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Antics in the Forbidden Zone (1990)
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Puss 'n Boots
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Lock up your brain
'Cos I'm here again
I'm never bored
I'll steal your chords
Ooh-ooh Zerox Machine
Ooh-ooh Zerox Machine

Give me a line
Or a middle eight
I've got the best
So I want the rest
Ooh-ooh Zerox Machine
Ooh-ooh Zerox Machine

Let's get together
Before its too late
Collect up the ideas
And duplicate
Filling up the forms
Send them off tonight
And you'll be the owner
Of the copyright
Of the copyright
Of the copyright

Times of the essence
Get your ears to the ground
However else
Can the hits be found?

I may look happy, healthy and clean
A dark brown voice and suit pristine
But behind the smile there is a
Zerox Machine

(I'm a) Zerox Machine
(repeat 'til end)

. . .


When I met you you were just sixteen
Pulling the wings off flies
When an old lady got hit by a truck
I saw the wicked gleam in your eyes

Your sadistic suits my masochistic
And there's a whip in my valise on yeah

Who taught you the torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you the torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you the torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you?

Describe the special punishment room
Over my garage,
There's a whipping post, a vertical beam
You have to be in charge*

I paid a packet
For a new straight jacket
There's a whip in my valise oh yeah

Who taught you the torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you the torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you the torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you?

You put my head into the stocks
And then you went to choose a cane
But hey, your cat has got nine tails
You like to leave me lame

I can't thank her, my Sunday Spanker
There's a whip in my valise oh yeah

Who taught you the torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you the torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you the torture?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught ya?
Who taught you?

. . .


Have you ever had a ride in a light blue car?
Have you ever stopped to think who's the slave and who's the master?
Have you ever had trouble with your automobile?
Have you ever had to push push push push?
Cartrouble oh yeah

You might have seen them very busy at the weekends (oh oh)
Lick lick and polishing the beep-beeps into shape
And then its proudly up the M1 M2 M3
And keep your feet off the upholstery Ronnie
Cartrouble oh yeah

Car carcar trouble car carcar trouble
Car carcar trouble car carcar trouble
Car carcar trouble car carcar trouble
Car carcar trouble car carcar trouble

And remember this:
You don't need anything after an icecream

I used to sit at home silently and wonder
Why all the preference is polishing the chrome
While all the mothers and the sisters and the babies
Sit and rot at home
Cartrouble oh yeah

And remember this:
You don't need anything after an icecream

Car carcar trouble car carcar trouble
(repeat till end)

. . .


From the "Antmusic" EP
I was walking down the street
I saw a man with one arm
I was walking down the same street, same street
I saw a man with one arm
One day, two men, one arm......KICK!
I was sitting on the underground
I saw a young lady sigh
I was sitting on the same train, same train
I saw a check lady cry
One day, two men, one arm......KICK!

. . .


A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family
A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family
A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family

I feel beneath the white
There is a redskin suffering
From centuries of taming

I feel beneath the white
There is a redskin suffering
From centuries of taming

No method in our madness
Just pride about our manner
Antpeople are the warriors
Antmusic is the banner!

A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family
A new Royal Family, a wild nobility, we are the family

No method in our madness
Just pride about our manner
Antpeople are the warriors
Antmusic is the banner!

And even when you're healthy
And your colour schemes delight
Down below those dandy clothes
You're just a shade too white
Shade too white!
Shade too white!
Shade too white!

I feel beneath the white
There is a redskin suffering
From centuries of taming...

I feel beneath the white
There is a redskin suffering
From centuries of taming...

. . .


Well I'm standing here
Looking at you
What do I see?
I'm looking straight through
It's so sad
When you're young
To be told
You're having fun

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic

Well I'm standing here
What do I see?
A big nothing
Threatening me
It's so sad
When you're young
To be told
You're having fun

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic

Don't tread on an ant
He's done nothing to you
There might come a day
When he's treading on you
Don't tread on an ant
You'll end up black and blue
You cut off his head
Legs come looking for you

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
That music's lost its taste
So try another flavour
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic
Antmusic

So unplug the jukebox
And do us all a favour
Now that music's lost it's taste
So try another flavour
Antmusic (repeat until end)

. . .


