KEVIN
COYNE LYRICS - M
Mad
Boy (Kevin Coyne - 1972) (CASE
HISTORY)
It's
in his head, it's in his head (x4)
Fetch
the doctor, the doctor will sort him out (x2)
Shout
Chorus:
Mad boy (x4)
Can't
make it any more.
It's
in his brain, it's in his brain (x4)
Fetch
the doctor, the doctor'll bring the van
Fetch
the doctor now, the doctor is your man
Chorus
It's
in his head, it's in his head (x4)
Fetch
the doctor, the doctor's on the scene
Fetch
the doctor, he will make it easy, nice and clean
Chorus
It's
in his brain, it's in his brain (x4)
Fetch
the doctor, the doctor's gone away
Fetch
the doctor, see you again another day, boy, mad
Mad boy
(x4)
Can't
hope any more, any more, any more, any more
He's
in the van, he's in the van
He's
in the van, he's with the man
He's
in the van, he's in the van
He's
in the van, he's with the man
Fetch
the doctor, the doctor's done his job
Put him
out to grass in the park
Put him
out, no more trouble, no more difficulty with his mother, nothing more
to say but
Mad boy
(x4)
He can't
make it any more, any more, any more, any more
Mad
Boy no.2 (Kevin Coyne/Brian
Godding - 1980) (BURSTING
BUBBLES )
There's
a rainbow over my shoulder
The skies
a bloody red
They're
fighting in the wardobes
Fighting
under beds
They're
wearing silly masks
And they're
standing upside down
They
all think that they are kings and queens
They all have
got their crowns
But I want
to tell you
I don't feel
out of place
I've been
watching you for oh so long
You're just
the human race (x5)
You tell
that you love me
You tell
me that I'm right
But you
won't admit your pain
Your
screaming in the night
But now
there's no inclusion of anything that's light
I can
see your heavy load, it's burning up the night
You're just
the human race (x5)
Now some
are given tasks, some are given jobs
Some
are given things to do
They
give them all to me
But I'm
not prepared anymore to take this heavy thing
You can
learn to fly ourselves
You've
got the bloody wings
You're just
the human race (x3)
I don't feel
out of place
You're
just the human race
Magdalen
(Kevin Coyne/Nick Cudworth - 1970) (THE
CLUB RONDO)
The sky was red in the evening
All the doors were locked and barred
I stood up watching your window babe
But you were gone afar
I wondered why Magdalen
You didn't try Magdalen
To even love me or care
The village heard my lonesome moaning
And faces peared from every home
A pity showed upon those faces
That there's another boy alone
I sat down on your door step
Dreaming Magdalen
All your black hair and your name
I walked a long way to the pasture
A thick grass wilting in the sun
Gazing hopeless for your image baby
Wanting to free myself and run
I laid down in the grass there
I wen to sleep and I
I drifted to my Magdalen
Desire has been my misfortune
The beauty ?? has been my wip
Avoid that light that comes from Magdalen
She's the siren sinking ships
Now I see the chalice
Now I see the beacon
See the ?? a lonely man
The sky was red in the evening
All the doors were locked and barred
I stood up watching your window babe
But you were gone afar
I wondered why Magdalen
You didn't try Magdalen
To even love me or care
I wondered why Magdalen (x2)
Magnolia
Street (Kevin Coyne/Steve Bull - 1982) (PØLITICZ)
It's
an understatement, perfect lie
To state
you live after you die
I'm looking
in Magnolia Street
Lines
of windows, people on their feet
Dancing
suburban disco
Alien
beings bouncing up and down
Not a
single line of thought, 'bout the truth seems to pass through their heads
At this
club
Call
it Magnolia, Magnolia Street, dancing to the beat, on Magnolia Street, dancing
Well
the final conclusion, we're all wrong, I don't suppose you'll listen to this
song
Because
I'm deaf and you made me blind
Magnolia
Street is on my mind
Magnolia
Street, dance to the beat (x2)
Magnolia
Street, try to be optimistic, try
You could
die on Magnolia Street
Hear
the beat (x2)
We're
down at the club, the Universal Club
Have
a good time (x4)
Clap
your hands
Have
a good time (fade)
Mandy
Lee (Kevin Coyne/Dave Clague - 1971) (single)
Mandy
Lee, Mandy Lee, chills rolling down my frame (x2)
Won't
you come on home, love me all over again
Mandy
Lee, Mandy Lee, you're turning my heart aflame (x2)
You got
me hot, sick and weary cause you won't call my name
Oh Mandy
Lee, Mandy Lee, baby I'm sick inside (x2)
You took
a Northbound train and you didn't say goodbye
Oh yeah
come on, oh that's good, oh come on, one more time, oh that's good
Mandy
Lee, Mandy Lee, I'm crawling all over the floor (x2)
Oh I'm so
tired baby, you don't love me no more
Mandy Lee,
Mandy Lee, tear rolling down my frame (x2)
Won't
you come on home
Maria
Callas Got the Blues (Kevin Coyne/Achim Goettert - 1999) (OPERA
FOR SYD, DREIEINIGKEITSKIRCHE)
I took a train
to Eastbourne
I went to
?? too
I was
looking for some sand dunes
And all
I saw was you
I was
looking for a tea shop
Old England
by the sea
All I
heard was your howling
And the
pain it bothered me
Lot of
people don't understand
Although
she got money
Maria
Callas got the blues
Most
nights she would leave the opera house
In a
little Fiat car
Forgetting
everything
That
she was a super star
She would
walk down by the beach
Looking
for some love
But all
she got was the darkness
No lights
from heaven above
If I
had to choose
I'd get
those Maria Callas blues
I've
got those blues
Take
me to the opera house, please
Reach
it, touch it
I like
it, more more more
Smash
the chandeliers, come come come, give me some power Maria
What
do you want with me?
