Originally compiled by Pascal Mouret
Cardiac Arrest Papers in the morning Bowler hat on head Walking to the bus stop He's longing for his bed, Waiting with his neighbours In the rush hour queue Got to get the first bus So much for him to do. He's got to hurry Got to get his seat Can't miss his place Got to rest his feet. Ten more minutes till he gets there The crossword's nearly done. It's been so hard these days Not nearly so much fun. His mind wanders to the office His telephone, desk and chair He's been happy with the company They've treated him real fair. Think of seven letters Begin and end in 'C' Like a big American car But misspelt with a 'D'. I wish this bus'd get a move on, Driver's taking his time. I just don't know, I'll be late Oh dear what will the boss say? Pull yourself together now Don't get in a state Don't you worry There's no hurry It's a lovely day Could all be going your way Take the doc's advice Let up enjoy your life Listen to what they say It's not a game they play. Never get there at this rate He's caught up in a jam. There's a meeting this morning It's just his luck oh damn! His hand dives in his pocket For his handkerchief. Pearls of sweat on his collar His pulse-beat seems so brief. Eyes fall on his wristwatch The seconds pass real slow Gasping for the hot air But the chest pain it won't go. Tried to ask for help But can't seem to speak a word, Words are whispered frantically But don't seem to be heard. What about the wife and kids? They all depend on me! We're so sorry We told you not to hurry. Now it's just too late You've got a certain date We thought we made it clear We all voiced our inner fears We left it up to you There's nothing we can do. Shut Up I tell you I didn't do it 'Cause I wasn't there Don't blame me, it just isn't fair You listen to their side Now listen to mine Can't think of a story Sure you'll find me sometime Now pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and you'll forget The broken window, t.v. set It wasn't me either, I'm just his mate He told me to stand here and watch the gate I've got a wife and three kids you know They'll tell you I'm straight, at least I think so I'm as honest as the day is long, The longer the daylight, the less I do wrong Now pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and you'll forget The broken window, t.v. set Pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and I'll forget That what you give is what you get... Pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and you'll forget The broken window, t.v. set Pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and I'll forget That what you give is what you get... Sign of the Times This is disposable, throw it away, This is an animal, don't let it stray, That was the past, so leave it behind, This is the future, it's all in our mind. Feeding your interest, in between lines, Reading the caring one, sign of the times, This is your Englishman, this is his lawn, This is your female, undone and torn. We are the people, and we really care, We don't really look, we just like to stare, Unprintable feelings that play on your mind Get written in innocence, pretend we are blind. Patience the virtue not learnt in schools A-ha, it's funny to break all the rules. Law-breakers are broken, and so we all share The family problems, the paper that cares Cheapest and brightest, sexiest news, We'll make up some stories with unbiased cues. We are the people, and we really care, We don't really look, we just like to stare, Unprintable feelings that play on your mind Get written in innocence, pretend we are blind. Missing You The sun shines through the open window, The empty sides the shadows shallow My arm circles nothing at all, My fingers reach to touch the wall. Missing you when I'm away, Think of things I'd like to say, Almost cry to hear you voice, Lying with me, Got no choice. Mundane thoughts during the day, Suddenly to see your face, Interrupted thoughts have gone, Knowing that you're all I want. Missing you when I'm away, Think of things I'd like to say, Almost cry to hear you voice, Lying with me, Got no choice. The awesome love I feel for you, To see you now what would I do, The desperate feeling you're not there, To be with you pull out my hair. Missing you when I'm away, Think of things I'd like to say, Almost cry to hear you voice, Lying with me, Got no choice. Mrs. Hutchinson Well Mrs. Hutchinson, you're looking healthy (huh) But just in case, Here's a pill a remedy. Well Mrs. Hutchinson, this is something, That little upset, I thought I'd diagnosed, Well not to worry, it's not what I supposed. You better sit down son your mother's very ill (ah) We may have to operate it's more than just a chill. But don't you worry, it's all in competent hands, We believe it's under the ribs or one of the glands. Well Mrs. Hutchinson, eat up your breakfast (come on) Don't smoke, it stunts your growth, Stick to your diet, let's hope that you're insured. (Come on eat your breakfast !) Well Mrs. Hutchinson, you must be very pleased to know you're leaving here. We're going to miss you so (hold on) Here comes your son again. Are you thirsty son, I think you'll need a drink. There's been some complications, she's very near the brink. I have to tell you, it's my duty to speak. Your mother will not last a week. Shame ! Tomorrow's Dream A cage of my own, this cage is my home, And oh so alone am I. From above all around helpless to the sound Of my brother's cry. Just leave us alone, we don't want to moan, Only if you make us. Smashed on the lock until I've had to, drop. Tried to get my message through. Off goes another with another's brother, My arms try to bend across to a friend. You can't burn me with your laser beam, It's pointed at you and tomorrow's dream. You'll burn my body quietly set free, And I'll cry for you as I sway from my tree. I'd give you my brain nothing you would gain, Its misery seeps from you. When leaving my cage I am in a rage Because I know what you're up to. When you walk away remember next day, Not a second I've slept, awake I'll have kept. When I reappear, don't look on in fear My hands could kill But they never will. You can't burn me with your laser beam, It's pointed at you and tomorrow's dream. You'll burn my body quietly