One Step Beyond

In the pub, about seven thirty
Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty
Him and mother go everywhere
Holds her hand without a care

Lived with mother for fourty years
The neighbourhood said that he must be queer
Normal folk just ain't like that
Glad he can't hear behind his back

When mother dies, he will have a cry
'cos he'll be on his own
He's frightened stiff, would it come to this?
Will he lose her to the heavenly home?

In the pub, about seven thirty
Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty
Him and mother go everywhere
Holds her hand without a care

Lived with mother for fourty years
The neighbourhood said that he must be queer
Normal folk just ain't like that
Glad he can't hear behind his back

When mother dies, he'll have a cry
'cos he'll be on his own
He's frightened stiff, would it come to this?
Will he lose her to the heavenly home?

Once went out with a london girl
Dirty weekend in a hotel
Broke it off when she got shirty
She was twelve and he was thirty

Right after that he was dead sore
He wouldn't go out with girls no more
From that day since, he never has
He wants to do something dirty

I used to work nights with my dad
It was the best job i ever had
Until some blokes on their bikes came through
Said "come on down to youth, brother, see what's new"
Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight

Went to the dance like they said i should
It cost three bob, but it was quite good
The band were jumpin' and a-jivin' around
Their 20 watt amps really made a sound
Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight

Well, i'll have a cup of tea and then i'll change me name
And i'll put my records o-ah-o-ah-on
Till all the geezers in the flats complain
"wish that rockstar bloke was gone" is the moan

Let's have some fun tonight

Sold all my records and i bought a mic
I found some blokes who would do what i like
I saw the vicar who ran the hall
He said we can rehearse there any time at all
Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight

We're really rocking now, i've got a bird
She says we are the best band she's ever heard
I've got a bike and i'm having a time
But my mum keeps saying "rock 'n' roll's a crime!"
Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight
All right
All night!
Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight

My girl's mad at me
I didn't wanna see the film tonight
I found it hard to say
She thought i'd had enough of her
Why can't she see
She's lovely to me?
But i like to stay in
And watch t.v. on my own
Every now and then

My girl's mad at me
Been on the telephone for an hour
We hardly said a word
I tried and tried but i could not be heard
Why can't i explain?
Why do i feel this pain?
'cause everything i say
She doesn't understand
She doesn't realise
She takes it all the wrong way

My girl's mad at me
We argued just the other night
I thought we'd got it straight
We talked and talked until it was light
I thought we'd agreed
I thought we'd talked it out
Now when i try to speak
She says that i don't care
She says i'm unaware
And now she says i'm weak

Buster, he sold the heat
With a rocksteady beat

An earthquake is erupting
But not in orange street
A ghost dance is preparing
You got to help us with your feet
If you're not in the mood to dance
Step back, grab yourself a seat
This may not be uptown jamaica
But we promise you a treat
Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance
Shuffle me off my feet
Even though i'll keep on running
I'll never get to orange street

So i set it up myself to say
For the man who set the beat
So i'll leave it up to you out there
To get him back on his feet

Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance
Shuffle me off my feet
Even though i'll keep on runnin'
I'll never get to orange street

Bring back the
Who is the
We want the
Bring back the prince

Hello good evening and welcome

I've been down the high road towards the crossroads
To hear the sound thats buggin me.
Catchy little rhythms in music and rhyme, its that nutty sound you see.

Rhythm....

As i got nearer i heard it clearer , it started to affect my brain
Its that nutty rhythm that gets yout thinking your almost going insane.
I felt the greound shake,
I had a feeling i was sitting on an old steam train

Shaking in me knee bones and me elbows, its driving me around the bend
Uncontrollable feelings sends me reeling,
Theres no need top pretend

Melody...

It had me spell bound, span me head round,
I could feel myself going mad.

Now i am an addict,
I have to hear it,
Everything else sounds bad.....

It's not so easy to find out later
About the necessary needs for survival,
You think you know enough to get you through life
But find out too late of chances passed by.

An early start is not so important
But timing is most essential,
Opportunity gone is gone forever
You'll never know how much you could have been.

And once gone, gone forever
You will find out to your cost
A better use can be made of your time

But don't think that life is easy
You may never get a lucky break
They'll put you down, cold and unknown
A total failure from womb to grave

Everything that i tell you, girl, every word that you hear
Every little whisper, let me make myself clear
There ain't no lies to deceive you, i love you too much for that
Every word that i say is true, you can believe me on that

My friends tell me jealous lies
Now i'm getting my goodbyes

Life without you, my dear
Was dull, as dull as can be
I ask you, my love, why not take me now
Not to leave me in misery

Saxophone!

