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The Undertones Album


The Undertones (1979)
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So you think you're so clever
Never in doubt
But I've seen you together
Fooling about

Don't get me wrong now
I've seen what you are
Mummy wouldn't like it
It's gone too far

Got to (keep it in the family)
Learn to (keep it in the family)
Have to (keep it in the family)
Want to (keep it in the family)

Playing with each other
It's your favourite game
You never try to hide it
There's no shame

You'll soon be discovered
What will you do then?
Family entertainment
Will come to an end

Got to (keep it in the family)
Learn to (keep it in the family)
Have to (keep it in the family)
Want to (keep it in the family)

Keep it in the family (family)
Keep it in the family (family)
Keep it in the family (family)
Keep it in the family (family)
Keep it in the family (family)
Keep it in the family (family)

. . .


Hey, wasn't Eddie driving that car?
Yeah, I don't go for him, do you?

Here comes Eddie in a brand new car
Driving like that he won't get far
Kissing in the back seat all the way home
You can't do that if you're on your own

But what else can you do if the girls don't like it
But what else can you do if the girls don't like it

Says he doesn't have nowhere else to go
No late night movies no radio
Just a TV switched up really loud
Know what I mean, it becomes part of the crowd

But what else can you do if the girls don't like it
But what else can you do if the girls don't like it

'Cause the girls wanna know what we're gonna do now
Always up to things they're not supposed to allow
Leading us on, telling us no
Making us stop, instead of letting us go

But what else can you do if the girls don't like it
But what else can you do if the girls don't like it
But what else can you do if the girls don't like it
But what else can you do if the girls don't like it
But what else can you do if the girls don't like it
But what else can you do if the girls don't like it
But what else can you do if the girls don't like it
But what else can you do if the girls don't like it
But what else can you do if the girls don't like it
But what else ...

. . .


When I was young I never wanted toys
Things like that were for little boys
My mama bought me clothes for her favourite son
Freeman's, item A, page 61

I wanna wanna be a male model
I wanna wanna be a male model
I wanna wanna be a ... model ... model

I read women's magazines for fashion sense
But seeing all the prices there in pounds and pence
Reminds me that I can't afford to buy new clothes
I never got a chance to say, "I'll take those"

I wanna wanna be a male model
I wanna wanna be a male model
I wanna wanna be a ... model ... a model

I'm fed up of wearing things second hand
The coat that once belonged to another man
Trousers that went out of style years ago
Anything cheap, I don't wanna know

I wanna wanna be a male model
I wanna wanna be a male model
I wanna wanna be a ... model ... a model

I wanna wanna be a male model
I wanna wanna be a male model
I wanna wanna be a ... model ... a model

Model ... model

. . .


Jackie Traynor says that she's never at home
'Cause when she's in she knows she's never alone
There'll always be somebody who's just hanging around
Waiting for a chance to start putting her down
Next time we'll have to do better

I gotta getta
I gotta getta
I gotta getta

Little Shamey hides in the front of a car
He never learned to drive; he knows it's too late now
He turns the ignition on and it's ready to start
As the car begins to move
He feels it falling apart
Next time we'll have to do better

I gotta getta
I gotta getta
I gotta getta

I gotta getta
I gotta getta
I gotta getta
I gotta getta
I gotta getta
I gotta getta

. . .


Stop treating me this way girl
'Cause you know I meant no harm
Is this the way you want it to be now
My head's going round and round

I can't understand the way things are
This is the wrong way
You'll have to change someday

Stop treating me this way girl
'Cause you know I meant no harm
Is this the way you want it to be now
My head's going round and round

I can't understand the way things are
This is the wrong way
You'll have to change someday

I can't understand the way things are
This is the wrong way
You'll have to change someday

. . .


Jump boys
We're all jump boys
Jump boys
We're all jump boys

Jump boys are crazy
They don't have no sense
Never getting lost in coincidence
Never lost for words, they're always shooting for the moon
To make it with the girls who can't come to their rooms

Oh,
Jump boys
We're all jump boys
Jump boys
We're all jump boys

They're too slick to be sorry, got more energy than most
Night time's not the only time they prowl the streets like ghosts
Say what they like to your face, never try to walk away
Get into trouble, they've got a lot to say

Oh,
Jump boys
We're all jump boys
Jump boys
We're all jump boys

Oooh, jump boys
Oooh, jump boys
Oooh, jump boys
Oooh, jump boys
Oooh, jump boys

Jump boys are crazy
They don't have no sense
Never getting lost in coincidence
Never lost for words, they're always shooting for the moon
To make it with the girls who can't come to their rooms

Oh,
Jump boys
We're all jump boys
Jump boys
We're all jump boys
Jump boys
We're all jump boys

. . .