David
Moss: I want you to dance
Kevin
Coyne: I don't go to dance tonight
DM: I
want you to fucking dance
KC: I
haven't got the magic shoes, they're at home
DM: oh
man, the magic, the magic, the magic, magical
KC: Maria,
Maria in a little Fiat car driving around the streets of Milan looking
for love, driving around Milano, looking for lovo, no love for Maria
Seems
kind of sad
She wasn't
so bad
She got
the blues
You have the
same, the same problem with your trousers as I do. Look at your trousers.
You have the same problem as I do. We almost have the same legs. Strange
isn't it? We're almost like brothers now
DM: He's
my brother
KC: And
I'm the ghost of Louis Amstrong
DM: Took
thirty years to find him. Wir sind zusahmen in Nurnberg. My brother
Marigold
(Kevin Coyne - 1979) (MILLIONAIRES
AND TEDDY BEARS)
Marigold
was dreaming about somebody
About
a fight that she'd almost won with her man
Marigold
was dreaming about a punch-up
About
a scrawny-kneed fight on the kitchen floor
Marigold
was dreaming over the stewpot
Holding
forth imaginary blows and scars
Marigold
was dreaming, she wasn't screaming
Her high-heeled
foot was pressed upon the chest of a man
All men
are fools she said and most of them would be better if they were dead
I wish
they'd all get out of my well-permed head and leave women to rule the world,
leave it to the girls
Marigold
was dreaming she was creaming a big cream cake, she'd baked the cake to throw
it at me
Marigold
was dreaming she was a cat with claws so sharp they tore my skull away and
most of the hair
Yes Marigold
was dreaming, old old dreaming, she was richer than anybody could ever see
and she trod on me with her riches
Marigold
was dreaming she was leaping across a ravine on a horse made out of gold
Silly
now to think that she never knew nothing
That
she wanted to be my best friend
She said
she was almost my best friend
But there
was a girl called Julie or somebody somewhere far away
Who she
knew who knew more than me and therefore would be a better friend in the end
for her she said she knew anyway that most of what I said I'd got out of books
and I didn't know what she was doing and that women were about to take over
the world
I said,
"Marigold, you're dreaming"
Marilyn
(Kevin Coyne/Dave Clague - 1971?) (RABBITS)
Well,
once you said you loved me
Once
we had some fun
Now you've
gone with a funny man
Put my
love on the run
Once
you said you needed
All my
hearts desire
Now you've
got some water
You pull
out the fire
Chorus:
Oh oh oh my Marilyn (x3).
Once
you said you loved me
??
Now you
don't love me
Your
love's starting to fail
What
you're doing to me babe
I do
not understand
I thought
Marilyn
I was
your man
Chorus
I know
I'm not a leader
I know
I'll always be last
I want
to forget ??
I want
to forget the past
We had
a little good loving
I thought
it was all for me
Come
on baby Marilyn
Come
on and set me free
Chorus
(Take
it down, down we go, alright)
Well
I'm working all night for you babe
Trying
to get through to you
You don't
care about me
Don't
care what you do
I need
you baby Marilyn
You know
that I do
Come
on my darling
Come
on and be true
Chorus
My Marilyn,
baby Marilyn, need you Marilyn, oh Marily
I need
you baby (repeat)
Marjory
Razorblade (Kevin Coyne - 1973) (MARJORY
RAZORBLADE)
Marjory
Razorblade is as keen and sharp as can be
Will
always settle my problems for me
She will
sort out all my dusty neighbours
Cut a
swatch right through their undignified ways
And if
they talk about me behind my back
She will
not play their game, she will not play that game, she will not play their
game
Oh, Marjory
Razorblade oh what a picture she made
In her
long and her fusty dress and her hair that she plaited best
Oh what
a woman, what a tongue, what an abrasive manner
And if
anyone upsets me, they will regret it, they will regret it
Oh she's
mine though she's over fifty-nine
She's
experience of the world far beyond my years
Oh mother
me Marjory oh Razorblade
Mother
me Marjory oh Razorblade
Marjory
Razorblade Suite (Kevin Coyne - 1974) (V
sampler)
That
girl is just eleven, she's hardly been born
That
girl is just eleven, she's hardly been worn
She's
sticking out a little here, sticking out a little there (x2)
Now that
girl is fourteen, getting older everyday (x2)
Giving
her life away (x4)
Now that
girl is eighteen, walking down the aisle (x2)
Mother
approves, sister approves, father approves, you approve, you approve
Now that
girl is twenty-one, you know she's married now (x2)
Little
bowed thighs, stitched up fly's, telling lies, nobody cries
Now that
girl is twenty-four, there's lot of fish to fry
Now that
girl is twenty-four, washing on the line
Socks
up there, underwear, shoes to clean, what happened to her teenage dream?
Marjory
Razorblade oh what a picture she made
In her
long and her fusty dress and her hair that she plaited best
Oh what
a woman, what a tongue, what an abrasive manner
And if
anyone upsets me, they will regret it
Oh she's
mine though she's over fifty-nine
She's
experience of the world far beyond my years
Oh mother
me Marjory Razorblade (repeat)
It happens
all the time (repeat)
It happened
to you, it happened to me, it happened to him, it happened to you
Mother
me Marjory Razorblade (repeat)
Bonus
lyrics on the "In Living Black & White" version by Hans Hartgers:
Now that girl is 18, Getting a little style (x2)
Little pink shoes - cardboard new, Monday blues Whose to choose ? (x2) Hey!
After that the next verse is '
girl 21, walking down the aisle' The 'you know she's married' part is left
out.
