Red Day Blues

Judy is a groupie,  Judy is a trouper

She’s a friend of a friend, she’s anybody’s friend

And she don’t send anyone away

Except for every twenty-eight days

 

She’s really got the red day blues

She’s got no time for the red day blues

Red Day Red Day Red Day Blues

What are you gonna do

 

Tommy is a tommy, Tommy is a dummy

He’s in love with the friend who’s anybody’s friend

And he says she’s shy cos she’s slow

But if she could say she would say go

Out Of Action

Did you hear about the boy of only seventeen?
Shot up twenty oil rigs in the rich Middle-East.
They make up the law out there,
Ropes are an attraction.
So they swung him back and forth and put him
out of action.
He said...

I ain't gonna recognise anybody's sanctions
Cos when you're bored like me
You gotta get some action

Did you hear about the guy in the Civil Servant show?
He's unfaithful to his wife each Thursday in Soho
But ignorance is very kind to those who would be hurt
Or so the milkman tells his wife
When she's ironing his shirt
They say...

I ain't gonna recognise anybody's sanctions
Cos when you're bored like me
You gotta get some action

Did you hear about the girl who lives next door to me?
She's a physical fitness freak, good on her - poor me!
I went round to say hello, maybe get some easy action
Boy when she gets through with me
I'm gonna need some traction
She said...

I ain't gonna recognise anybody's sanctions
Cos when you're bored like me
You gotta get some action

Pigs Can't Fly

Did I hear you say  just the other day tell me did I?

You said have a fag what a bloody drag

You know you lied!


The reason why I see your lies and pigs can’t fly today

You’re gonna cry

You gotta die

And you’ll know why some day


Do you feel alright, alright tonight because....

You stole my lover and I can’t get over my love

Every… so often


The reason why I see your lies and pigs can’t fly today

You’re gonna cry

You gotta die

And you’ll know why some day


You went on your bike out into the night – again

No where will you make, cos I fixed the brakes

What a gas!

Die!!!!

Mandy Tuesday Wendy

Mandy, Tuesday, Wendy

Gotta, Gotta, Gotta get  to

Mandy, Tuesday, Wendy

Gotta, Gotta, Gotta  get  to

 

I was feeling sick

Going out of my mind

And hey, hey, hey

Have you got the right time?

Thursday, Friday, Saturday

Everyday’s  a bore

I gotta get

To the girl that I met

I gotta get

To the girl that I met

 

Mandy, Tuesday, Wendy

Gotta, Gotta, Gotta get  to

Mandy, Tuesday, Wendy

Gotta, Gotta, Gotta  get  to

Centre Point Anywhere

Reinforced Concrete it’s so strong

Holding up the offices for ever so long

Holding up the building to prove the people wrong

And no one will get hurt cos everybody’s gone

 

Centre Point it’s a focal point

Centre Point it’s an empty point

Centre Point it’s a money point

Centre Point


In an out the car-park  all the bikers go

Burning up the road signs

Halt Slow Go

Signals for the workers

Neon just for show

Cost they’re unemployed again the building gotta go go go go

 

Centre Point it’s a focal point

Centre Point it’s a talking point

Centre Point it’s a wasted point

Centre Point

 

Breaking up the building takes so long

Longer than the dole queue it’s so wrong

Longer than the long face looking for a home

He ain’t got £6.50 so he ain’t got a home

 

 

Crowd Control

Everybody’s rioting, everybody’s fighting
In the West Way Streets
They’re trying to get attention but they only get detention
To keep them off the streets
In thirty-four seconds the blues can take them prisoner
In the East and West
Notting Hill is restless, but they’re still defenceless
In the London West
 
Crowd Control
You’ve Got no right
To fight the might of the crowd Control
Crowd Control
You’ve Got no right
To fight the might of the crowd Control
 
Kissenger’s arrival, can’t stop another eye-full
Of the reds in the bed
The IRA have landed, the riots have been planted
But the fight is dead
Everybody’s rioting, everybody’s fighting
In the West Way Streets
They’re trying to attention but they only get detention
To keep them off the streets
 

We're Plastic

Ask your question and insert your coin

We don’t say nothing and we don’t complain

My office is empty and my brain is too

We don’t mind working but there’s none to do

 

We’re so plastic

We’re elastic

It’s fantastic to be plastic

We’re so plastic

We’re elastic

It’s fantastic to be plastic

We’re plastic, plastic, plastic, plastic

We’re plastic, plastic, plastic, plastic, plastic, plastic, plastic

 

I’m not living it’s a good disguise

Simulated skin, two nylon eyes

I was assembled by the GLC

I work in County Hall where I make the tea

 

We’re so plastic…

 

I can’t recommend

And I can’t confirm

I’m not living

Cos I never learn

I can’t be followed

Cos I won’t be missed

I make no trouble

Cos I don’t exist