Artist: The Pretenders
Song: get out of london
Hold Tight
One day morning wake up yamning
Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning
Ring on the bell says it's half past eight
Keys in my tea, hey i'm gonna be late
I'm walking on the pavement skipping,
On the lines so the bears won't eat me send me to the saltmines
Get on the bus but the bus don't start my feet are siten down my head on the tire
I can't open the window cuz there ain't no sun
I think somebodys tellin me to G-G-G-G-Get out of London
My feets keep movin and i don't wear any socks
Can't stop singing, head ting-a-lingin
I like my housetop, i think i hit a phonebox
Makin coufins out of bits of no woods,
Sellin tea to the counsil though i know it's no good to be a trader,
Calaberator, still i rather be a snitch then a cocktail waiter
Commit my crime now while I’mon my probation later
Okay allright i know i'm doin wrong but save it till tomarrow cuz i
G-G-G-G-G-Get out of london
Last night i left my carkeys i settled in to revern in a night of wed & bliss
I had a bee in my body tiger in my tany
I was on my maiden voyage spent my night with a saint
They call me jack of hearts did some one say a name
My mother was the queen of tarts my baby was a headslave
Parts sellin records to the red manufacter
I do myself in public just to get on the action turn to my face see my
Race is run my cars on fire got to G-G-G-G-G-Get out of London
Oh you don't wear a suit don't wear a smile,
Don't wear my spikes said i only go the mile keep my hand on my nine
My eye on my mind keep my heat at feet when i'm racin to the front line change bangs racin on the bits of afar
So i rock my body to the sound of the box the louder you scream the faster we go
It's an act of battery a boom-boom-boom hands
Still fluttering comein down soon head bangen judge thug night of fun slide on my knees
I got to G-G-G-G-Get out of London park straight as a crow waiting for my treasure at the lottery,
Blues in my pockets rain on the fair the weighs are buildin blacks on a bit of an air
Facein a photo a beauty is there tears on her cheek
She's livein a nightmare turn the page to a brand new leaf resolute,
Physcho dude,
Time to be a z okay we do this tons of times keep out of sync singin G-G-G-G-G-Get out of London
Everybody in the lines stuck waitin for the tube beg like a puppy dog,
Raise like a hedgehog when you come here
Let me tell you the truth tell you a wonder why they make us look good party
For my friends so they wouldn't be
Lonely they wouldn't let me in said it's membership only don't worry bout me
Cuz i'm doin fine standin on my head
And sittin on a door mine we get crazy three times a day i got to G-G-G-G-G-Get out of London.