You may not like
The things we do
Only idiots
Ignore the truth

It's easy to
Lay down and hide
Where's the warrior
Without his pride?

We're gonna move real good (yeah, right)
We're gonna dress so fine (OK)
It's dog eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
Leapfrog the dog
Brush me daddy-o

(Ah)
(Ah, ah)
(Ah)
(Ah, ah)

It's easy to
Lay down and hide
Where's the warrior
Without his pride?

You may not like
The things we say
What's the difference
Anyway?

We're gonna move real good (yeah, right)
We're gonna dress so fine (OK)
It's dog eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog
Leapfrog the dog
Brush me daddy-o

(Ah)
(Ah, ah)
(Ah)
(Ah, ah)

VERSE 5
It makes me proud
So proud of you
I see innocence
Shining through

VERSE 5
VERSE 5
VERSE 5
VERSE 5
VERSE 5
VERSE 5

. . .


Oi Oi Oi!
A few dollars more
They'll hang me high
But still me spirit
Will survive

There's money over there
But not for long
Soon my worries
Will be gone

Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros (Eastwood)
Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros

Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros (Eastwood)
Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros

And there's a bullet with my name on it

Time's-a-coming
When a new breed say
Welcome tomorrow
Instead of yesterday

My time's-a-coming
When those despised
Take shelter from the power
Of my Kiowa eyes

Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros (Eastwood)
Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros

Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros (Eastwood)
Rancheros (Clint)
Rancheros

And there's a bullet with my name on it

Oi Oi Oi!

. . .


I live the life that I've been left
I leave most things unspoken
But deep inside Geronimo
Is tearing me apart

I've seen him in the streets
And I've seen him in the pictures
Killer in the home
Killer in the home

Now's the time I must digress
From going through the motions
Take my head out of its sling
Free the warrior

I'll fight him in my dreams
And I'll fight him till he kills me
Killer in the home
Killer in the home

I live the life that I've been left
I leave most things unspoken
But deep inside Geronimo
Is tearing me apart

I've seen him in the streets
And I've seen him in the pictures
Killer in the home
Killer in the home

(Oh well) they cut you in half with a gun
And they give you a bandaid
(Yeah) they gut you in half with a gun
And they give you a bandaid

Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home

Oh well they cut you in half with a gun
And they give you a bandaid
Yeah they gut you in half with a gun
And they give you a bandaid

Killer, killer, killer...

Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer in the home
Killer...
Is the home

. . .


Stand and deliver!

I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection! (oh-oh)
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension!

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife!

I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion
The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing
So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking? (oh oh)
It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife!

And even though you fool your soul
Your conscience will be mine
All mine

We're the dandy highwaymen so tired of excuses
Of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses
We're the dandy highwaymen and here's our invitation (oh oh)
"Throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation"

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife!

And even though you fool your soul
Your conscience will be mine
All mine

Qua qua da diddley qua qua da diddley
Qua qua da diddley qua qua da diddley

Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
(repeat til end)

. . .


Well tie me up and hit me with a stick
Beat me beat me
Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick
Beat me beat me
There's so much happiness behind these tears
Beat me beat me
I pray you'll beat me
For ten thousand years
Beat me beat me

I'm black and blue baby
I love you
Be your dog
For just one flog
You don't hear me plead
For you to make me bleed
Beat me beat me
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

Well use a truncheon or a cricket bat
Beat me beat me
A good beatings really where its at
Beat me beat me

. . .


Don't you ever, don't you ever
Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome

Prince Charming
Prince Charming
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome

Don't you ever, don't you ever
Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards

Prince Charming
Prince Charming
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome

Silk or leather or a feather
Respect yourself and all of those around you
Silk or leather or a feather
Respect yourself and all of those around you

Prince Charming
Prince Charming
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome

Don't you ever, don't you ever
Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Lower yourself, forgetting all your standards

Prince Charming
Prince Charming
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of
Prince Charming
Prince Charming
Ridicule is nothing to be scared of...

. . .