If you take in all they say,
I guess i'll be on my way
Please, my darling, it's not true
I don't know this girl called sue

Sue's a name i have not heard
I lost my girl from that one word
Will she come back, i just don't know
And i'm takin' a heavy blow, oh

I've got myself together
I can't go on in this cold weather
Christmas comes but once a year
It's a time of love and cheer

Your friends tell you jealous lies
Now i'm getting my goodbyes

No no no no, no no no no
No no no no, no no no no

One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
We're the chipmunks, hear us roar
We're the chipmunks, hear us roar
Sound off, chipmunks
Sound off, chipmunks
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four

D'you have a good time tonight, boys?
Yep, we sure did
Do you think the time is right, boys?
Yep, we sure do
Sound off, chipmunks
Sound off, chipmunks
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four

Chipmunks are go!

Whoa oh

Staggering home everybody sings
All the old songs the cockney routines
All the old women, all the young men
Try changing places then back again

Old man in the morning,
Young man at night
Breakfast full of wisdom
Until you hit the lights

Knock back the drinks , hitch up your skirt
Fall over backwords undo your shirt
Everyone shouting what a terrible state
Age creeping backwards as it gets late

Old man in the morning,
Young man at night
Breakfast full of wisdom
Until you hit the lights

Have a quick short, forget about work
Have a couple more then you go beserk
Who cares about this morning, wise old man
The wisdom comes up later and goes down the pan

Old man in the morning,
Young man at night
Breakfast full of wisdom
Until you hit the lights

Then another round, forget whos turn
Waking up to feel your stomach churn
Whos in the chair and whos on the floor
Incoherants knocking on the door

Old man in the morning,
Young man at night
Breakfast full of wisdom
Until you hit the lights
Hit the lights

Nice man george, newsagent on the corner,
Not very rich, but never any poorer,
Jaunty old george, a happy sixty-three,
Not very tall, but healthier than me.
He whistles timeless tunes as he saunters down the street,
Springs in his legs and elastic in his feet.

But in the middle of the night,
He steals through your garden,
Gives your hosiery a fright,
And doesn't say pardon.
As soft as a breeze,
With an arm full of underwear,
On his hands and knees,
Dreams about the knicker scare.

Hello there george, newsagent on the corner,
How's the old car, yes the climate's getting warmer,
Chatty old george as you get your morning paper,
Read about the knicker thief, underwear taker.
Bids you 'good day', as you wander out the door,
Never closes early, always cleans the floor.

But when darkness hits the town,
And there's washing on your line,
Get your knickers down,
Before the dreaded sign.
When the clock strikes eight,
And you're snuggled up in bed,
He'll be at the garden gate,
Filling underwear with dread.

Nice man george, newsagent on the corner,
He was closed today, maybe gone to mow the lawn,
I had to go further down the road to get me current bun,
Hello - isn't that george on page one ?
No it couldn't be, but yes it is,
Difficult to see from these photofits.

But they are after him,
Of that you can be sure,
They've called him on the phone,
They've knocked on his door.
A-but he's gone away,
Gone to stay with some mates,
He got the papers early,
And saw his own face.

In the earliest days of my shoplifting career,
You could safely say i was filled with fear.
It was nail biting work from the very start,
But several quick sucesses soon gave me heart.
After a while i could pick or nick or steal,
Some shirts some trousers and a few lps.
No-one ever stopped me, they didn't seem to care.
It sometimes seemed to me that there was no-one there.

Then a fine summers day my mates and me,
Set off down the westend on our usual spree.
Things were as normal for an hour or so,
Then my nimble hands were a bit too slow.
Two store detectives made a fast approach,
One grabbed my jacket (you're nicked!)
The other grabbed my throat.
So they caught me at last, one said with joy:
"you'll have to do some time, my light fingered boy!"

If only i'd remembered my common sense,
They captured me red-handed with evidence.
If i go to the manager and say i'm sorry,
Maybe he'll forgive me for my youthful folly.

But what will me social worker say,
If i don't come home today?
He'll give me a clout!
What if they don't let me out?
I told him i'm on me own!
Don't they understand?
I'm from a broken home!

I'll tell them i'm the product of a broken home,
And i always went out on my own.
Was it too late to say i'd pay,
And i'll never steal again 'till the end of my days?
Because i have no friends to call as such,
Money and posessions i did not have much,
So i started to steal in order to get by.
The quickness of the hand deceives the eye.
Deceives the eye the eye the eye...