Ooh baby baby, what can I do?
You know you drive me crazy when I'm looking at you
The summer's really here and it's time to come out
Time to discover what fun is about

Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer

Keep a lookout for the girls with their faces all tanned
They're lying on the beaches, all covered in sand
Stretching out their long legs, lying in the sun
They know they're beautiful, they're having fun

Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer

Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer

Lookout for the girls with their faces all tanned
They're lying on the beaches, all covered in sand
Stretching out their long legs, lying in the sun
They know they're beautiful, they're having fun

Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer

. . .


If you say no
It would break my heart in two
But don't you realise
There's too many watching you

We're making too many problems
Making matters worse
Maybe it's a curse
But, oh baby, it hurts
Oh baby, it hurts

Don't look down, 'cause if you do
You won't see what's in front of you
Can't turn your back on me this time
'Cause if you do, I won't mind

We're making too many problems
Making matters worse
Maybe it's a curse
But, oh baby, it hurts
Oh baby, it hurts

If you say no
If you say no

We're making too many problems
Making matters worse
Maybe it's a curse
But, oh baby, it hurts
Oh baby, it hurts

. . .


Little mummy's boy
He wasn't very old
Though he was very small
He did what he was told

Jimmy Jimmy
Jimmy Jimmy, oh
Jimmy Jimmy
Poor little Jimmy wouldn't let go

He'd stay awake at night
Lying in his bed
No one ever listened
To a single word he said

Jimmy Jimmy
Jimmy Jimmy, oh
Jimmy Jimmy
Poor little Jimmy wouldn't let go

Silly boy
Silly boy
Silly boy
Such a silly boy

Jimmy Jimmy
Jimmy Jimmy, oh
Jimmy Jimmy
Poor little Jimmy wouldn't let go

Now little Jimmy's gone
He disappeared one day
But no one saw the ambulance
That took little Jim away

Jimmy Jimmy
Jimmy Jimmy, oh
Jimmy Jimmy
Poor little Jimmy wouldn't let go (poor little Jimmy wouldn't let go)

Jimmy Jimmy
Jimmy Jimmy, oh
Jimmy Jimmy
Poor little Jimmy wouldn't let go (poor little Jimmy wouldn't let go)

Jimmy Jimmy
Jimmy Jimmy, oh
Jimmy Jimmy
Jimmy Jimmy, oh
Jimmy Jimmy

. . .


Don't look so surprised
You've been telling me lies
True, true confessions
True, true confessions

It's hard to wake up to your makeup
So please take off that disguise
True, true confessions
True, true confessions

Let's sit down and sort this out
It's not so hard to talk about
True, true confessions
True, true confessions

I got a picture from your sister
There was writing on the back
True, true confessions
True, true confessions

. . .


She doesn't know why she's feeling sad
She'll never get what she's never had
She wants to leave home but she can't get away
Always on her own every single day

'Cause she's a runaround
What a total disaster
She's a runaround
She's got nothing to do
She's a runaround
Doesn't know what she's after
She's a runaround
She hasn't a clue

She wishes she could live in a world of her own
Or go someplace where she's not known
There's nothing for her here to do any good
Can't get the satisfaction she wishes she could

'Cause she's a runaround
What a total disaster
She's a runaround
She's got nothing to do
She's a runaround
Doesn't know what she's after
She's a runaround
She hasn't a clue

She doesn't know why she's feeling sad
She'll never get what she's never had
She wants to leave home but she can't get away
Always on her own every single day

'Cause she's a runaround
What a total disaster
She's a runaround
She's got nothing to do
She's a runaround
Doesn't know what she's after
She's a runaround
She hasn't a clue

. . .


I know a girl
I know that she knows about me
She's not just a girl
I think that she knows how I feel

I know a girl

I know a girl

I know a girl
See her all the time in the street
She makes me feel
I'm in love every time that we meet

I know a girl

I know a girl

I know a girl
See her every day in the week
She makes me feel
I'm in love every time that we meet

I know a girl

I know a girl
I know a girl
I know a girl
I know a girl
I know a girl
I know a girl

. . .


I was sitting on my own
No-one there till I picked up the phone
And then I heard your voice
I was listening in

You were talking in the hall
I wasn't there but I heard it all
Nothing I could do
Just listening in

On the carpet you're so small
He had you covered wall to wall
Nothing I could do
Just listening in

Now you're gone and your line's dead
Nothing I can do instead
No more, no more
No more listening in

. . .


Now it won't take long
Now before you know
If you're not thrown out
Then you'll want to go

'Cause you'll never get pop at the Casbah Rock
You'll never get pop at the Casbah Rock
Oh, you won't get pop at the Casbah Rock
You'll never get pop at the Casbah Rock

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