Madness

Baggy Trousers

Embarrassment

E.R.N.I.E.

Close Escape

Not Home Today

On the Beat Pete

Solid Gone

Take It or Leave It

Shadow Of Fear

Disappear

Overdone

In the Rain

You Said

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One Step Beyond

(Hey you, don’t watch that,
Watch this!
This is the heavy heavy monster sound
The nutsiest sound around
So if you’ve come in off the street
And you’re beginning to feel the heat
Well listen buster
You’d better to start to move your feet
To the rockin’est, rock-steady beat
Of Madness
One step beyond!)(One step beyond!…)

My Girl

My girl’s mad at me
I didn’t wanna see the film tonight
I found it hard to say
She thought I’d had enough of her
Why can’t she see
She’s lovely to me?
But I like to stay in
And watch t.v. on my own
Every now and thenMy girl’s mad at me
Been on the telephone for an hour
We hardly said a word
I tried and tried but I could not be heard
Why can’t I explain?
Why do I feel this pain?
‘Cause everything I say
She doesn’t understand
She doesn’t realise
She takes it all the wrong wayMy girl’s mad at me
We argued just the other night
I thought we’d got it straight
We talked and talked until it was light
I thought we’d agreed
I thought we’d talked it out
Now when I try to speak
She says that I don’t care
She says I’m unaware
And now she says I’m weak

Night Boat To Cairo”

It’s just gone noon
Half past monsoon
On the banks of the river Nile
Here comes the boat
Only half-afloat
Oarsman grins a toothless smile
Only just one more
To this desolate shore
Last boat along the river Nile
Doesn’t seem to care
No more wind in his hair
As he reaches his last half mile
The oar snaps in his hand
Before he reaches dry land
But the sound doesn’t deafen his smile
Just pokes at wet sand
With an oar in his hand
Floats off down the river Nile
Floats off down the river Nile(All aboard, night boat to Cairo!)(Night boat to Cairo!)

Believe Me

Everything that I tell you, girl, every word that you hear
Every little whisper, let me make myself clear
There ain’t no lies to deceive you, I love you too much for that
Every word that I say is true, you can believe me on that
My friends tell me jealous lies
Now I’m getting my goodbyes
Life without you, my dear
Was dull, as dull as can be
I’m asking my love, not to leave me in doubt
Not to leave me in misery
Saxophone
If you take in all they say
I guess I’ll be on my way
Please, my darling, it’s not true
I don’t know this girl called Sue
Sue’s a name I have not heard (no-no-no-no)
I lost my girl from that one word (no-no-no-no)
Will she come back, I just don’t know
And I’m takin’ a heavy blow, oh
I’ve got myself together (no-no-no-no)
I can’t go on in this cold weather (no-no-no-no)
Christmas comes but once a year
It’s a time of love and cheer
Your friends tell you jealous lies
Now I’m getting my goodbyes

Land of Hope and Glory

Land of hope and glory, mother of the free
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet
Land of hope and glory, mother of the free
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet

The Prince

Buster, he sold the heat
With a rock-steady beatAn earthquake is erupting
But not in Orange street
A ghost-dance is preparing
You got to help us with your feet
If you’re not in the mood to dance
Step back, grab yourself a seat
This may not be uptown Jamaica
But we promise you a treat
Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance
Shuffle me off my feet
Even though I’ll keep on runnin’
I’ll never get to Orange streetSo I’ll say there’s nothin’ left to say
For the man who set the beat
So I’ll leave it up to you out there
To get him back on his feetBuster bowl me over with your bogus dance
Shuffle me off my feet
Even though I’ll keep on runnin’
I’ll never get to Orange streetBring back the
Who is the
We want the
Bring back the Prince…aahh!

Tarzan’s Nuts

Hey you seen Jane?
No man
OK I’ll catch a train
A train you’ll wait a long time
No way I’ll catch a vine
What that’s a route?
No man it’s a fruit
Give me a bite
No I’ll save it for tonight

In the Middle of the Night

Nice man george, newsagent on the corner
Not very rich, but never any poorer
Jaunty old george, a happy sixty-three
Not very tall, but healthier than me
He whistles timeless tunes as he saunters down the street
Springs in his legs and elastic in his feet
But in the middle of the night
He steals through your garden
Gives your hosiery a fright
And doesn’t say pardon
As soft as a breeze
With an arm full of underwear
On his hands and knees
Dreams about the knicker scare
Hello there george, newsagent on the corner
How’s the old car, yes the climate’s getting warmer
Chatty old george as you get your morning paper
Read about the knicker thief, underwear taker
Bids you ‘good day’, as you wander out the door
Never closes early, always cleans the floor
But when darkness hits the town
And there’s washing on your line
Get your knickers down
Before the dreaded sign
When the clock strikes eight
And you’re snuggled up in bed
He’ll be at the garden gate
Filling underwear with dread
Nice man george, newsagent on the corner
He was closed today, maybe gone to mow the lawn
I had to go further down the road to get me current bun
Hello, isn’t that george on page one?
No, it couldn’t be, but yes, it is
Difficult to see from these photofits
But they are after him
Of that you can be sure
They’ve called him on the phone
They’ve knocked on his door
But he’s gone away
Gone to stay with some mates
He got the papers early
And saw his own face