Marlene
(Kevin Coyne - 1973) (MARJORY RAZORBLADE)
Girl
of my dream, Marlene, you know who I mean,
Marlene
you're just a dream, woah Marlene, you let me come in, let me come in
Cos you're
there every night, Marlene, you are just right, Marlene
And I
turn on my light, woah Marlene, you let me come in, let me come in
Paper
is torn, Marlene, paper is warm, Marlene
And I'm
just a boy [or is it 'And I've just been born' ?], Marlene
You let
me come in, let me come in
Chorus:
I say hey, hey pretty girl hey
Turn
off my light, Marlene you're just as bright, Marlene
Come
here tonight, Marlene, why don't you let it come in, let it come in
Chorus
Paper
is torn, Marlene, magazine's worn, phone's off the wall, Marlene
Why don't
you let me come in, let me come in
Powdered
paint, Marlene, paper on the wall, Marlene, I'm having a ball, Marlene
You won't
let me come in, let me come in !
Yeah
Guitar
tab for that one (this is a Word
file)
Married
(Kevin Coyne - 1995) (CRAZY FRANK)
Let's get
married, let's get hooked
Why don't
we do it perfectly like they do in books?
We could be
so happy, a good little pair together, little birds upon a tree, singing away
so merrily
So let's get
married, let's get hooked, why don't we do it perfectly like they do in books?
We could join
together, blend into the scenery
There'd only
be one little world and that world would be for you and me
Do we want
any children? Do we need any children? (x2)
Le't s get
married, they say that's the thing to do
Let's get
married, its for me and you
We can close
the world off outside in our little home,
We'd always
have each other, we could get stoned alone
Let's get
married, maybe its not such a good idea?
Let's get
married, some of our friends say its not such a good idea
But I think
we're going to try it, I think we're going to buy it
We can fit
naturally, there'll always be people like you and me
Married
Woman (Kevin Coyne/Dave Clague/Nick Cudworth - 1969-70) (LET'S
DO IT)
Alright,
here she goes, way she goes, alright
Well
a married woman goes from hand to hand (x2)
She can't
get it from a horseman, she gets it from another man
When
she comes home each night just about twelve o'clock (x2)
Well
if her husband saw her, ooh he'd get a shock
I don't
blame you married woman, you get it when you can (x2)
You cannot
get it from your husband, you get it from another man
Alright,
she's a married woman, goes from hand to hand, alright, here I go
Well
a married woman, you can't put her down (x2)
She won't
stand no fooling, no fooling around
She gets
home each night just about twelve o'clock (x2)
Her husband
saw her, man he'd get a shock
Married
woman goes from hand to hand (x2) yes she does
She can't
get it from her husband, she gets it from another man
Martha
& Arthur (Kevin Coyne/Brendan Croker - 2002) (LIFE
IS ALMOST WONDERFUL)
This
is the story of Martha and Arthur who lived in the North of England in the
grey empty fifties when nothing much happened anywhere
Little
Martha , little Artur lived in a dull dark house, a parrot for company and
their mother too
Their
father was dead, he died in the World War II
They
were happy, they were sad, they were happy, sometimes mad
When
Bill Haley he came on their scene
He started
rock'n'roll, Martha became a queen
Down
the Trocadero, every Saturday night, Martha and Arthur dancing away
To the
big beat, the roaring sound
Oh, the
spirit of rock'n'roll lifted them off that ground, up they went
Up to
Heaven, up to Heaven, flying high just like angels
They
scattered their love everywhere
They
got children now, they're lucky, they're lucky
Little
Martha , little Artur, grooving down the bar, over sixty
Feet
twinkling, bringing up the dust
Get some
rock'n'roll in your life, rock'n'roll is must
You got
to do it
Rock'n'roll
in your life, it's must
Jump
and shout and dance
Come
on raise that dust
Memory
Lane [Memory Lane part
12 or part 95 or whatever number...] (Kevin Coyne - 1980) (BRU)
Nobody's
too old to fall in love
I rememeber
when we first met
You were
the teacher's pet
Loved
and adored by everyone
You decided
to take me home
Oh, oh
what joy
Council
house, girl and boy
Happiness
forever more
Love
came knocking at my door
A ??
and a pony tail
My heart
?? on your trail
I know
I'll always will persue
You rocking
rythm, your beautiful blues
Oh honey,
what am I to do?
I'm so
in love with you
Endlessly
is what I get
Love
me darling and you'll bet that
A late
bus, saturday night
Some
of my friends come into a fight
I was
cowering on the back seat
With
Jacky Wilson's Reet Petite
Little
Richard was my mate
He taught
me how to sing and understand
Chuck
Berry bopping the stroll
Let the
guitar ball, let it roll
Let it
roll (repeat)
You're
never too late to fall in love
You can
laugh at anybody, the light that you can get, you know it will you get you
in the end
Take
it from a romantic fool
Love
can be cruel
It can
break your heart
?? any
relations
??
Let it
(repeat)
Let it roll
(repeat)
It's in your
soul (repeat)
Millionaires
Song (The)
(Kevin Coyne - 1988) (EVERYBODY'S
NAKED)
Everybody
jump for joy
I'm my
mother's pride and joy
Sitting
here with the millionaires
A long
cool drink by my side
Here
comes my blushing bride
Sitting
here with the millionaires
Chorus:
I've
done well for a working class boy, everybody knows
Look
at my hair, look at my shoes, look at my fancy clothes, look at my fancy clothes.
I'm sailing
on the sea
Everybody's
waving at me
Sitting
here with the millionaires
I arrived
by a big jet plane
Everybody
knows my name
Sitting
here with the millionaires
Chorus
I've
left the factory behind
I've
found money and peace of mind
Sitting
here with the millionaires
Come
on waiter, over here
Bring
me an ice and.another long beer
Sitting
here with the millionaires
Chorus
- Solo - Chorus
My mother's
coming out to see me tonight. She's coming out on a big jet plane and she's
bringing more money. We've made so much money these last few years and my
wife is very happy. lt's marvellous to be rich. I never want to be working
class again. Oh I'm so happy with all this money, look at these millionaires,
they all love me, they're all smiling at me. Happy happy boy. No more dirty
factories for me. Oh I'm so happy. What a wonderful live we're living... So
nice there by the Mediterranean... marvelous, wonderful, beautiful...
