Originally compiled by Pascal Mouret
One Step Beyond
(Hey you, don't watch that,
Watch this!
This is the heavy heavy monster sound
The nuttiest sound around
So if you've come in off the street
And you're beginning to feel the heat
Well listen buster
You better start to move your feet
To the rockin'est, rock-steady beat
Of Madness
One step beyond!)
(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 then
My 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 way
My 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
Transcribed by ir.drs. Ben Jos Walbeehm (Walbeehm@fsw.ruu.nl)
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 ask you, my love, why not take me now
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
I lost my girl from that one word
Will she come back, I just don't know
And I'm takin' a heavy blow, oh
I've got myself together
I can't go on in this cold weather
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
No no no no, no no no no
No no no no, no no no no
Land of Hope and Glory
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The Prince
Buster, he sold the heat
With a rock-steady beat
An 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 street
So I set it up myself 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 feet
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 street
Bring back the
Who is the
We want the
Bring back the Prince...aahh!
Tarzan's Nuts
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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.
a-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
Told the other day
That he'd offered to pay
He didn't like his dad
He earned all he ever had
He didn't have no shame
He was a master at his game
He never showed his hand
He was the bed and breakfast man
He was, he was the bed and breakfast man...
Razor Blade Alley
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Swan Lake
[Instrumental]
Rockin' in Ab
Transcribed by ir.drs. Ben Jos Walbeehm (Walbeehm@fsw.ruu.nl)
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
(Oy !) 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 fourty years
The neighbourhood 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
'cos 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 fourty years
The neighbourhood 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
'cos 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-ha
Madness, 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-ha
Propaganda ministers
Propaganda ministers
I've a-got a heavy due
I'm gonna walk all over you
'Cause
Madness, 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
And 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, FOUR
D'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!