B-side Babies!

Adam ant

Well tie me up and hit me with a stick
Beat me beat me
Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick
Beat me beat me
There's so much happiness behind these tears
Beat me beat me
I pray you'll beat me
For ten thousand years
Beat me beat me

I'm black and blue baby
I love you
Be your dog
For just one flog
You don't hear me plead
For you to make me bleed
Beat me beat me
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

Well use a truncheon or a cricket bat
Beat me beat me
A good beatings really where its at
Beat me beat me

Adam ant

Party's over it's time to change
Shoes away i neatly arrange
Next the hairdo
On the block
Put away my lovely frock
T.v.-t.v.

Underwear all tidied away
Thirty eight bust just for a day
Heels so high
My furs so fine
All a woman's things, they are mine
T.v. - t.v.

Oh, i'm a joyous glad t.v.
Why don't you come t.v. with me?
I know a girl who loves to dress me
Up like this and then caress me
To remind me of the way
I used to go both night and day
In femininity there's pride
We'll marry soon
I'll be the bride

Chi chi pamela or barbara
What a good girl you really are
Poetry is awful, so is your prose
What's your gender?
No one knows
T.v. - t.v.

Adam ant

I've got a fetish for you
A fetish for me
A fetish for coffee
I've got a fetish for tea

I've got a fetish for brando
A fetish for cats
A fetish for ladies in christian dior hats
I've got a fetish and that means i'm sick
I've got a fetish and that means i'm sick
So very sick
I go

Any more for the christian d'or?
Any more for the christian d'or?
Any more for the christian d'or?
Christian d'or?
Christian d'or?
Christian d'or?

I've got a fetish for black
A fetish for green
A fetish for those arty magazines
I've got a fetish for blondes
I've got a fetish for blondes
I've got a fetish for blondes
A fetish for blonde haired girls

I've got a fetish and that means i'm sick
I've got a fetish and that means i'm sick
So very sick
Big man
Big shoes
No style

Damp squibs
Retard

Big man (solid coffee)
Big man (you can do it)
Big man (push 'em back)
Big man (way back)
Sure can

I've got a fetish and that means i'm sick
I've got a fetish and that means i'm sick
So very sick
Arriba

I've got a fetish for yes
A fetish for no
A fetish for robert de niro

I've got a fetish for blondes
I've got a fetish for blondes
I've got a fetish for blondes
A fetish for brown haired girls

I've got a fetish and that means i'm sick
I've got a fetish and that means i'm sick
So very sick

Adam ant

I'm a friend of mr. pastry
I'm a friend of allen jones
I'm a friend of shirley bassey
I'm a friend of your chromosomes

I'm a friend of stuart sutcliffe
I'm a friend of michael miles
I'm a friend of jim morrison
I'm a friend of nobby stiles

I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend
I'm a friend of a friend but you don't know me
I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend
And if i come on the night
Can i get in free?

I'm a friend of michael jackson
I'm a friend of mr spock
I'm a frend of dr kildare
I'm a friend of the woodentops

I'm an old friend of charles hawtrey
I'm a friend of michael caine
I'm a friend of stanley spencer
I'm a friend of big john wayne

I'm a friend of stevie wonder
I'm a friend of eric fromm
I'm a friend of bryan ferry
I'm a friend of terence stamp

Adam ant/marco pirroni

I will love you each day of my life
And when i die they can
Fetch them a knife
Cut me open
Written on by brain
And in my heart they'll find a name
It'll be yours, yours, yours, yours
A love dare not speak its name
If you wanna be happy
Live out of the past
Make your new lover
As good as the last
Or better...
Please don't love me
For what i'm not
Better you hate me
For what i've got

Adam ant

I'm sick of coming home and watching tv.
I just can't stand it when you sit next to me

It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter
I'll get by with another
Baby go to hell

Your perspirations brought the wallpaper down
I just can't stand it when you walk into town

I'd love to kiss you baby fall for your charms
But that's all over when you lift up your arms

There's so much trouble when we go for a bite
They say the food is off and they start to fight.

Adam ant

Lock up your shed because juanito's coming
Just crossed over into mexico
Lock up your pigsty and your daughters
Cos if it moves, you know old juanito

Young ladies he likes to ravish
He knows how to make them wet
And if he can't, he'll dig himself a hole
Or go looking for your favorite pet, ole

They call him juanito the bandito
Lock up your things, you'll be robbed
They call him juanito
The randy bandito
Oh, how many people have sobbed his name?

He wears a soft sun-soaked sombrero
A droopy moustache to his chin
He will hold up stab or shoot you
So that he can get it in o.k.

Adam ant/marco pirroni

0 lucky lucky me
I can live here in luxury
Can't answer your simplicity
You've got to stop your grumbling
And all that human bondage den
And try to make a man of me
Oh never never let me go
The flaming flesh that wonder hole
Where violence equals zero
You've got to stop your grumbling
And all that human bondage den
Beef cake and custard to a big hero
Hey ho strike one
Last one in's a son of a gun
Hey ho strike two
Can't fight here, this is the war room

So kiss me quickly who'll oblige?
So come along now don't be shy
Don't be all surface no insides
You've got to stop your grumbling
And all that human bondage den
So swear the heat in baby
No neck ties

Hey ho strike one
Last one in's a son of a gun
Hey ho strike two
Can't fight here, this is the war room
Hey ho strike three
Action stations i'm ready
Hey ho strike four
My durango supercar

Hey ho strike five
Wake up now its time to die
Hey ho strike six
Flopnik kaputnik
Hey ho strike seven
Kissing at five, necking at eleven
Hey ho strike eight
Decided to co-operate
Hey ho strike nine
Gonna have us a crackin'good time
Hey ho strike ten
Flowers, bullets, zen and zen