Put some wax on the trax and slide on onta here
Hane hane hane hane hane

Hatchets in the corner ears to the ground
Improve to the groove get down to the sound
Buttons and bows and bleu blanc rouge
All things lively must be used
Liberte, egalite, au jour dhui cest tres tres tres
Voici lopportunite nous incroyables

I got the moves they got the grooves
Summoned the gods and they all approved
Bad vibes akimbo on the shelf
Bit of a rap thing going for myself
This gold on the teeth's no sense at all
It only matters when it's on the wall

I'm standing here with my four men
Let's start that rapping thing again:

Marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty north and in the sexy south
Were all singing I have the mouth
In the naughty north and in the sexy south
Were all singing I have the mouth
I have the mouth

So tired of anarchists looking at me
Dont need their credibility
Destroy, they say, defy! condemn!
As long as you don't destroy them
With twenty years of drugs and drink
I thought the time had come to think
About standing up and saying that
It's tragedy and such old hat

I'm standing here with my four men
Let's start that rapping thing again:

(I got) marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty north and in the sexy south
Were all singing I have the mouth
In the naughty north and in the sexy south
Were all singing I have the mouth
I have the mouth

These happy feet are all we need
Summoned the gods and they all agreed
These feet wont stop theyre in such a hurry
I knock it on the head and I go for a curry
Staying sober can be neat
Get drunk on these here happy feet
Keep on trying to pin me down
Why a title for your sound?
Im standing here with my four men
Lets do this rapping thing again:

I got marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty north and in the sexy south
Were all singing I have the mouth...

And I have the mouth
And you have the mouth
And they got the mouth

. . .


If I ask you difficult questions
If I make improper suggestions
Would you find that a risk to your health?
Would you put me up on the bookshelf?
With the books
And the plants

Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delirious

If I were kind and adoring
How would that be? Very boring
Mister Pressman, with your penknife
Always asking about my sex life
And who with
And how many times

Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delirious

All the advice seems so unkind
If you don't stop, you will go blind
They tell you it's none of their business
And console you with a big kiss
On the lips
And on the back of your neck

Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delirious
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delirious
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delirious
...

. . .


All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

You think you're really swinging
But you're off the beat
The move your brains are thinking
Doesn't reach your feet
You got to get this complication out your head
Or find another man instead

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

You listen very close to what the bad girls said
In all those crumby articles and in my bed
They said I'm just a stripper not afraid to strip
I got my brains rattlin' my hips

Ok, Marco, let's hear what you can do

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

You've got the kind of looks
That make a dead man stare
But when it comes to working, honey
You ain't there
I try to tell you nicely but the screaming starts
You're playing ping pong with my heart

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore

All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
I've heard enough don't wanna hear no more

. . .


I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies

Take it up or leave it
I'm not gonna change a bit
If it means heartache
Then leave it out for your sake
I tried and I tri-tried
To take care of my insides
Nobody's perfect so leave me if you object

I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers

When you're a pirouetting, highkicking, thigh slapping cruiser
When you're a hip grinding, spellbinding, clean cut seducer
You have to be careful so people take note
I take it serious, but I still like a joke

I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enemies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers

Take it up or leave it
I'm not gonna change a bit
If it means heartache
Then leave it out for your sake
I tried and I tri-tried
But still you say that I lied
Nobody's perfect
So leave me if you object

Take it up or leave it
I'm not gonna change a bit
If it means heartache
Then leave it out for your sake
I tried and I tri-tried
To take care of my insides
Nobody's perfect
So leave me if you object

. . .


With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide
Put on a little makeup, makeup
Make sure they get your good side, good side

If the words unspoken
Get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes
Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside

We don't follow fashion
That'd be a joke
You know we're going to set them, set them
So everyone can take note, take note

When they saw you kneeling
Crying words that you mean
Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs
Pretending that you're Al Green, Al Green

Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes
Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

No one's gonna tell me
What's wrong and what's right
Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with
Or that I've won the big fight, big fight

Look out or they'll tell you
You're a "Superstar"
Two weeks and you're an all-time legend
I think the games have gone much too far

If the words unspoken
Get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

'Cause I don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

. . .


