KEVIN COYNE LYRICS - ALBUM: One Day In Chicago 2002

A big thank you to Jon Langford who helped with this transcription


Monkeyheart (Kevin Coyne)

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


Britisher Cowboy (Kevin Coyne)

Well I’m waiting for love, waiting for you, it’s always the same

You say you want to kiss me for evermore then you forget my name

You’ve got so many boyfriends, so many you know

And the one I hate is the one who came in last night without any clothes

But

A million kisses, a million kisses (x3)

The guy had no clothes

Well I’m shoveling shit in my way, I’m crawling along

I even got, even the lyrics right in this little love song

I’m abused and accused of not caring at all

But I love you although I’m not always here, I always answer your calls

I do!

A million kisses, a million kisses (x3)

I always answer your calls

I’m a Britisher cowboy singing a typically British song

With a miserable ending, maybe a miserable ending

It won’t go on for much longer

I’m almost done with it, done with your love

But I still dream of you every night, every night, almost every night, some nights I don’t dream of you at all, but the ones I do are very pleasant I have to say despite the abusing me, accusing me and all that, I’ll still send you, like I do regularly

A million kisses, a million kisses (x3)

I’ll send you regularly

OK, that’s me today, brain gone


Over Land & Sea (Kevin Coyne/Robert Coyne)

A stupid little girl, the one with the X-ray eyes

Standing in your greengrocer’s with the apples, telling all those lies

She’s forgot the love we used to have, I’m just a nothing to her

It’s sad

I want to, I want to sail away

Over land and sea and set my, set my self free

I want to sail, I want to sail away

Over land and sea and set myself free

Nasty friends, nasty, they’re all around

Pointing their fingers, talking about me behind my back

Some say I grow strange, I need a doctor’s good advice

But the truth is all I really wanted was a loving wife, oh

 Sail away, I’ve got to sail away

Over land and sea (x2)

I’ll make myself free, I want to be free

I’m going to sail, sail away

Over that land and sea

I want to be free

Make myself free

Sail, sail

I’m going to sail, sail away

Over land and sea

I want a nice cup of tea

With someone who loves me


Money Like Water (Kevin Coyne/Jon Langford)

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)


Way Of The World (Kevin Coyne/Jon Langford/Pat Brennan/John Rice/RobertCoyne)

You keep on telling me it’s the way of the world

Keep on telling me it’s the way of the world

How do you know (x10)

You keep on telling me the sun will flicker through

Keep on telling me the sun will flicker through

I’m asking

How do you know (x5)

I’m asking

How do you know (x5)

My heart bleeds but you don’t notice at all (x2)

If you can see

Leave me alone (x5)

I say

Leave me alone (x5)

You keep on telling me it’s the way of the world (x2)

I’m asking

How do you know (x10)

I’m asking

How do you know (x10)

You keep on telling me that the sun will flicker through one day

You keep on telling me that the sunlight, the sun will flicker through

How do you know (x10)

My heart is bleeding but you don’t notice at all (x2)

Give me a call (x5)

I’m begging

Give me a call (x5)

I’m begging

Give me a call (x4)

I’m begging

Give me a call (x4)


Happy Island Girl (Kevin Coyne)

Happy island girl in a pink bikini

Fat British boy looking at you

Happy island girl somewhere near Corsica

Where they say the sea is an eternal blue

Happy island girl, I’ll be there in a while

Where I see your great big lipstick smile

Happy island girl, wearing, wearing almost nothing

Happy island girl, I could give you something you might like

Some some girls are playing (x2)
I'll soon be there (x2)

Some some girls are playing (x2)
I’m almost there

Happy island girl, you look so fine

Sitting at a chekered table cloth with a large glass of wine

Happy island girl, I’m your tourist friend

Oh you can’t read the letters I send

Happy island girl, tralalala

Happy island girl, you could have been a star, star

Happy island girl, I’m exhausted to go all of this

Happy island girl, I’ve got a wife who won’t even give me a kiss, so I’ll be there

Some some girls are playing (x2)
I’m on my way

Some some girls are playing (x2)
I’m on my way

Happy island girl, oh you’re wonderful, wonderful

I said happy island girl, oh you’re a mouthful, you’re delicious

Happy island girl, wait for me

I’m your man, can’t you see

Happy island girl, it’s been a long time

Happy island girl since I held a woman so fine like you

Happy island girl, I’m happy in love

I need somebody like you to help me out, to touch me, to help me out, to touch me, touch me, oh mama mia, that’s wonderful

Some some girls are playing (x2)
I’m on my way

Some some girls are playing (x2)
I’m on my way today

Say it again

Some some girls are playing (x2)
I’m on my way

Some some girls are playing (x2)
I’m on my way


Scene Of The Crime (Kevin Coyne/Jon Langford)

Well the sky opens like a window in the orphans of the dawn

They drop their jaws and yawn,  now they’ll be heading on down

Running ragged through the town with their old hearts in tatters watching you wave goodbye to someone who ??

While those banks of fog fold like wings overhead making you just want to stay in bed, stay in bed

But I’m taking you back to the scene of the crime

This is my last chance, oh don’t spoil it for me this time

Yes I’m taking you back to the scene of the crime

This is my last chance so don’t spoil it for me this time

I’m taking you back, I’m taking you back to the scene of the crime

To the scene of the crime

Now the night terrors come and there's no sleep til dawn

There's traffic jams and black Mariahs, wives and neighbours taken down town

Leaving under the affliction, it’s like an endless addiction

This is my last chance, have to take you back to the scene of the crime

To the scene of the crime

I’m taking you back to the scene of the crime (x2)

This is my last chance so don’t spoil it for me this time

I’m taking you back to the scene of the crime

This is my last chance so don’t spoil it for me this time

Taking you back to the scene of the crime (x3)

I’m taking you back


She's Not There (Kevin Coyne/John Rice)

I've been living in a cow-pat,  it is not much fun

I need someone to love me, put my blues on the run

I’m searching all around the houses and the fields and well,

I think there’s love around but I never get a smell

I’m so complicated, I’m mixed up and I’m mad

They say why don’t you smile a little but I’m permanently sad

I don’t think it’s right that I should be alone tonight

I need a girl, where are you girl?