Miner's
Song (the) (Kevin Coyne - 1974)
(PEEL
SESSIONS )
Ever
seen the miner, he's got the bleeding legs (x2)
A little
black and white dog that just sits up and begs, and begs
He's
got a big tin bag that streches from here to here
Big tin
bag that streches from here to here
Never
fillsit full of soappy water, only fills it full of bear
Sits
at the bus stop, squats at the bus stop (x2)
Squats
at the bus stop with his clean and white ??
He's
a ?? man
Catches
a number 9, here it comes, the number 9, catch it
Oh I'm
gonna do some fighting, oh I'll fight the lot ot you
Come
here! I'm gonna fight, hold me back, I'm gonna fight them, oh I'll fight the
lot ot you
Ever
seen the miner, he's got the bleeding legs (x2)
A little
fat wife that just sits up and begs, begs
Don't
hit me Jim, don't smack me Jim, don't hit me Jim, don't smack me Jim
She knows,
I know, she's got to seize her handbag
He's
the man who has those bleeding legs
Oh we'll
tell them once again
He's
got the legs, the bleeding legs
Coal
dust, bleeding legs, ooh he's soatty, he's a mighty man, mighty man
Can't
fight his friends, they're too big, he's got to smack his mum and dad and
everybody who's young and old
Missing
You (Kevin Coyne/Michael Lipton - 2002) (CARNIVAL)
In
the palace of a fool, there' s a million smiles
Lots
of mirrors to catch everyone
Out in
the garden there's a funny owl
And a
little boy that sucks his thumb
On the
kitchen table, there's an ice cream cake
A thing
she loved to eat
Chorus:
All he knows is he's missing you (x2).
Remembers
every little detail of everything you used to do, he can't forget a thing
Out on
the strange roadway, there's a strange little car
A madman
at the wheel
Heading
for the coastline, he's obsessed
Life
gave him a, gave him a raw deal
Chorus
Can't
forget any little thing that we used to do, no he can't forget a thing
Chorus
Every
little detail of every little thing you used to do, he can't forget a thing
(x3), missing you (x3)
All he
knows is he's missing you
Mona
Where's My Trousers (Kevin Coyne - 1975) (BEAUTIFUL
EXTREMES, SIGN
OF THE TIMES)
Mona,
where's me trousers, they're right upstairs
Mona,
where's me trousers, they're right upstairs
Under
the meat safe there's a place
Where
your father keeps his face
He gives
it lots of steam and heat
But on
a Saturday night his face is in his feet
Mona,
where's me trousers, they're upstairs
Mona,
where's me trousers, they're upstairs
La la
la la who's that singing that song?
La la
la la he must be barmy or something
La la
la la your father's gone away
La la
la la he's gone away on a ship, he's gone away on a ship
Mona,
where's me trousers, they're right upstairs
Mona,
where's me trousers, they're right upstairs
They're
right upstairs
They're
right upstairs
And now
Denis is going to school now
And his
face is just the same as his Dad's
His face
is angry and bitter
When
he hides it under the fridge
But on
a Saturday night he's different
When
he's had beer, he's had beer
La la
la la who's that singing that song?
La la
la la who's that singing that song?
La la
la la he must be barmy, he's gone wrong
La la
la la who's that singing that song?
It did'nt
really matter because he didn't really mean to hurt me, he didn't mean to
upset me, I mean, when he smacked me, it was quite... it was quite alright
because that's his right, really, he is my father and he didn't really mean
to hurt me but it was when he took me outside and he took me wellingtons off
my wellingtons, he took my wellies off and then he took my shoes and threw
'em in the garden and then I felt ever so unhappy but there was really no
point in crying because when I cry he just laughs at me and well, after some
time, I do lie sometimes, I know but anyway I went to school and Miss Baxter,
Miss Baxter said I was being a good boy and that I did'nt deserve to be punished
but there you are, I did'nt deserve to be punished but anyway I did'nt mean
to loose that coat, no I... I left it in the cloak room, it was there when
I left but afterwards it seems to have gone, it was a new, it was a new duffle
coat and I went down... I went down by the docks and I was, I was watching
this man in a rowing boat and the boat was sinking, and the boat was sinking
and then there was this silly man who kept calling me names, he took away
me sweets cause I spend four pence on sweets, four pence on sweets, four pence
on sweets, four pence on sweets, four pence on sweets, four pence on sweets,
four pence on sweets, four pence on sweets, that's a lot of money but then
again I did'nt mean to do it and he smacked me, he smacked me like... he smacked
me, he smacked me, I did'nt mean to do it, I did'nt, I did'nt mean to do it,
I did'nt mean to do it, I'm sorry Dad, I did'nt mean to do it, sorry Dad,
Im' sorry, I did'nt mean to do it, I'm sorry, did'nt mean to do it, did'nt
mean to do it, did'nt mean to do it
Money
(poem) (Kevin Coyne - 1969-70) (LET'S
DO IT)
Oh
money, just rolling by, 4-wheel in style, silver plates and squeaking seats
Oh
money, oh money, oh money honey
You
know I've seen you just speeding by
Painting
your eyes and curling your curls for me babe
With
money babe, oh money babe, oh money, money, money
Oh
money, with castles and crips and hotels and chips
And
eyelashes and lips and telephone ringing
And
money babe, and money babe
Oh
money, let me see it and feel it and count it and watch it butterfly
Into
my great big mind full of money babe
Money
babe, oh money money money money money money money
You
know I want your money
And
your teeth and your great ringing carpet
With
a silk and a powder and the polish and the maid and the money
And
the money babe, and the money babe
Gonna
get it, hold tight (x4)
Money
Machine (Kevin
Coyne - 1984) (LEGLESS
IN MANILLA)
The
money machine grinds on an on
Everybody's
go to have a little fun
The money
machine is the only one
The money
machine grinds on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
Everybody
says they've got a hole somewhere
Pearly
gates that they don't want to share
Big money
balls bouncing from the sky
The
money machine is the only lie, the only lie, the only lie, the only lie
The money
machine it laughs at you
Big red lips,
it can't tell you the truth
It likes to
tell you what it's going to do
But you never
know what on earth it's going to do, it's going to do, it's going to do, it's
going to do
The money
machine is black and gold
Green and
white and very old
The money
machine is warm and cold (x2) warm and cold, warm and cold
The money
machine it cries at you
It calls
you a Black and it calls you a Jew
It calls
you anything that you want it too (x2) you want it too, you want it too
Money
money money money money machine (x8)
Monkey
Man (The) (Kevin Coyne
- 1980) (SANITY STOMP)
I'd
seen you in a suburban bar, North London ?? I said no no no no no
You said
you know, you know-it-all, let's get together, let's have a bal, I said no
no no no no, I said
I'm
not your monkey man, don't you understand?