It's at times like this the great heaven knows
That we wish we had not so many clothes
So let's loosen up with a playful tease
Like all lovers did through the centuries

We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
Uh-huh-huh

When it gets so hot, the end of the day
You may find your clothes getting in the way
If a pretty dress hides your true desire
Fold it nice and slow, throw it on the fire

We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
Uh-huh-huh

We don't need to see what the butler saw
Or a mirrored room with a mirrored floor
All those sneaky looks gazing down on you
Are no substitute for our rendezvous

We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
Uh-huh-huh

It's at times like this the great heaven knows
That we wish we had not so many clothes
So let's loosen up with a playful tease
Like all lovers did through the centuries

If you think it's cheap or a bit risqué
Please don't say a word I'll just slip away
I am not a man who believes in lies
Like an octopus with big x-ray eyes

Don't freeze up girl, you're looking quite a sight
Be generous, I want it all tonight!

We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?

. . .

Puss 'n Boots

[No lyrics]

. . .


Ten - dress it up
Nine - dress it up
Eight - dress it up
Seven - dress it up, dress it up
Six
Fa fa fa fa fa five (ooh!)

Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she ran away
Warned me one time, warned me twice
Found me out and it weren't too nice.

Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she ran away
Can the chatter, bye-bye dear
Carved me a crimson career.

Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up)
Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up)
Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up)
Delta hey max nine

We will be fine (we will be fine)
Apollo 9 (Apollo 9)
Even though NASA say
"Way out of line" (out of line)
We will be fine (we will be fine)
Apollo 9 (Apollo 9)
Even though NASA say
"Way out of line" (out of line)

Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up)
Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up)
Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up)
Delta hey max nine

(break)

Ten - dress it up
Nine - dress it up
Eight - dress it up
Seven - dress it up, dress it up
Six
Fa fa fa fa fa five

Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she flew away
Climbed onto the nearest star
Miss her lots, but there you are.

Hey hey what do you say?
had me a woman she flew away
I don't worry, things are fine
Way up there in Apollo 9

Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up)
Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up)
Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up)
Delta hey max nine

We will be fine (we will be fine)
Apollo 9 (Apollo 9)
Even though NASA say
"Way out of line" (out of line)
We will be fine (we will be fine)
Apollo 9 (Apollo 9)
Even though NASA say
"Way out of line" (out of line)

Well whoopsin-a whoopsin (dress it up)
Jan jan jammering (dress it up, dress it up)
Yabba-yabba-ding-ding (dress it up)
Delta hey max nine

We will be fine (we will be fine)
Apollo 9 (Apollo 9)
Even though NASA say
"Way out of line" (out of line)
We will be fine (we will be fine)
Apollo 9 (Apollo 9)
Even though NASA say
"Way out of line" (out of line)

Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she flew away
Climbed onto the nearest star
Miss her lots, but there you are.

Hey hey what do you say?
Choochalaben dollaley
You can run, you won't get far
A-leyben in your capella.

Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she flew away
Climbed onto the nearest star
Miss her lots, but there you are.

Hey hey what do you say?
Blast off time, I'm please to say
Write a letter, be home soon
Busy lassooing the moon.

Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Fa fa fa fa fa five

. . .


Bang bang you're dead
Did not, did too
Stop diddy-bopping buddy
Bouncing Betty on you

Bang bang you're dead
Did not, did too
Stop diddy-bopping buddy
Bouncing Betty on you

I try to tell you but you just don't understand
You've got my entire life in your hands
Vive le rock, vive le rock
Oh well, you don't know what you're missing
'Cos you don't know what you got

And if the enemy don't see it your way
Be smart, play dead, live to fight a new day
And vive le rock, vive le rock
Oh well you don't know what you're missing
'Cos you don't know what you got

Vive le rock, vive le rock
Vive le rock

If this is it then I'm afraid it's not enough
Here's Johnny and he's calling your bluff
Vive le rock, vive le rock
Oh well you don't know what you're doing
'Cos you don't know what is what

Vive le rock, vive le rock
(Look out! rockers going Starwars!)

Bang bang you're dead
Did not, did too
Stop diddy-bopping buddy
Bouncing Betty on you

Bang bang you're dead
Did not, did too
Stop diddy-bopping buddy
Bouncing Betty on you

You're scratching records but you won't be scratching mine
Don't give me chish-chash in rinky-dink time
Just vive le rock, vive le rock
Well I've been where I was going
And it's not Tom of Finland

Vive le rock, vive le rock
Vive le rock

Bang bang you're dead
Did not, did too
Stop diddy-bopping buddy
Bouncing Betty on you

Look Ma, I'm on top of the world

. . .


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