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A Big Surprise
(Ron & Russel Mael)
No use in our pretending we don't know what we know
We know a lot of things
I know each muscle on your back and every toe
But you've held out on me, I can tell
From your eyes
Disguising the ace that you hold

I want a big surprise tonite
A really big surprise tonite
It's boy meets girl and here we go once again
Where is that Yankee ingenuity

Somebody told me how the motion picture would end
I turned and glared at them
And then I read the way the world was going to end
With a whimpering sound, not a banging away
I'm sorry I gave it away

I want a big surprise tonite
A really big surprise tonite
It's boy meets girl and here we go once again
I want a big surprise tonite
A really big surprise tonite
It's boy meets girl and here we go once again
Where is that Yankee ingenuity

I want a big surprise tonite
A really big surprise tonite
It's boy meets girl and here we go once again
Where is that Yankee ingenuity
Break the rules and make a fool out of me
Where is that Yankee ingenuity right now

I want a big surprise tonite
A really big surprise tonite

A Cute Candidate Opening Theme
(Ron Mael Sr.)
Sorry, no lyrics, this is an instrumental

A Fun Bunch Of Guys From Outer Space
(Ron & Russell Mael)
We're a fun bunch of guys
And we come from outer space
On the planet where we're from
War is even fun
We're a fun bunch of guys

We're a fun bunch of guys
Here to infiltrate and get a tan
We arrived here from the sky
On that cream pie parked outside
We're a fun bunch of guys

We're a fun bunch of guys
We speak English real good
On our T.V.'s in the sky
Your reruns come in fine
We're a fun bunch of guys

A Glimpse Of Mother
Ron & Russell Mael
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A Song That Sings Itself
(Ron & Russell Mael)
I don't know why
This dancing doesn't mean a lot to me
All that it does is make me want to be
All alone with you tonight
When I feel you by my side
I go ape

This room is filled with possibilities
Hush now listen and you'll hear
Something bordering on weird
Can you hear

No exaggeration, no hallucination
I can hear it singing now

It's a song that sings itself
It's a song that sings itself
Twelve o'clock and all is well

Young fools are we
We think we own the world and own the stars
And yet in fact we barely own our cars
But in moments such as these
There are future memories
You will see

No exaggeration, no hallucination
I can hear it singing now
Dim all the lights
Squeeze me so tight that logic flies from me

It's a song that sings itself
It's a song that sings itself
Twelve o'clock and all is well

A Walk Down Memory Lane
(Ron & Russell Mael)
We all expected champagne
But it never did come
But it never did come
We said, "Hey, where's our champagne ?"
And they gave us a gun
Said to go and have fun
So many riches just out of reach
Coming attractions washed up on the beach, oh yeah

(chorus)
Let's take a walk
A walk down memory lane
Past the signs of the times
That lit our little way
And decide what it is
That made it all this way
And decide who it is
That might make it O.K.

The sun bears down on the man
With a girl on his arm
She's a victim of charm
She thinks, Sinatra the man
Think of him as you walk
Think of him as you talk
So many riches just out of reach
Coming attractions washed up on the beach, oh yeah

(chorus)

They say in 10 million years
That the sun'll burn out
And that'll be that
She drinks a couple of beers
Takes a look at the sun
She would love to see that
So many riches just out of reach
Coming attractions washed up on the beach, oh yeah

(chorus)

About To Burst
(Ron Mael)
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Academy Award Performance
(Ron Mael)
Play the shark
Play the bride
Joan of Arc
Mrs. Hyde
You're a girl with a thousand faces to choose from, do one

Do the saint
Do the waif
Do the child
That was great
Great performances only come with some inspiration

CHORUS
Oh, what a great performance
What a convincing performance
An Academy Award performance

Well produced
Clever lines
Well rehearsed
Well defined
There's a goldmine in what you do, but of course you know that
That's not bad
Nor is that
Very good
So was that
On behalf of the guys you've known, here's your golden trophy

CHORUS

Play the scene
Naturelle
Drop the lights
Drop the towel
No director can tell you what you should do, you'll do it

What panache
Oh, what style
Pack the house
Pack the aisles
Everyone's in the dark when you're in the room, those rumors

Achoo
(Ron Mael)
Who knows what the winds gonna bring when the invalids sing
"La las" with a powerful sting thatll stop any opera or any Bing
Sing, spread the news across the land
All winners will be also-rans
Achoo-one size fits everyone
Achoo-one breath, the deed has been done

Grey hair and dash and flair give you doctor an air
I'm hurt, but the choise that you made is an obvious
One for a girl who needs care
I do hope that he makes you well
Say, is there any cure for Hell,
Achoo-one size fits everyone
Achoo-one breath, the deed has been done
Sing, ile de France and everywhere
You can't ignore that sort of air
Achoo-one size fits everyone
Achoo-one breath, the deed has been done

So, open wide, open wide and say, open wide and say goodbye, you'll be OK

Achoo-he's gonna whisk you away
Achoo-he's gonna make you OK

Aeroflot
(Ron and Russell Mael)
Dobro pozhalovat na bortu aviakompanii Aeroflot!
(Welcome to Aeroflot Aircompany!)