All I
need is your loving hand, why don't you understand?
She said
ho ho ho ho ho? (x2)
I said
I've been here a million times before, she said if you say that again you'll
be on the floor, she said no no no no no
She said
you think you're smart, I said don't you mess with my broken heart, she said
no no no no no
I'm not
your monkey man, does any woman really understand?
I'm not
your monkey man, all I need is your loving hand
She said
ho ho ho ho ho she was surprised ho ho ho ho ho
She was
so surprised
I'm not
your monkey man, why don't you understand?
All I
need is a loving hand, do you really understand?
She said
no no no no no it's always the same she said no no no no no
It's
always the same she said no no no no no
They
never understand she said no no no no no (x3)
She said now
go go go go go
Monkeyheart (Kevin Coyne - 2002) (ONE DAY IN CHICAGO)
Why do you monkey, why do you monkey with my heart? (x2)
I used to wake up like a babyboy and sing like a lark (x2)
And why, I’m asking why do you monkey with my heart?
I’m asking why do you monkey with my heart?
I used to smile in the park on a Sunday afternoon
But now all I get is rain and misery and gloom
I’m asking why do you monkey with my heart?
Well the sea it looks inviting to me
Oh the deep grey sea now it looks inviting to me
I might jump in, I might cover myself with water
Cause I can’t face the little girl I used to know has become the devil’s daughter
I’m asking why do you monkey with my heart?
I’m asking why why why why do you monkey with my heart?
I used to wake like a little babyboy and sing like a lark
I used to wake up like a babyboy and sing like a lark
That’s all gone
I don’t think I can carry on
I’ve got to stop
All of this pain
Yes you monkey with my heart (x2)
Stop monkying with my heart
Yes you monkey with my hear
Monkey
with your Funky (Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne - 1996) (KNOCKING
ON YOUR BRAIN)
Sugar
plum duchess, well, she lives across the road with a big red mouth and teeth
that glint, they glint and glow
She's
winking at me late Saturday night, her boy friend's lurking somewhere
behind and he's looking for a fight, looking for a fight
I want
to monkey with your funky, monkey funky, monkey with your funky, funky
all day long, all day long
Way down
on the avenue where the oak trees sway perambulator's perambulating,
rolling on their way
Lines
of married women, doing nothing much at all. Is that really your
future? Can't you hear me when I call?
I want
to monkey with your funky, monkey funky, monkey with your funky, funky
all day long
I want
to monkey with your funky, funky funky, monkey with your funky, funky
all day long
Well
you're staring at your future and now you're married, you should
have stayed with me baby but now you're harried
You've
got to cook, cook, cook, sow, sow, sow, clean and wash all his filthy clothes
Nowhere
to go, nowhere to go, you should have stayed with me and...
Monkey
funky funky, funky funky, monkey funky funky, funky all day long, all day
long and nighttime too, all day long
You never
listened to my advice, now I can see you walking to the supermarket almost
everyday
You made
a big mistake, you could have lived the high life with me baby, but it's too
late, far too late
Money Like Water (Kevin Coyne/Jon Langford - 2002) (ONE DAY IN CHICAGO)
Chorus:
Money like water through my hands it flows (x2)
I’ve seen it coming and I have seen it go (x3)
Money like water through my hands it flows
Piles of dollar bills never cured anybody’s ills. In fact it probably made them worse. A little poverty is good for the soul you know. It makes you less of a, well less of a difficult person to live with. You’re sweet and easy with no money, in fact you’re starving, that’s ridiculous as well. Anyway, too much money, as this song plainly tells you, it can flow through your hands and leave you pennyless, whatever that means. Pennyless? I’m not pennyless. I’m happy!
Chorus
Wardrobes of well-polished shoes does not cure anybody’s blues. Suits and shirts you never wear, a garden with flowers the size of Amazonian forests grown to ridiculous heights, bawls of flowers in every room, fifty-five Jaguar cars in the garage, Rolls-Royces, even old Studdebackers, all stacked up all around the house, no need to drive them, I can’t drive, it’s a non-sense me having all this money, let it flow through my hands
Chorus
Aimless, stupid, witless, that’s what I’ve become. I had far too much money and now I’m, well they could call me a ?? I really don’t think very much at all, in fact I whis I was a scorpion or something, some small insect crawling under somebody’s bed, something to be squashed under a shoe. Money like water? Oh let it flow!
Chorus
Well that’s the story, not much more else to tell. Sufficient to say I’m pretty pennyless now and I’m living in a very small bungalow about five miles from the sea. I haven’t got shoes on a winter day, I have to walk around in my stockinged feet. Let’s face it: I’m really poor! But I don’t care! I don’t care! (x3) I’ve got no money but I just don’t care!
