What a shame
They always wanna start a fight
What a shame
They always wanna start a fight
Well it scares me so
I could sleep in the shelter all night
Well alright

What a shame
You all heard what I said
What a shame
Y'all heard what I said
You might wake up in the morning
And find your poor self dead

Maybe when the TV stops.
Faded out on the epilogue.
Watch the screen just fade away.

Now, I really don't know,
I really don't know,
What to do yeah.
Well, I really don't know,
I really don't know what to do.
What to do yeah.
I really don't know,
I really don't know.

There's a place where you get bored,
that's what you make your money for.
Drink and dance 'til four o'clock.

Now, you really don't know.
You really don't know what to do yeah.

Nothin' to do, nowhere to go.
You're talkin' to people that you don't know.
There's na-na-nothin', to do-do-do.
There's na-na-nothin', (no) no.
You ( I ) really don't what to do yeah.

Well, I really don't know,
I really don't know what to do.
What to do yeah.
I really don't know,
I really don't know.

Hurry people get on your train.
Don't be late for work again.
Take this time to go to bed.
Now, I really don't know,
I really don't know what to do yeah.

Nothin' to do, nowhere to go.
You're talkin' to people that you don't know.
There's na-na-nothin', to do-do-do.
You're sick n' tired of foolin' 'round.
There's na-na-nothin', to do-do-do.
To do-do-do, to do-do-do.
There's na-na-nothin', na-na-nothin',
na-na-nothin', na-na-nothin',
na-na-nothin', na-na-nothin',
na-na-nothin'

When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down

I'm going down fifty-third street
And they're spitting in my face
I'm learning the ropes
Yeah I'm learning a trade
The east river truckers
Is churning with trash
I've got so much money
That I'm spending so fast

When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the shit hits the fan
I'll be sitting on the can
When the whip comes down

Yeah, some called me garbage
While I was sleeping on the street
I never roll
And I never cheat
I'm filling a need
I'm plugging a hole
My mama's so glad
I ain't on the dole

When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
(Yeah, go ahead check it out)

Yeah, baby, when the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
(I'll be running this town, I'll tell you)
When the shit hits the fan
I'll be sittin on the can

Where the boys go, Saturday night
Where the boys all go, hold me tight
Where the boys all go, Saturday night
Where the boys all go

Saturday morning you can see me at the pub
and I'm pissing away me money and I can't stand up
Cab fare, pop? You look silly in the road
Get in everybody, where the boys all go!

Hey! Never keep a secret from meeeee--eeeeeeee
Hey! Never keep a secret from yuuuuuuuuuwwwwwww
Hey! Never keep a secret from meeeeee-eeeeeee

Where the boys go, Saturday night
Where the boys go, hold me tight
Where the boys go, stand around and grope
Where the boys go, Showing off their clothes
Where the boys go, Down the disco!

Hey girls, what you doin' tonight?
Now do you want to dance, or do you want to bite?
Look here, darlin, I know the score
Paint your face, dye your hair, I'll see you round the back!

Where the boys go, Saturday night
Where the boys go, hold me tight
Where the boys go, Saturday night

Where the boys go, for a giggle and a lawff
Where the boys go, and a little piece of ass
Where the boys go, for a little piece of this
Where the boys go, for a little piece of that
Where the boys go, for a little piece of stick!
Where the boys go, for a little piece of cunt!

And who's driving your plane
Who's driving your plane
Who's driving your plane
Who's driving your plane
Are you in control or is it driving you insane

If i could wave a magic wand then maybe you'd change
Back to being a blonde
And your skirt would come down, it would cover your feet
If i said "it's not camp to wear tiffany lamps"
You'd be thrown right out in the street

And i wonder who's driving your plane
Who's driving your plane
Who's driving your plane
Who's driving your plane
Are you in control or is it driving you insane

You could stand on your head or maybe sing in your bed
If i said it was the thing to do
If you're in with the faces and their getaway places
Cause they don't take no notice of you
Well the trendy pace-setters will just called you pain
Cause i want to know
Who's driving your plane