Nice things. I craved their attention. No prize, award, recognition, no money nor glory. Here it is: my story. I sat for dinner, nodded yes or no to the series of questions fired at me as to my whereabouts, school, friends, local gossip: Jim and Jules were found naked in the park, drunk and doped up, and you had nothing to do with it, eh?
No synths, no covers, no shit-ass slackers. Type song title, artist or lyrics.
I got sex, drugs, and rrsps I'm a rock and roller with financial security Sex, drugs and rrsps I'm a guitar hero with mortgage equity. Razzle in My Pocket. This Is What We Find. The song was released under the name "Ian Dury" and three members of the Blockheads appear on the record — the song's co-writer and guitarist Chaz Jankel, Norman Watt-Roy on bass and drummer Charlie Charles.
Add it Here. Why Have To Be Wait. Faster Pussycat Lyrics. So if your son and daughter seem too lazy Sitting there watching bad tv Just remember you should be quite grateful At least they are not making history 'Cause
This Is What We Find. History is made by stupid people Scott became famous for freezing to death in Antarctica Columbus made history thinking some island was India General Custer's a national hero for not knowing when to run All of these men are famous And they're also very dumb History is made by stupid people Clever through arteries sex drugs and rock n roll lyrics in High Point wouldn't even try If you want a place in the history books Then do something dumb before you die Nobility are famous for no reason Mary Antoinette enjoyed her cake She caused a revolution when she would not share And her husband lost his head for that mistake The Hindenburg was a giant Zeppelin Its makers made a minor oversight Before they filled it up with explosive gas They should have fixed the no-smoking light 'Cause Get instant explanation for any lyrics that hits you anywhere on the web!
Get instant explanation for any acronym or abbreviation that hits you anywhere on the web! Think you know music? Do something dumb before you die Yes
Alone, roaming the streets, pestering the sales guys at the record stores for more, I began keeping notes, writing words, lines, phrases, stanzas — poetry, lyrics! Still no band. The Kunz went on first. I have a tailor who measures, cuts and sews British-style suits.
But why stop at 45s? On stage, in the mags, I was always pictured in my unruly hair, later bald, my bared chest in a trademark vest, wearing leather trousers, boots, but dressed up, I walked incognito.