Money like water through my hands it flows (x2)
I’ve seen it coming and I have seen it go (x3)
Money like water through my hands it flows (x2)
I’ve seen it coming and I have seen it go (x2)
Moon
Face (Kevin Coyne - 1994) (ZUNDFUNK)
Every
time I think of you
All my
love comes tumbling through
With
your, with your moonface and your big brown eyes
Yes evertyime
I go to bed at night
Close
my eyes and see a light sparkling white
And then
your big moonface and those big brown eyes
And if
I get lonely and I get sad
I feel
my head spinning and get a little mad
I come
down with your big moonface and those big brown eyes
Because
that's the only way I can get through the
Only
way I can get through the
That's
the only way I can get through the day
So when
I'm weeping and moaning
Self
complaining, self pitying
That's
normaly me when it gets hot like this
I think
of your moonface and your big brown eyes
And when
I think of home, of London, all alone
Smoke
stacks burning, my heart's churning
I'm sentimal
for your moonface and your big brown eyes
And so
time after time after time after time
I'll
tell you I love you and I hope you're mine
With
your moonface and those big brown eyes
That's
the only way I can get
Yes the
only way sometimes I can get
Yes that's
the only way I can get through this day
Moon
Madness (Friedl Pohrer/Kevin
Coyne - 1995) (CRAZY FRANK)
I've a got
a touch of moon madness, looking for light, a touch of gladness
I'm waiting
in this hotel room, I'm wishing, I'm praying, I'm screaming for a change,
I'm wishing, I'm praying for a change
I've got a
touch of moon madness, hotel room and much sadness
I'm looking
for a new light, I'm wishing, I'm praying, sometimes screaming, looking for
a change, a change
I'm looking,
I'm praying for a change, I need a change, I'm looking, looking for a change
I see a sparrow
by my window bleeding, screaming, wailing out
I can see
the ice and snow, he's slipping, he knows what life's about
I've got a
touch of moon madness, looking for light, looking for gladness, I'm looking,
looking for a change
I'm looking,
I'm praying, I was singing, give me a change, a change, I need a change
I'm looking,
I'm praying for a change
Moon madness
I'm praying
for a change, I need a change (x2)
More
Than Enough (RobertCoyne/Kevin Coyne - 1999) (ROOM
FULL OF FOOLS)
My diary,
Brigton, March, 1987:
I hear
the rattling teacups, see your face across the chequered tablecloth, you stare,
you stare for hours looking at me disapprovingly, and then you pick up the
teaspoon, flick some tea in the direction of my pink nose, my rose nose, you
treat my like a fool, are we both cracking up? Or is it me? Is it you? Is
it me or is it you? Is it you? Is it me or is it you?
I've
had more than enough (x8) of you
When
we get on a bus together you insist you bring your little white dog that pisses
on somebody's shoe on the top deck of the bus and then you turn round and
blame the man next to me you say, "Why don't you keep yourself under control,
all men are dangerous, all men are dangerous, all men are very dangerous,
extremly dangerous and I include you in that list of notorieties, notorieties"
I've
had more than enough (x8) of that
One of
us got to go, one of us got to leave, we can't go on like this
This
is causing me to wonder about my sanity, do strange things, draw the curtains
during the daytime, shut out the light, I don't want to see the sea, the heaving
grey sea, the sand, those awful people running around in silly suits, pink
hats, noses, that's what I'm obsessed with tonight, diary, noses, I'm always
talking about rosy nosy, rosy nosy
Oh I'm
gone
I've
had more than enough (x6) of that, of that
Diary
ends for today, tomorrow might be the same. Who can tell? But anyway, I'll
do my very best to remain at least on terms with the human race, in a reasonable
sense, I might keep a reasonnable sense of things, I might keep things in
proportion, I'm not really sure but as I say, diary, tomorrow, I hope we'll
have a better day, oh I don't know, I've had enough, I don't know, I've had
enough, I don't know, I've had more than enough
More
than enough, more than enough
More
than enough but I'm celebrating you know, the future looks good, I get this
strange feeling it might all come together and ?? at the mouth with it all
(The
second - spoken - part is really too low in the mix to be written down except
for he last sentence: But I'm celebrating, making a fool of myself, everybody
laughing at me, pointing to me, saying, "He's the one she used to know)
Mother,
Where are you Now? (Kevin Coyne - 1976) (CHASING
RAINBOWS )
Are
you blind? Can't you see?
?? that's
hanging over me
Will
someone reach out their hand
Someone
to understand
Chorus:
Mother, where are you now? (x2)
I can't
sleep, I take pills
Dream
of ?? dafodils
My doctor
can't help me
Can't
you see?
No-one
knows what's wrong with me
Chorus
Mr.
Pinko (Ali Neander/Kevin Coyne - 1996) (KNOCKING
ON YOUR BRAIN)
Sitting
on the platform, wearing your pink rosette
Your
teeth are twinkling, shining, hair as black as jet
Your
little wife she's perfect, standing by your side
Taking
a nation, a nation for a ride, for a ride
Chorus:
Mr. Pinko, compromise, Mr. Pinko. Mr. Pinko, compromise
Your
perfect house has a perfect garden too
Children's
bedrooms painted a pastel blue
They
sit at breakfast smiling, smiling all the time
They've
been indoctrinated, you've changed their minds
Chorus
What
is the future? Where can we go?
There
seems to be nothing, nothing, nothing
But idle
times, idle minds, wandering from town to town
A great
desert with weeds, a great desert, a great desert
Chorus
(x2)
I see
a garden where nothing grows, a wasted landscape, an empty river, a few scattered
people like mice in the sun
A few
scattered people running like mice in the sun, there's no fire, no fire, nothing
burns, no fire, no desire, nothing burns, we're like mice in the sun (x2)
Mr. President (Kevin Coyne - 2004) (UNDERGROUND)
Mr President is talking (repeat)
Mr President is talking. Everyone must hear. (3 x)
Mr President is talking and the message is very clear.
