horses, they call it Chevaux when they go and eat horses, I'm rather frightened of foreign places, all those strange twisted contorted faces, don't want to go to Hong Kong and sing a song in Hong Kong, I'm afraid to try to escape but I dream and I dream and I dream and my scheme is the stream, I take what I want, I take what I want

Give me some of that (x8)

Now we can go to London town to Park Lane, Hyde Park and round and round, we can go in a Rolls Royce, a Bentley too, maybe an Aston Martin if we have the juice, our heads will swing from side to side, listening to the groove as we ride, endless radio stations playing, not much to say, nobody saying how they realy feel, if this is a deal, how they really feel, there is no spiel, how do you feel, nothing to say, it's a dog dog sad lonely day, looking in the windows and looking in the cars, I can see people their eyes full of stars, computers buzzing buzzing buzzing and everyone's living, everyone's loving and losing, they're especialy good at losing, they're especialy good at losing

Give me some of that (x8)

I want it, I need it, I'll get it, I want it (x4)


Give some Loving and get some Back (Kevin Coyne - 1977) (TALKING TO SOMEONE)

You give loving and you get some back

Said you give loving and you get some back

Give some loving and you get some back

You need hugging, you got to give some love (x2)

Give some loving and you get some back (x2)

It's not easy but you got to give love (x2)

Give some loving and you get some back (x2)

Bye bye children, give some love

Bye bye children and you get some back

Bye bye children, give some love

Bye bye children and you get some back

And you get some back (x2)

Give some loving and you get some back


God Bless the Bride (Kevin Coyne/Dave Clague - 1972) (CASE HISTORY) and (RABBITS)

Well God bless the bride the sun shines on today

I said God bless the bride the sun shines on today

Well God bless the roses and God bless the veil

God bless the love, I hope it don't fail

Well God bless the bride the sun shines on today

Well God bless the groom waiting in the sun (x2)

Well God bless his suit andGod bless his hair

God bless his love, hope he gets there

Well God bless the groom waiting in the sun

Well God bless the hotel standing by the sea (x2)

Well God bless its room with the little potdogs

God bless the tudor and God bless the logs

Well God bless the hotel standing by the sea

Well God bless the family they have left behind (x2)

God bless the mother, God bless Dad

God bless the sister, hope she's not sad

Well God bless the family they have left behind

Well God bless the night-time, that's the time for love

I said God bless the night-time, that's the time for love

God bless the gowns and God bless the bed

God bless the love light over their head

Well God bless the night-time, that's the time for love

Well God bless the future, I hope it's not too dim

I said God bless the future, I hope it's not too dim

Well God bless the babies and God bless the house

Keep the garden tidy, keep the problems out

Well God bless the future, I hope it's not too dim


God Watches (Kevin Coyne - 1999) (ROOM FULL OF FOOLS)

Let your heart sing, let it take wing, let your little soul trill, life is wonderful, super, every moment's a thrill

Sing to the clouds late at night, don't let the dark get you down, imagine you're a princess sitting somewhere on a long tall seat with a crown

God watches over you (x3) at least that's what he says he does (x2)

Keep on singing although you can't sing, imagine you're Mantovani

You're a lush little dream, a chorus of strings, oh , you're a salami

You're something delicious and something fair and fine, you've got everything you need

Nothing is wrong wi th you even though you sometimes find your heart it bleeds

God watches over you, he certainly watches over you, God watches over you, at least he promised that, he made a promise that he does

So when the night draws in and it covers you all in gloom

Go out with your little dog and stand in the garden and bay at the moon

You can't be got down, you're strong as strongest, as tough and strong as can be

There's nobody quite like you, that's what I believe, that's what I really believe

God watches over you (x3), they tell me that's the truth

God watches over you (x2) you have to believe it's true

God watches over you


Golden Days (Bob Ward/Kevin Coyne - 1979) (ELVIRA ) and (BURSTING BUBBLES )

Solitary pictures, children at play, vacant laughter, gloomy days

All of the money, all of the pain, hope that he's coming to ease the strain

My best friend Barbara stands away, don't get involved with him, take your soul away

Look at the world outside, follow the noise (x2)

All of the love and the laughter it's thrown away

All of the love and the laughter looking for golden days

I seek a rythm, perfect tune, happiness forever after, in my room

I've had a message, this is my last hope, the world's so tight around me, there's no scope

You can hear my breathing, feel my pulse, it's just racing, racing on and on and on and on

Oh what has happened to my soul (x2)

All of the love and the laughter it's thrown away

All of the love and the laughter in search of golden days


Golden Light (Kevin Coyne - Werner Steinhauser) (UNDERGROUND)

I was down so long. Down so long.
Then came the change. Then came a change.