I don't know about you, but I'm sitting pretty
We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot
Vodka on ice, and a hostess who's witty

We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot

Buckle up, buckle up, buckle up, daddy-o
Stow your bags overhead or it ain't a go
Buckle up, buckle up, buckle up, daddy-o
You never know, you never know, do you

We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot
We've got reservations (repeat)

We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot
We've got reservations

I don't know about you, but I love adventure
We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot

On Aeroflot, every flight's an adventure
We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot

Stretch on out, daddy-o, we're talking space
Every pilot is an honored Mig ace
Leningrad, St. Petersburg, in either case
You never know, you never you, do you

We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot
We've got reservations

We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot
We've got reservations (repeat)

Way back in coach they're singing 'Viva Vacation'
We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot

Up here in business is the United Nations
We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot

Blinis on your plate and Eisenstein on screen
Richard Branson must be turning red or green

Stewardesses look like high-school beauty queens
They never say nyet, service supreme, supreme

Komandir samolyeta gospodin Sergei Sergeevich Karpov privetstvuet vas na bortu samolyeta!
Chto vam hochetsa pit?
Chay, vino, pivo, Russkoye shampanskoye ili vodka Gorbachev?
Ekipazh zhelaet vam priyatnogo poleta!
Do svidanya!

(The plane commander Mister Sergei Sergeevich Karpov welcomes you on board!
What would you like to drink?
Tea, wine, beer, Russian champaign or "Gorbachev" vodka?
Our crew wish you to fly in comfort!
Goodbye!)

We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot
We've got reservations

We're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot, we're flying Aeroflot
We've got reservations

"Thank you for flying Aeroflot"

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Two mistakes were made in the Russian lyrics:

First of all: in the first phrase it should be said "Dobro pozhalovat na bort..." instead of "na bortU."
Second mistake: in Russia there is no Russian champaign - but they have Sovjetskoye shampanskoje (Soviet champaign).

Russian lyrics / translation and mistakes: thanks to Alex Konstantinov.

After Dark
(Ron & Russell Mael)
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Alabamy right
(Ron & Russell Mael)
Thanks Ola Martinsson for adjustments.

Squeeze in between the lines
Hustle it's nearly five, hustle it's nearly five
They're coming with coupons they're coming with kids
All hungry, pretty soon they'll need to be fed

And they'll Alabamy right around the register
It sure looks good to me
Alabamy milk and honey ev'rywhere

They're scaling the mountains of frozen delights
There's been an avalanche on aisle number nine
And they'll Alabamy right around the register
It sure looks good to me

No need to go miles to Hollywood or pretend that you're celestial
There's no waiting now on checkstand number eighteen
Squeeze in between the lines
Hustle it's nearly five, hustle it's nearly five

This place plays no fav'rites by day or by night
It will not be offended if you buy light
Just so you Alabamy right around the register
It sure looks good to me

Alabamy milk and honey ev'rywhere
It sure looks good to me
It sure looks good to me

It sure looks good to me
It sure looks good to me
It sure looks good to me

All You Ever Think About Is Sex
(Ron & Russell Mael)
Think about the places we've had our little fun
In the church at Christmas, busted by that nun
Then in that museum, beneath the Mastadon
Stating our positions on the White House lawn

All you ever think about is sex
All you ever think about exclusively
All you ever think about is sex, all right with me

Say, do you remember the Dodgers and the Mets
50,000 people saw us and turned red
I'm still not recovered from Saturday's faux pas
When your father came home, saw us, and dropped dead

All you ever think about is sex
All you ever think about exclusively
All you ever think about is sex, all right with me

In a world of lovers, we don't love each other much
Fact is, we're too busy to love each other much

All you ever think about is sex
All you ever think about exclusively
All you ever think about is sex, all right with me

Amateur Hour
(Ron Mael)
Lawns grow plush in the hinterlands
It's the perfect little setting for the one night stands
Now the drapes are drawn and the lights are out
It's the time to put in practice what you've dreamed about

She can show you what you must do
To be more like people better than you

Chorus:
Amateur Hour goes on and on
When you turn pro you know she'll lets you know
Amateur Hour goes on and on
When you turn pro you know
She tells you so

Girls grow tops to go topless in
While we sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins
Our voices change at a rapid pace
I could start a song a tenor and then end as bass

Choose your partners everyone
If you hesitate, the good ones are gone

(Chorus)

Dance, laugh, wine, dine, talk and sing
But those cannot replace what is the real thing
It's a lot like playing the violin
You cannot start off to be Yehudi Menuhin

(Chorus)

Angst In My Pants
(Ron & Russell Mael)
I hope it doesn't show
It'll go 'way
It's just a passing phase
It'll go 'way

You can dress nautical
Learn to tie knots
Take lots of Dramamine
Out on your yacht
But when you're all alone
And nothing bites
You'll wish you stayed at home
With someone nice
But when you think you made it disappear
It comes again, "Hello, I'm here", and
I've got angst in my pants

You can be smart as hell
Know how to add
Know how to figure things
On yellow pads
Answer so no one knows
What you just said
But when you're all alone
You and your head
What's the computer say, it's mumbling now
It says "hey Joe"
It's spelled it out and
"You've got angst in your pants"
"You've got angst in your pants"