It’s as clear as mud. (7 x)
Yes it’s as clear as mud.
Mr President is talking. Everyone must hear. (4 x)
Everyone must hear (3 x)
Mumbo jumbo jumba lumba lumba
Jumba lumba lumba jumba mumba jumba
Jumba lumba lumba jumba lumba jumba jumba mumba lumba jumba
Lumba lumba jumba jumba jumba. Nonsense.
Mumba lumba jumba lumba lumba jumba jumba lumba jumba.
It’s nonsense he’s talking (3 x)
What’s that rubbish he’s talking?
It’s rubbish he’s talking.
It’s nonsense he’s talking.
It’s nonsense he’s talking.
It’s rubbish he’s talking.
Rubbish. Rubbish. Rubbish. Rubbish. Rubbish. Rubbish.
Mr President is talking. Everyone must hear. (3 x)
Mr President is talking
What’s he talking about? (3 x)
Mr
President (poem) (Kevin Coyne - 1969-70) (LET'S
DO IT)
Hello
Mr President
I want to
snatch your hand then eat it
I need to
push your thin wife off the cliff
Will you invite
me to supper tonight?
I imagine
that your head is roomier than those air ?? and has a boudoir for a brain
Am I
right Mr President?
Hello
Mr President
I need
to drive my car into your mouth
I want
to find a shortcut to the top
Can you
help Mr President?
Mr President,
will you help me cure the common call
And help
me fight this cancer?
Will
you stand on the corner with these leaflets?
Hello
Mr President
Can I
snatch your hand then eat it?
Can I
push your thin wife off the cliff?
Will you invite
me to supper tonight?
Mrs
Hooley Go Home (Kevin Coyne - 1975) (MATCHING
HEAD AND FEET)
Now
Mad Irish Mick owns himself a wife
He complains
in the public house she's the plague of his life
I've
seen her at the jumble sale sorting through the rags
If I
could see into their hoouse, I'd see the dregs and the cracks
Chorus:
Mrs Hooley go home (x3), go right back to Ireland.
Mad Irish
Mick, he smiles from behind the edge
He promised
the policeman he'd taken the pledge
No more
drinking, no more beating your wife
But he
still says he loves her for all her life (he's a liar)
Chorus
Hooley
is a cruelly (repeat)
The Robinsons
now they live at No. 9
And their
scraggy children point the finger all the time
I hate
their children, I hate what they do
But I
love Mrs Hooley, I love her, yes I do (she's from Ireland)
Chorus
Bye bye
Mrs Hooley, I hope you'll go
It's
much freer in Ireland, don't you know
Think
about the culture and the men you died
And the
Robinsons won't help you at No. 9 (go home)
Chorus
Bye bye
Mrs Hooley, go home (repeat)
Mummy
(Kevin Coyne - 1973) (MARJORY
RAZORBLADE) (see also Daddy)
Daddy
let the dogs of war out, let them bite me now (x3)
Set them
out to chew, oh to chew, all my boots and shoes
Daddy
let the sheeps of peace out, let them graze around (x3)
Set them
out to see me, oh be me, so peacefully
Daddy,
set your old face smiling, set it smiling now (x2)
Smile
and smile and smile and smile
Cause
that's all I ever wanted to see is when you're smiling and you're chuckling
at me
Daddy
get angry angry angry angry angry do (x3)
Cause
that's all I know of you, when you go, when you're going...
Mummy,
mummy, where's mummy, where's mummy, where's mummy
Mummy's
in the garden, wearing her best clothes (x2)
Mummy's
in the garden, wearing her pretty best clothes
Mummy
mummy mummy, isn't daddy funny
Let's
hide away till he finds, till he finds a way, till he finds a way
Mummy
(Kevin Coyne - 1976) (IN
LIVING BLACK AND WHITE)
Daddy
let the dogs of war out, let them bite me now (x3)
Set them
out to chew, oh to chew, all my boots and shoes
Daddy
let the sheeps of peace out, let them graze around (x3)
Set them
out to see me, oh be me, so peacefully
Daddy
get angry angry angry angry angry do
Daddy
get angry angry angry angry angrywith me do (x2)
Mummy
mummy mummy, isn't daddy funny, let's hide away
Daddy
and Mummy, they're holding at each other's hand
Mummy
says to Daddy 'Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy please understand
Don't
stamp on the baby's head (x3)
Stamping
on the baby's head'
Dead
dead baby's dead dead dead baby's dead
Still
alive but really dead
Now
now she's dead now now dead now now dead now now dead
Mummy's
in the garden sipping at the whisky
Mummy's
a nasty lady never very frisky
Mummy
Mummy Mummy say you miss me
Mummy
Mummy Mummy Mummy isn't my Daddy funny
Let's
hide away
I'm
sorry say I'm sorry
I'm
always sorry (x4)
Mummy
Mummy Mummy Mummy
My
Little Angel (Wily Wagner/Ralf Gustke/Tom Liwa/Ali Neander/Kevin
Coyne - 1996) (KNOCKING ON YOUR BRAIN)
I
saw you last night, down by the powder room, looking so lovely, smelt your
perfume
I went
to you, said 'Honey, can we dance, little angel, little angel, little angel
You turned
away with a nasty sneer, was it because I'd drunk too much wine and beer
Did my
breath smell, did I stink? Ah, my little angel, little angel, little angel
Broken
hearted, I drove back home, my head spinning, lost and alone
I started
to cry, those lonesome tears, I'd lost your love, there were noises in my
ears
I went
to my flat, I played the gramophone and then I proceeded to get quietly stoned
No more
to see you, my perfect love, my little angel, little angel, little angel
My
Message to the People (Kevin Coyne - 1972) (CASE
HISTORY)
Oh
we're high, out on a highway
Driving,
rushing down a sweaty road
Past
those suburban drinking bars
Searching
for, searching for my white and celluloid star
And my
message to the people
Is don't
tie me to your steeple
Don't
put me in the stocks in your market square
Hey,
hey you nameless dropper of nameless names
Don't
you know I'm going to get the fame
Going
to get the flame
A day
pencilled in for me
I'll
get the glee
I'll
arrive at me
Can't
you see I'm going to be there?
