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| Bedbug Lyrics |
| The Fireman’s Song Traditional! The marriage feast Which ends in Armageddon, It’s surprising anyone survives A Russian weddin’ And you firemen are so legless That you cannot point a hose Proof alcohol’s a killer, avoid the dreaded dose! Hear my dreadful warning, people, Hear it loud and clear – With each and every cork that pops Rehearse it in your ear, If you like a drink you well may think That it won’t end in tears, But you’re risking full combustion When your liver changes gear. Oy! Oy! The red-nosed fireman strives in vain To douse the flames We cannot get the ladder up, We all each others names. Oy! Oy! It’s never too late to celebrate! As the flames go higher, the flames go higher, What was once a bride and groom Becomes a funeral pyre. Ding dong, the bells all clang, emergency, We’re coming soon But if at first we don’t arrive You still can hear our tune. Ding dong, it’s best to drown your sorrows first. As theflames go higher, the flames go higher What was once a bride and groom Becomes a funeral pyre. Om tiddly om tiddly om oy! oy! The Reporters’ Song. Despite the risks, it’s been decreed Early man is to be freed. Will he be vermin free? Tune in tomorrow to know. This just in! This just in! We’re witness to history! This just in! The state has decided, Although he’s retarded, Homo Vulgaris, with archaic vitrus, Suspended in block-ice This Cro-Magnon man May put our best Russian bridegrooms to shame. Danger, ignoring the danger, Danger, from yesterday’s stranger. Bedbug bovver-boys, booze and vice We’ll be bringing you an exclusive. Read it first in Izvest-ta… He may just be your caviar. Resurrection! Resurrection! Resurrection! Resurrection! Our brave new world will set him free, The white heat of technology. When he awakes this will all seem The perfect futuristic dream. Science shows us how to feel, How to vote and how to heal. Science plays the starring role Reanimate the humble prole. |
| The Klop Song. Little bed, little bug, Where you go my heart goes with you. Little bed, little bug, So familiar to me. Little bed, little bug, Where you go my heart goes with you. Little bed, little bug, So familiar to me You don’t complain, you make your home Where’er you little legs may roam. Hot or cold, you’ll survive, You remind me I’m alive. I once had dozens, now there’s one. Will you be my only one? Little Klop, in the seams. Of my trousers, and my dreams. Little bed, little bug, Where you go my heart goes with you. Little bed, little bug, So familiar to me The Loveboat Has Crashed. This is why I would rather die- What did we fight for in the old days? Memory’s in short supply, Censored, sanitised. All the chips were stacked on red We took our chances with the gun, We danced and sang, we thought we’d won. What happened? Why did you let it go, Sweet proletariat? A beautiful plan, the perfection of man- I would have died for that. How can you blame me now? You never worked for this. Did you feel that our noble ideal Was more than hypothesis? I would have died for that, Now, we’re all out of time. We were afloat on dreams, But the loveboat has crashed. We’re out of step with love, Time has been our friend. The world lost its passion Now feelings are rationed. But we can’t start again. Why did we let it go, Sweet proletariat? A beautiful plan, the perfection of man – I would have died for that. I would have died for that, Now we’re all out of time. We were afloat on dreams, But the love board has crashed. The past is ashes now, We are both out of time. Feelings are rationed here Now the loveboat has crashed. The Committee Song We send fraternal greetings to the workers of the zoo. We Soviet city workers all applaud what you do. Heroes of labour, with rhino for neighbours! We send fraternal greetings to the workers of the zoo. Oy! |
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