set free, And I'll cry for you as I sway from my tree. Grey Day When I get home it's late at night, I'm black and bloody from my life, I haven't time to clean my hands, Cuts will only sting me through my dreams. It's well past midnight as I lie In a semi-conscious state. I dream of people fighting me Without any reason I can see. In the morning I awake, My arms my legs my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. After eating I go out, People passing by me shout. I can't stand this agony Why don't they talk to me? In the park I have to rest I lie down and I do my best, The rain is falling on my face I wish I could sink without a trace. In the morning I awake, My arms my legs my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey, So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. In the park I have to rest I lie down and I do my best, The rain is falling on my face I wish I could sink without a trace. In the morning I awake, My arms my legs my body aches, The sky outside is wet and grey, So begins another weary day. So begins another weary day. ... Pac-a-Mac I wear my cap with pride When swaying side to side Indoors where it be crude Too late to find me shrewd. I never lay in doubt When walking from about At home where it be warm You're sound asleep unborn! I'm a small chap Walk tall chap When it rains Cats and dogs From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac. Inside a rubber wall yelling Screams echo, off the ceiling. My love could penetrate So I'll leave you now prostrate. My fag smoulders out and out And odours waft there about So I give my head a kip My cap's worn to a split. I'm a small chap Walk tall chap When it rains Cats and dogs From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac. I wear my cap with pride When swaying side to side Indoors where I feel nude Too late to find me shrewd. I never lay in doubt When walking from about At home where it be warm You're sound asleep unborn! I'm a small chap Walk tall chap When it rains Cats and dogs From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac. Promises Promises I'll promise you a gift worth much more if not sold. Half for you and half for me if I may act so bold. I'll promise you a home that money cannot buy. All good homely spirits walking by and by. I'll promise you a world of making of amend, And on our anniversary invite you round the bend. I'll promise you a life it only takes a tick. All the fruits of life carry you aboard my ship. I'll promise you a world of making of amend, And on the anniversary invite you round the bend. Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care, So I've decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair. Let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice, Sketching watercolour paints, bury hatchets in the ice. Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care, So we decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair. Let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice, Let's make mates merry, bury hatchets in the ice. Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care, So we decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair. Now let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice, Let's make mates merry, bury hatchets in the ice. Don't feign to me you're only acting when you care, So we decided on decisions that will not strike you very fair. Now let's devise a plan and we'll think about it twice, Sketching watercolour paints, bury hatchets in the ice. Benny Bullfrog So there I am polished heart throat in full puff I look the part my wad is packed to reimburse. I've yet to re-rehearse many moons spent on lovelines lent from Long-legged pop-eyed fat-necked Benny Bullfrog. Final run-through polish up The flower of love's my buttercup. Moon in June for you I'll croon Just like pop-eyed fat-necked Benny Bullfrog. Mean piece of muscle I'm Melvin Toad, I dice with death, across the road. Hop aboard my lover's leap Fat-necked Quatermass Who needs a Benny Bullfrog. Here she comes (Keep a cool head) My legs numb (Keep a cool head) I can't run (Keep a cool head) High! My name's Hunky how d'you do I catch a fly in one swoop I catch a fly just for you That's if you do want me to But you're not hungry I know A sixth sense gave me a clue. I know what else we can do. (You creep !) Long-legged pop-eyed fat-necked Benny Bullfrog. Wish I was Benny Bullfrog Cool as Benny Bullfrog What's the secret, Bullfrog? When Dawn Arrives He hums tonight through his streets, My unlatched window the tune repeats, The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop. A few seconds mumble then whisks him off. Sick and tired of abuse, Controlled signs of hysteria, But like when dawn arrives, He remembers his leisure. He runs tonight through his block, A crack in the curtain is unlocked. No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend A sharp-looking boot-jack with some time to spend. Sick and tired of abuse, Controlled signs of hysteria, But like when dawn arrives, He remembers his leisure. He cries tonight Through his manner I can see his conscience Get the better From a door-way stepped in Shadowed leather Exchanging handshakes for money And pleasure. He crawls tonight through his scum, From my dirty window his body's numb. Beneath the street-lamp tilts shoulders bent, Then meets his pick-up who pays his rent. Sick and tired of abuse, Controlled signs of hysteria, But like when dawn arrives, He remembers his leisure. His pleasure The Opium Eaters [Instrumental] Day on the Town Summer in London, watery sunshine, A place in the city where I can go sometimes. To get on a red bus and go anywhere, See all the sights and not pay the fare, Summer in London. Chip on your shoulder, chips in your mouth, Can you see the old lady, with tickets to tout. Getting the tourists into their traps, Taking their money, the shirts off their backs, Summer in London. To get in a taxi and go anywhere, Jump out at the park and not pay the fare. Watch Speakers Corner, listen to their talk, Eating their ice creams, going for a walk. Summer in London, the weather man said, Waking up late, got to get out of bed. So much to do, got to go everywhere A day on the town and not pay the fare. Riots in London.