Oh yeah
when the chimes ring out
And my
message to the people
Don't
tie me to your sacred steeple
Don't
you put me in the stocks in your market square
So it's
hey razzle-dazzle
I'm about
to dazzle
I'm about
to frazzle somewhere
And when
you say "Who? Who is he?"
You know
it's gonna be me
Cause
my face is there for all of you to see every day
Upside
inside out every way
And when
they say "Ooh la la" at the party on the hill
I'll
still get a thrill
Even
though that castle's tumbling down
I won't
wear a frown
'Cos
I waited so long
And my
message to the people
Is don't
you tie me to your steeple
Don't
you put me in your stocks in your market square
Oh Razzmatazz
Yes pick
up that glass
Oh the
funky-livin' life, the life, the strife of jazz
So watch
out people
Here I'm coming,
here I'm running
My gold leaden
boots on my feet
I'm in your
stairway, your airway to the stars
So I
don't mind though you pretend to be blind
Maybe
tomorrow you will alleviate my sorrow
Eh eh
watch me now as into the tangle I go
And my
message to the people
Is I
love you all you people
And I'll
find my own stocks
And I'm
digging my own market square
Hey dance
on your mother's grave
Hey you
know I'm a media, I'm a media slave
Your
Beatle-cuttin', sure-fottin' savin' rave
And my
message to the people
Is that
people will be people
That
people will be people
Just
the same
My
Mind's Joined Forces (Kevin Coyne - 1979) (BABBLE)
I
said I'm so happy
There's
a smile on my face
Well,
I'm so happy
Loving
you in this place
Well
I feel like a princess
I'm so
happy and gay
I've
just changed my hairdo
Oh what
a happy day
Chorus:
My mind's joined forces with you (x2)
Well,
I'm so happy
You can
strike up the band
Tell
everyone I'm so happy
Cos you're
my man
We've
got some big plans
We've
got some places to go
I'm so
happy and I think you know I know
Chorus
Check
out the whole world
Tell
them what it's about
They
can hear the whisper now, soon they'll hear a scream and a shout
We've
got our marching orders and we are ready to go
So turn
up the headlights and down the road we go
Chorus
And I
love you so, I love you so
Joining
forces with you (x2)
We know
what we do, I love you so
My
Pretty Girl From Giessen (Kevin Coyne - 2001) (GIESSEN)
Our
love was here in Giessen
??
Every
Sunday morning
She's
got a smile upon her face
My
pretty girl from Giessen
Sweet
as can be
She
always scrub my back on Friday
That
little girl of me
My
Story (Robert Coyne/Kevin Coyne - 2002) (CARNIVAL)
I
get hot, I get cold, I get hot, very cold, I get hot, fall down, when I see
you running around
I got
to ring you, I got to ring you, I hope you answer, hope you answer when I
call, when I call, I'll be calling, I'll be calling you
We can
take a roll, stroll down by the river, tell you my history, my story
Don'
t tell your mother, don't tell your father, don't tell mama, don't tell papa,
don't tell 'em a thing, don't give 'em a clue, don't tell 'em a thing, what
I'm planning to do
Saturday
night, maybe Friday night, the whole weekend, spend with you, spend with you,
little you
We take
a roll, stroll down by the river and I could tell you my, all my history,
my story, you might like it, alright
Yes,
I'm a sailor, from the sea, little sailor, way from the deep sea, cross the
ocean, far away, I've never been round to your place
You know
I like it, I must like it, I know I 'll love it, sitting in your living room,
in that room, in that cosy room
Make
sure the house is empty, make sure there's no-one in, we will stroll, down
by the river and I'll tell you my history, my story, my story, you got to
hear my story, I wanna tell you my story, oh my story, such a story, my history,
my story, my story
My
Wife's Best Friend (Robert Coyne/Kevin Coyne - 2002) (SUGAR
CANDY TAXI)
My
wife's best friend, she really loves to ball
My wife's
best friend, she really loves to do the rock'n'roll
She can
hully hully gully like nobody, like nobody I know
She dances
out in the garden most nights without any clothes
My wife's
best friend, she really turns me on, turns me on
I get
kinda hot when she knocks on the door
Oh baby
you're the one
My wife's
best friend, she's my secret love
My wife's
best friend, she's really my secret love
She talks
to me sweet on the telephone like a turtle dove (x2)
Oh talk
to me sweet, talk to me, oh sweetheart
My wife's
best friend, she's coming round tonight (x2)
We're
going to dance in the living room, I'll hold her tight
Hope
my wife stays out of the house, I hope it tonight, I hope it tonight
Come
on, all fade on
I hop
my wife stays away, I hope she stays away tonight
My
Wife Says (Kevin Coyne
- 1980) (SANITY STOMP)
Give
us a kiss (repeat)
My wife
tells me I've found a sea
The waves
they're inside of me
How can
you explain love when it arrives
It's
not a bucket you fill from nine to five
The great
modus-operandi is to do with heavens
You don't
count numbers to get there
My wife
tells me I'm stupid
God knows
rightly so
Don't
you feel the afterglow of birth
When
reborn in shouldersÕ eagle (?) (note: IÕve heard of EagleÕs shoulders but
this is plain odd)
Franz
Kafka kicking godless doors
Sigmund
Freund riding on the floor
Avant-garde
hasn't got a clue
But it's
really up to me and you
It's
not to do with the Beatles
Or even
the Rolling Stones
The big
man is out there on his own
My wife
tells me I'm crazy
The next
minute she says she loves me
I can't
imagine a better state
Than
being a reprobate
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