The Jazz Passengers: Individually Twisted

Don't need no palace paved with gold.
Don't need more cash than banks could hold.

Whenever i get the feeling.
.
My sweet l'il darlin' gives me his love.

Don't catch me chasing round at night.i'm not impressed by glamorous sights.

L'il darlin' is obvious pretty.
So many guys you may see.
But my little darlin' only loves me.

I know he only loves me.
Yes, he loves me.
I know.
I know he loves me.

Oh yes, i know my man's in love with me.
Something, something tells me constantly.
Oh i'll never be the object of all men's eyes.
Or win no beauty prize.
It's me, and me alone he can see.
He likes to stay home in the evening.
Most people tell me he's rare.
As long as he loves me, i don't care, i don't care, i don't care.
I mean what i say when i say it...

Don't catch me chasing round at night.i'm not impressed by glamorous sights, no no no.

L'il darlin' is obvious pretty.
So many guys you may see.
But my little darlin' only loves me.
My little darlin' only loves me.
My little darlin' only loves me.
He loves only me.

I must confess that what you say is true.
You had a rendezvous with somebody new!
It's the only one i've ever had.
Baby, baby doncha go 'way mad.

The cheating shows and it never goes.
You've got a reason to be mad, i suppose.
She was only just a passing fad.
Baby, baby doncha go 'way mad.

Her kind's a dime a dozen.
That's not the kind you want.
Who would have thought your cousin would wander into that restaurant?

Well, you understand that i feel upset.
Whatd ya say that we forgive and forget?
Come and kiss me just to prove you're glad.
Baby, baby doncha go 'way mad.

Now her kind is a dime a dozen.
You should have passed her by.
Who would have thought your cousin would come along and give us the eye?

Well, you understand that i feel upset.
Whatd ya say that we forgive and forget?
Come and kiss me just to prove you're glad.
Oh, i don't know.
Baby, baby doncha go 'way mad.
Come and kiss me just to prove you're glad.
Oh, oh.
Baby, baby doncha go 'way mad.
Come and kiss me just to prove you're glad.
Deborah darlin' doncha go 'way mad.
Baby baby baby...

Tide is high but i'm holding on.
I'm gonna be your number one.

Every girl wants you to be her man, but i'll wait, my dear, 'till it's my turn.
I'm not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, no, no, oh.
Tide is high but i'm holding on.
I'm gonna be your number one.
Number one.
Number one.

It's not the things you do that tease and hurt me bad, but it's the way you do the things you do to me.
I'm not the kinda girl, no no.
No you're not, no you're not.
Like that, no, no, no, no.
The tide is high but i'm holding on.
I'm gonna be your number one.
Number one.
Number one.

Rasta!

Tide is high but i'm holding on.
Tide is high but i'm holding on.

Ah ha ahh ya ya ya!
Ah ha ooh ooh hoo hoo yoo hoo!
Tide is high!
Tide is high!
Holding on!
Holding on!

Uh, roy?
Yes deutch?
It's about my hats.
What about them? i mean, they bring something out in me. i...
I don't want that something, i want my hats back.
Why just... we're supposed to be friends... people who like each other want to see each other's lives enriched in some way...
You were seen last night in a restaurant havingdinnerwith one of my hats.
It's a small thing.

You know...
When i say you're a pork chop you best believe you're a pork chop.
P-o-r-k
C-h-o-p.

When a fella comes a callin' and you're waiting there til morning...
He's a pork chop.
Pork chop.

When he's whistlin his romances, and he's making other glances...
He's a pork chop.
Pork chop.

He's a running and a dancing while he paints the town a special blue.
Teaching roller skating to the missing farm, that's the way he do.

So i care about things.

He can play mysterioso and everybody knows so.
He's a pork chop.
Pork chop.

Gonna leave me at the altar reading comic books by faulkner.
He's a pork chop.
Pork chop.

He's dragging his ass round, promises he said he'd do
And i knew
He'd be ringin me this evening so suprised to hear me screaming "you're a pork chop!
Pork chop!"
I take issue.

You should try faulkner.
I should what!?
Try faulkner.
...soundsdirty.

Look. the thing is this: i am a doer.
Huh!
There are doers and there are don'ters.
Yes, yes...
I may not be there for you, but i am doing things.
Yes... uh huh...
That's a responsible person, a caring person, not what you say, a jambone de pork, whatever..
Wha... wait a second. just wait a second...
*muffled argument*

I try to tell my feelings, and he's looking at the ceiling.
He's a pork chop.
Pork chop.

On and on about abuses, and he's sitting being useless.
He's a pork chop.
(that's for sure!)

He's dragging his ass round, promises he said he'd do
And i knew
He'd be ringin me this evening so suprised to hear me screaming "you're a pork chop!
Pork chop!"

I am suprised! i don't know why...
*more obscured arguing to end*

Maybe i'm lost...
Watch while my mind starts to go...
Maybe i dribble a little.
Maybe i'm lost...

I only put up a front.
Losing the fear for the hunt.
Address me as madame kluseau!
People all tell me to go, to go, and jump off a bridge!

Where's my house?

Maybe it's time to relax.
Sell insurance and pack up your sax.
Buy a chateau au sud de la bronx.
Maybe they're right.

They say i should bolt.
Take a train on the fifth of july.
I'll pack some apples and eau de cologne.
Maybe i'll try, i'll try, i'll try and blow up a bridge!

I'd be staring at tugboats in june
And what is the name of this tune?
Turning tricks on the boat to calais.
I'd be queen for a day.
Then i'd settle for luck.
Daily double at old aqueduct.
I'd fill my pockets with sheckles and juice.
Put my winnings to use.
And go, and go, and blow up a bridge!

Where's my house?
What's my name?
Where am i?
Who are you?

Are they gone?
They're gone for now, but they'll be back.