Bed and Breakfast Man

Well there’s a man I know
At least I used to years ago
I didn’t really mind
He used to come round all the time
Of course he had to be fed
I had to give him a bed
He used to kip on my sofa
They used to call him a loafer
I’ve heard he’s changed a lot since then
But some of his ways he just can’t mend.
Till the other day
When he’d offer to pay
He didn’t like his bed
He earned all he’d ever had
He didn’t have no shame
He was a master at his game
He never showed his head
He was the bed and breakfast man
Oh he was he was the bed and breakfast man

Razor Blade Alley

Oooh I didn’t talk too much in fact not at lot
Oh but to ask her the price I was to be no fool
Money’s no time to waste or to shoot up the wall
You got the know how the place teacher take me to your schoolShe lead the way from the alley back to her house
Must not be seen going in must not be seen coming out
She said I looked mighty but thin she told me
“I’m gonna give you a second helping”Ooh Razor Blade Alley I’ve been there
Razor Blade Alley neither of us cared
It was the prime time but the wrong place
It was my first time I hope my last tasteI’m just too shy to check in but this pain of pissing razors is cutting inMmm felt like a knight without shining armour on
At the time she thought she was in a dream
Floating up on cloud nine now I awake
She is nowhere but the razor cuts deeper everywhere

Swan Lake

(Instrumental)

Rockin’ In A Flat”

I used to work nights with my dad
It was the best job I ever had
Until them blokes on their bikes came through
Said “Come on down to youth, brother, see what’s new”
Well come on, come on, come on, let’s have some fun tonight. Went to the dance like they said I should
It cost me a bob, but it was quite good
The band were jumpin’ and a-jivin’ around
Their 20 Watt amps really made a sound
Well come on, come on, come on, let’s have some fun tonight. Well, I’ll have a cup of tea and then I’ll change me name
And I’ll put my records o-ah-o-ah-on
Till all the geezers in the flat complain
“Wish that rockstar bloke was gone” is the moan
Let’s have some fun tonight. Sold all my records and I bought a bike
I found some blokes who would do what I like
I saw the rigger who ran the hall
He said we can rehearse there any time at all
Well come on, come on, come on, let’s have some fun tonight. We’re really rocking now, I’ve got a bird
She says we are the best band she’s ever heard
I’ve got a bike and I’m having a time
But my mum keeps saying “Rock ‘n’ roll’s a crime!”
Well come on, come on, come on, let’s have some fun tonight
(All right, all night!)
Well come on, come on, come on, let’s have some fun tonight

Mummy’s Boy

in the pub, about seven-thirty
Mother makes sure that his face ain’t dirty
Him and mother go everywhere
Holds her hand without a care
Lived with mother for forty years
The neighborhood said that he must be queer
Normal folk a-just don’t like that
Glad he can’t hear behind his back
When mother dies, he will have a cry ’cause he’ll be on his own
He’s frightened stiff, would he come to this?
Will he lose her to the heavenly home?
In the pub, about seven thirty
Mother makes sure that his face ain’t dirty
Him and mother go everywhere
Holds her hand without a care
Lived with mother for forty years
The neighborhood said that he must be queer
Normal folk a-just don’t like that
Glad he can’t hear behind his back
When mother dies, he’ll have a cry ’cause he’ll be on his own
He’s frightened stiff, would he come to this?
Will he lose her to the heavenly home?
Once went out with a London girl
Dirty weekend in a hotel
Broke it off when she got shirty
She was twelve and he was thirty
Right after that he was bedsore
He wouldn’t go out with girls no more
From that day since, he never has
He wants to do a-something dirty

Madness

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
It’s plain to see
That is what they mean to me
Madness, madness, they call it gladness, ha-haMadness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
I’m about to explain
A-That someone is losing their brain
Hey, madness, madness, I call it gladness, yee-ha-ha-haPropaganda ministers
Propaganda ministers
I’ve a-got a heavy due
I’m gonna walk all over you
‘CauseMadness, madness, they call it madness
Well if this is madness
Then I know I’m filled with gladness
It’s gonna be rougher
It’s gonna be tougher, pa-da-da, pa-da-da
But I won’t be the one who’s gonna suffer
Oh no, I won’t be the one who’s gonna suffer
You are gonna be the one, a-you…

Chipmunks Are Go!”

One two three four one two three four
We’re the chipmunks hear us roar
We’re the chipmunks hear us roar
Sound off chipmunks-sound off chipmunks
One two three four one two three four
One two three four one two three four
One two three fourDid you have a good time tonight boys?-Yep we sure did!
Do you think the time is right boys?-Yep we sure do!
Sound off chipmunks-Sound off chipmunks
One two three four one two three four
One two three four one two three four
One two three four
Chipmunks are go!