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Southpaw Grammar
The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils
Theres too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirits on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that theyre listening
Well, youve got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think its essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Im very glad the spring has come
The sun shines out so bright
All the birds that are on the trees
Are singing for delight
Reader Meet Author
You dont know a thing about their lives
They live where you wouldnt dare to drive
You shake as you think of how they sleep
But you write as if you all lie side by side
Reader, meet author
With the hope of hearing sense
But you may be feeling let down
By the words of defence
He says no-one ever sees me when I cry
You dont know a thing about their lives
Books dont save them, books arent stanley knives
And if a fight broke out here tonight
Youd be the first away, because youre that type
And the year 2000 wont change anyone here
As each fabled promise flies so fast
Youll swear it was never there
Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life ?
So safely with your software, miles from the front line
You hear the way their sad voice sings, and you start to imagine things
Oh, any excuse to write more lies
The Boy Racer
Hes just too good-natured and
Hes got too much money and
Hes got too many girlfriends
Im jealous, thats all
Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
Were gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
Were gonna kill this pretty thing
Hes got too many girlfriends
He thinks he owns this city
He overspeeds and he never gets pulled over
Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Have you seen him go, though, oh ?
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
Were gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
Were gonna kill this pretty thing
He thinks he got the whole world in his hands
Stood at the urinal
He thinks he got the whole world in his hands
And Im gonna ... kill him !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh ....
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
Were gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
Were gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
Were gonna kill this pretty thing
Hes just too good-looking
Hes just too good-looking
Hes just too good-looking, and
And, and ...
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
Were gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
Were gonna kill this pretty thing
The Operation
You fight with your right hand
And caress with your left hand
Everyone I know is sick to death of you
With a tear thats a mile wide
In the kite that youre flying
Everyone I know is sick to death of you
Ever since
You dont look the same
Youre just not the same, no way
You say clever things and
You never used to
You dont catch what Im saying
When youre deafened to advice
Everyone here is sick to the
Back teeth of you
With a tear thats a mile wide
In the kite that youre flying
Everyone here is sick to the
Tattoo of you
Ever since
You dont look the same
Youre just not the same, no way
You say pleasant things and
There is no need to
Still, you fight with your right hand
And caress with your left hand
Ooh, ooh ...
Sad to say ...
How once I was in love with you
Sad to say ...
You dont catch what Im saying
When youre deafened to advice
Ooh, ooh ...
Ever since
You dont look the same
Youre just not the same, no way
What the hell have
They stuck into you ?
Dagenham Dave
Head in the clouds, and a mouthful of pie
Head in a blouse, everybody loves him
I see why
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dagenham dave
I love karen, I love sharon on the windowscreen
With never the need to fight or to question a single thing
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave
Hed love to touch, hes afraid that he might self-combust
I could say more, but you get the general idea
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Dagenham, dagenham
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Dagenham, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dave, oh, dagenham, dagenham
Dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dave, oh, dave, oh, dave
Oh, dave
Do Your Best & Dont Worry
Compare the best of their days
With the worst of your days
You wont win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember ...
This is you on a bad day, you on a pale day
Just do your best and dont ...
Dont worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
See the best of how they look
Against the worst of how you are
And again, you wont win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember ...
This is you on a drab day, you in a drab dress
Just do your best and dont ...
Dont worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and dont ...
Dont worry, oh
The way you watch yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and dont ...
Dont worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and dont ...
Dont worry, oh
Do your best and dont ...
Best Friend On The Payroll
I turn the music down; and I dont know why, this is my house
I turn the music down; and I dont know why, this is my house
The best friend on the payroll
No, no, no, its not gonna work out
Its not gonna work out
No, no, no, no
The best friend on the payroll
Oh, no, no, no, its not gonna work out
Its not gonna work out
More breakfast in bed, and Ill bring the paper in later
The best friend on the payroll
Oh, no, no, no, its not gonna work out
Its not gonna work out
No, no, no, no
The best friend on the payroll
Oh, no, no, no, its not gonna work out
Its not gonna work out
More breakfast in bed, and Ill bring the paper in later
The best friend on the payroll
No, no, no, its not gonna work out
Its not gonna work out
No, no, no, no
The best friend on the payroll
No, no, no, no, its not gonna work out
Its not gonna work out
Southpaw
You were a boy before you became a man
I dont see the joy
And you ran with your pals in the sun
You turned around and they were gone
Again ...
A sick boy should be treated
So easily defeated
Oh, I just dont understand
So you ran with your pals in the sun
You turned around
You were alone
Again ...
And you ran back to ma
Which set the pace for the rest of your days
Oh, you ran back to ma
Which set the pace for the rest of your days
Oh, you ran back to ma
Which set the pace for the rest of your days
And now, there is something that you should know
There is something that you should know
The girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
Girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Sad and all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
There is something that you should know
There is something that you should know
Girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Sad and is all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Sad and is feeling all alone
Oh, there is something that you should know
Help me, help me, help me ...
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