I was sleeping in my bed, it was way past midnight.
Then came the change, then came the change.

A golden light.
It filled the room. It filled the room.
What a golden glow.

A golden light, a golden light, a golden light.
And it made me cry.
What a golden light, little golden light, a golden light.
And it made me cry.

When I looked up there was no one there.
Not a soul was there.
I ran to the window and I looked out.
Not a soul was there. There was no one there.

I heard a dog bark.
I heard a cat miaow.
The universe suddenly came alive.
My pain was gone.
I felt right. I felt right, that miraculous night.

Golden light, golden light, golden light.
And it made me cry.
A golden light, there was a golden light, a golden light.
Made me cry. Alright.

Yes it made me cry.
Tears fell down.
Yes it made me cry.
Yes it made me cry, made me cry, tears fell down.

Golden light, golden light, golden light.
It made me cry.
Golden light, golden light, golden light.
Made me cry.
Now I´m old the happiness pervades, love abounds.
And it´s everywhere.

Now I´m old and happiness pervades and love abounds.
It´s everywhere.
It´s in the trees and in the air.
And in your face and it´s lookin’ at me, what a glorious sight.
It´s in the trees, it´s in the air, it´s in your face.
It´s everywhere it´s in your face.

Golden light, golden light, golden light and it made me cry.
Golden light, golden light, there was a golden light and it made me cry.
Golden light, shinin´ bright, saved my life.
Golden light, golden light, golden light.
And it made me cry.


Good Boy (Kevin Coyne - 1973) (MARJORY RAZORBLADE)

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, excellent,

Head boy, good boy,

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, good lad,

Well done, good boy,

Good boy, good boy,

You're just a lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle.

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, good boy, 

All your days

You've done the right thing,

You never went away

When you went out to play,

You fetched the shopping

For Mrs. Baxter down the road,

You carried her load.

You were good,

You were fine,

You did all the right things

And you father got down on his knees

And said,

And prayed,

And said,

"Thank you, Lord,

For sending me such a son,

Such a son,

Such a son,

Such a bum,

Such a bum,

Such a son,

Such a bum,

Such a bum,

Such a son,

Such a son,

Such a bum,

Such a son, such a son, such a son, such a son, such a son,

You're just a lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle.

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, well done,

Good boy, excellent,

Good boy, head boy,

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, good boy,

Good boy, good boy,

Well done, good boy,

Well done, good boy,

Well done, good boy,

Good boy, good boy.

You're just a lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle, lickspittle.

Good boy

• lickspittle •

Pronunciation: lik-spit-êl

Part of Speech: Noun

Meaning: A fawning toady, a sycophant, bootlick, yes-man.

Notes: In case you are already bored with our Good Word for January 8, toady, here is a synonym that takes a little longer to pronounce and hence is more of an attention-grabber. For those of you whose imaginations and stomachs find this word difficult, toady is always there, but if you like to be noticed, today's word will work better for you.

In Play: Lickspittles are found high and low: "The corporate lickspittles in Washington often introduce bills written by lobbyists in Congress." They are also at home, in the workplace, and all around the neighborhood: "The president's idea of putting the electric fork into production ASAP was supported by all the toadies and lickspittles in upper management, so we are going to do it."

Word History: Today's Good if somewhat repulsive Word is a combination of the verb lick and the noun spittle, the noun from the verb spit. The word refers to someone who so fawns over you they are willing to lick up your spit. (Sorry, but it's true.) Both are veteran English words, unborrowed and untainted by outside influence. Lick is a variant of a Proto-Indo-European stem that turns up in most European languages in the expected local form: Latin lingere, Greek leikhein, and Russian lizat'. Lick may be of imitative origin (onomatopoetic): Hebrew likek and Arabic laqqa "licked" are unrelated to the English word and they are assumed to be onomatopoetic. www.alphadictionary.com


Good Mother (Kevin Coyne/Robert Coyne - 2004) (DONUT CITY )

Mother was good to me, mother was so good to me

She spoilt me, I know (2x)

Mother was good to me (4x)

She spoilt me I know (2x)

Oh made a mess of me (x2) oh yes she sure made a mess of me, oh she sure made a hell of a mess of me

Made a mess of me

What a mess she made of me, what a terrible mess

What a mess she made

I can hear her voice from the grave (2x)