Oh she’s not there

She’s not there (x5)

She doesn’t care

She’s not there (x6)

I need a restitution for the state that I’m in

If I was a Catholic they would say I was in a state of sin

But I’m a Protestant though I’m full of angst

Full of grief and pain

Oh, the Devils inside of me, they should be slain

I don’t need it, I don’t want it, I want to laugh a while

Where is that woman I need so bad, someone to make me smile

Make me laugh and make me sing, bounce up and down in bed

Where are you woman, I’ve got to dream

It’s in my head

She’s not there (x7)

She doesn’t care

She’s not there (x4)

Thinking about it, I could change it, I could get a little more positive if I had the ambition but I never had much of that. And the bones, the muscles I once had they’re all receeding into skeletal fact. Hard for you to understand but you just have to create the picture in your own mind.

I’m looking, I’m searching, I can’t find oh that precious thing, that thing called peace of mind. I’ve been looking, I’ve been booking a train to Paradise but no-one around, nobody says anything that’s nice, so if you really love me, wherever you are, maybe you’re floating above my bedroom like a guiding star;  I can see you in your crinolines, your lipstick and your paint. I’ve loved you but she’s not there, she ain’t, she ain’t

She’s not there (x12)

I want a little wife that looks like Dolly Parton, I beg your pardon. I want somebody to love me, most of all I need that ardour, I need to feel the fire, the love, I want… and she cares but there is one real problem, she’s not there, she’s not there, no

That was a love song for my wife, I love her so much, she rang me today, she said ‘How are you Kevin?’ I said ‘Darling, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you’ She said ‘That’s enough. I don’t want too much passion, after all this is the telephone. Save it for when you come home’ Sorry boys, I’m rambling on, aren’t I


You You You (Kevin Coyne/Jon Langford/Pat Brennan/John Rice/RobertCoyne)

It’s an illusion to expect me to be normal like you

I’m quite special and precious in my way and I don’t want anything to do with you

I don’t need your lurking about, your fuuny games, I don’t need it, it’s all a shame

I’m very special, I’ve got a special brain

Some say that I’m insane

I’m very proud, prouder than you think

I’m very proud, this world stinks

I’m engaged to a woman

She’s 57 tomorrow morning

I’m always wondering what she’s doing when I’m not around

But something’s dawning in my mind

She’s confusing me with all the letters she sends

She tells me that she’s got special friends

But I belive it’s a man who’s tall and dark

This man is evil, he’s a shark

He’s stealing my girl

Stealing my girl (x3)

I’m so special, I usually am

Not too many friends in here who understand

I’m a strange little fellow at least that’s what my mother used to say.

She said ‘You’ll never be anything particular, you’re just being normal, going your way ; up the street, down the street, nobody will say ‘He’s a glamourous thing!’.

You’re a little dull, you could have been an angel but let’s face it, you never grew the wings.

You’re so ?? cantankerous, funny, in a odd kind, oh such a perverse way.

Oh I’m perverse

I am not like you

I’m perverse

And I am not like you

Ascend, ascend my friend

Act angelic and do something special today

Sitting on the window sill, look over the sky

Leave that 9 to 5

You can enjoy yourself if you really try, there’s something in the back of your head, in your brain, that could sustain a brand new generation of optimistic, frequently optimistic, young people

You don’t have to be like that

You don’t have to be like them

You are yourself

You’re truly yourself, yes you are, truly yourself

That’s it then. Got the message? In the midst of some insanity, there’s always a little comon sense. Just remember that. You are yourself. You are yourself. You’re nobody else. You’re yourself. You’re nobody else.

That’s you (x2)

You’re not me, no

That’s you (x2)

You’re not me, no


Angel (Kevin Coyne/Robert Coyne)

I said Angel, when did they let you go?

When did they let you go come down from Heaven

I wanna know now Angel, when did they let you go?

When did they let you go come down to me

Angel, I saw you at that party of a friend

And you were a delight to me

Oh Angel, I went crazy in the head and Iwent so dizzy I saw my life in front of me

And it was you and me

And you… hey what can I say? You’ve got everything a poor boy needs. Everything

Oh Angel,  hey baby I feel fine, knowing you’re divine and waiting for me, waiting tonight

Is it really uou up there? It is! Hey! Standing in the light, ?? waiting for me.

Oh Angel, tralala tralali I feel like singing for all eternity

Oh you know Angel, oh tralala tralali I feel like singing yes for all eternity

Don’t you know Angel, when did they let you go down from Heaven?

When did you come down? I think you came down only last week or maybe the week before

Anyway, you’re here and you’re here to stay and I love you every every way, you’re my version of Paradise on Earth, I’m so glad you’re here

I’m so glad you’re here (ad lieb)

  Can you hear my heart beating out there? I’m sure you can. Anyway, the night’s not so far way and I’ll be there. Angel, when did you come down? Did you come down from Heaven? Tell me when ? Was it yesterday or the week before or whenever it was but you here. And I love you. Yes I love you. I love you Angel

 

 

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