Stop your messing around Better think of your future Time you straighten right out Creating problems in town Rudy, a message to you Rudy, a message to
I want to go home Yes, I want to go home Lord oh, I want to go home If you see my mother Two sisters and brother, yeah Tell them I want to come home
I'm putting away my working clothes for the weekend I ain't gonna do that job no more I'm tired of being used and mistreated So tired of being feeling
Are you ready for this? I told you he was coming, who? J.B., and he's ready to sock it to ya one time Sock it to 'em, sock it to 'em Sock it to 'em,
It is you, oh yeah It is you, oh yeah I said pressure drop, oh, pressure Oh yeah, pressures gonna drop on you I said pressure drop, oh, pressure Oh yeah
Just because you're nobody It doesn't mean that you're no good Just because there's a reason It doesn't mean it's understood It doesn't make it alright
This town is coming like a ghost town (Town) All the clubs have been closed down This place is coming like a ghost town (Town) Bands won't play no more
One two One two If you ever hear a noise in the night you're body starts to sweat It shakes with shivers in fright, you go and sleep with your mother
You've done too much, much too young Now you're married with a kid when you could be having fun with me You've done too much, much too young Now you're
Bernie Rhodes knows don't Argue Why must you record my phone calls? Are you planning a bootleg LP? Said you've been threatened by gangsters Now it's
Boy me a' fie go leave that town Here ya know 'cause it's too hot Too hot, this town is too hot Now they're calllin' for their guns About to spoil the
All you punks and all you teds National Front and natty dreads Mods, rockers, hippies, and skinheads, keep on fighting till you're dead Who am I to say
This one's for the bouncers. Big, big Monkey Man Aye aye aye, aye aye aye Tell you baby, you huggin up the big monkey man Aye aye aye, aye aye aye
One, two If you ever hear a noise in the night your body starts to sweat It shakes and shivers in fright You go and sleep with your mother, she hates
Out of bed at eight am Out my head by half past ten Out with mates and dates and friends That's what I do at weekends I can't talk and I can't walk
You've done too much much too young Now you're married with a kid when you could be having fun with me oh no, no gimme no more pickni You've done
Bernie Rhodes knows Don't Argue Why must you record my phone calls? Are you planning a bootleg LP? Said you've been threatened by gangsters Now it