Mother was good to me (2x) oh what a mess she made of me (2x)

That's mine, you know, everything here belongs to me, I'm not sharing with you, why should I give you anything, you never give me anything, this is mine, this is my house, this is my car, this is my garden, you can't corne in here, no, this is my life, stay out of it, this life belongs to me, I possess everything I have and I possess myself

Oh what a mess she made of me

What a mess


Go, Sally, Go (Hans Pukke/Kevin Coyne - 1991) (WILD TIGER LOVE)

It's Saturday night down at the club and I'm looking into your big green eyes, I'm acting rather foolish and I'm getting drunk again, I should act my age but I'm not so very wise, I'm in love with you, I've got you under my skin, there's nothing I can do or even say, I want to hold your hand, I want to dance all night, Sally, come out to play

Chorus: Then you go back home and wash you hair, listen to the blues singer on the radio, then you come back to the club again, dance all night, go Sally now go go go.

You're winking at me and your lips are shining under the spinning, spinning lights, I can see your eyes are getting sleepy butl you've still got that spark, it's feeling allright, we're moving together and you're clutching my shoulder and we're dancing in crazy crazy kind of way, it's a nice feeling to have you and to hold you for a minute, every dog has its day

Chorus

You're a regular down here and all my friends they know you, they say you're wild and you're crazy and you're hazy and you're lazy and your kind just won't do, but I won't take advice cause you're so very nice in a bizarre and almost grotesque way, and I love you, I need you, want to hold you and squeeze you, there's nothing more this fat boy can say

Chorus

I can hardly breath with feeling, I got pleasure right down to my bones, just touching you on that Saturday night meant I would never ever ever be alone, cause your memory will linger in my brain though I may never see you again, you've made me so happy, I'm feeling light and snappy, a bouncing middle-aged man

Chorus (ad lib)


Groupie is my Wife (the) (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1993) (MANSION OF DREAMS)

Everybody here know my Jesus

Anybody here know his name

I want to know if you know my Jesus

I want to know if you know his name

Anybody here know my Jesus

Anybody here know his name

I want to know if you know my Jesus

I want to know if you know his name

You got to get some good religion (x3)

And it's way down in your soul

You got to get some good religion (x3)

And it's way down in your soul

Anybody here know my Jesus

Anybody here know his name

I want to know if you know my Jesus

I want to know if you know his name (x4)

Anybody here know my Jesus

Anybody here know his name

I want to know if you know my Jesus

I want to know if you know his name

You got to get some good religion (x3)

And it's way down in your soul

Anybody here know my Jesus

Anybody here know his name

I want to know if you know my Jesus

I want to know if you know his name


Grow (Kevin Coyne - 1969-71?) (THE SIREN YEARS)

Don't want your flowers and don't want your face

Don't like the look in your chest and I think you're a disgrace

I'm going to set you out to grow and maybe you'll grow again into

One nice spring flower, bigger than me

Maybe someday you'll find yourself a nice old tree

And get of my back and stop laughing at me, no

Well I get worried when I think about what you've done

When I've been evil well you think I'm having fun

I think I'll put you to see the glory of all you done

When your old water don't taste good from your tap

I know you're not too good and I don't like the smell of your sap

I think I'll give you a feel and you can set a trap for

Some ?? animal who doesn't need anything to do

Just likes to fly around and doesn't like the flu

You give me all kind of disease and I don't know want to do, well

I'll put you out to see yes baby that's what I'll do

Put you in a nice big field and watch, watch you grow, yes babe

I wanna see you grow yes, baby ??

Oh that's good, oh you're flowering baby, up and up you go

Well you have a college baby, it's nice and white

You have a great big house in the city

It lets in all the lights

You have a fine fancy car but darling you're too tight cause when

I need some money you say you have it all spent

And when it comes round to that day well you won't pay the rent

And now you tell me all your relations they all ??

I'm gonna put you to see maybe that's what I'll do

Maybe you'll grow to an oak tree oh baby I don't know

But I don't what to do with you, I just go ??

This is your maker calling, he wants to know your name

He thinks he's got the patent wrong and you don't look the same

Other people they seem alright but he doesn't know your name, well

If we invented a world well we never thought it'd be for you

You look like somthing out of the Old Testament baby

And you're turning blue

I'm gonna put you out to see and baby just let you grow

Grow, oh you're growing, you're growing everywhere

Up down round and round (x3)

Round, round and up and down (x4)


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