But when you think you've made it disappear
You're sure you made it disappear
And you've still got angst in your pants

I hope it doesn't show
It'll go 'way
It's just a passing phase
It'll go 'way
I hope it doesn't show
It'll go 'way
Give it a hundred years
It won't go 'way
And I've got angst in my pants
I've got angst in my pants

Angus Desire
(Ron & Russel Mael)
See private parts in public school
They look so odd, try something else
Unnatural acts, consent implied
No one objects to Angus Desire

No interviews please, no interviews please
Lifes not so free for stockyard femme fatale
Nor is my life carefree and serene
All this comes free with Angus Desire

Summer heat ebbs, romance denied
Its back to school, that good-old college try
Why dont you stay with your own kind
Lets not admire Angus Desire

(Angus in the summer walzing with her friends)

Arts & Crafts Spectacular
(Sorry, we don't know who wrote this)
Capacity 400 - I see seating for three-quarts of me
Are we all seated properly now
We can begin us to spend
Lovely Claudine Jones has come to push her quilt

Next to her we have her sister's slur
Who has come with their parts they have passed
Mrs. Wrong presents a painted one
From trees of the lands where she has been

Lovely Claudine Jones has come to push her quilt
Yes, she has

Second prize goes to Tracy Wise
For her seashells painted all through
Grand prize comes as no surprise
To Mrs. Landscape with rice
Lovely Claudine Jones still tries to push her quilt (ad finitum)

At Home, At Work, At Play
(Ron Mael)
At Home, At Work, At Play
I know youre unavailable from dusk to dawn
Or if you were availible youd bring along
A lot of what could only be a hindrance to me
I aint a glutton for a lot of sweaty company
You gotta catch her while shes still at home
You gotta catch her while shes still at work
You gotta catch her while shes still at play
The only way is at home, work or play

Time really flies when it aint that much time
You better shave half your face at a time
And brush the front of your teeth, leave the rest
And be with her when shes not with the rest
Stop, theres gotta be a million girls like her, though
I cant think of one
So you catch her while shes still at home
And you catch her while shes still at work
And you catch her while shes still at play

Don't let her calendar be any cause to pout
There is a bit of time when there are a few about
Im gonna skirt the issue of her popularity
And just avail myself of all the time that she is free
You gotta catch her while shes still at home
You gotta catch her while shes still at work
You gotta catch her while shes still at play
Cause half the day shes at home, work or play

And time is fleeing the scene of the crime
The act of passing out wrinkles and lines
To every person regardless of race
To every person regardless of face
Stop, theres gotta be a million girls like her, though
I cant think of one
So at home she says you butler well
And at work she says you're typing well
And at play she says you caddie well

Stop,
Theres gotta be a million girls like her, though I cant think of one
So you catch her while shes still at home
And you catch her while shes still at work
And you catch her while shes still at play

I'm gonna love you under incandescent light
I'm gonna love you under flourscent light
The glaring sun above should not inhibit us at all
I'm very glad to know that your libido never palls

Stop, shes unique, espscially at home
Where youre butler, maid, and often cook
And at work together juggling books
Or at play between the tennis sets
Or at play before shes placed her bet
Or at play while shes still slightly wet
Or at play while she is dripping wet

Au Revoir
(Ron & Russell Mael)
Thanks to Åke Liljan Liljekvist and Steve Boyce

Au revoir
What a way to say it
Au revoir
Wonder who created
Au revoir
Au revoir my baby
Right to the point and yet
It doesn't hurt so badly
Right to the point and yet
I always love you madly

Mmmmmm
Mmmmmm

Au revoir
Is she really better
Au revoir
Have I ever met her
Au revoir
Au revoir my baby
Tell me in another way
Is she that great at something
Tell me in other way
And then I'll leave with nothing

Ooooooo
Ooooooo

Hoo-oo-ooh
Hoo-oo-ooh
Hoo-oo-ooh

Au revoir
It's so easy saying
Au revoir
Light and very easy
Au revoir
Au revoir my baby
Right to the point and yet
It doesn't hurt so badly
Right to the point and yet
I always love you madly

Aaaaaaaaa
Mmmmm

Hoo-oo-ooh
Hoo-oo-ooh
Hoo-oo-ooh
Hoo-oo-ooh
Hoo-oo-ooh
Hoo-oo-ooh
Hoo-oo-ooh
Hoo-oo-ooh
Hoo-oo-ooh

Hoo-oo-ooh

Hoo-oo-ooh

Auld Lang Syne
(Traditional)
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B.C.
(Ron Mael)
My names Aaron
Hers is Betty
Our boy is a Charlie,
So the neighbours sing "hooray for ABC"
ABC forever, each endeavour that I do, I do to keep together
A+B+C

BC, Betty, Betty, get back here
BC, Charlie, Charlie, get back here
You're conveniently forgetting our little wedding
So much for our ABC
Say hello to instability

Everyone we know is shifting to, is shifting fro,
With the exception of we 3, were ABC
Aaron, Betty, Charlie, here today and here tomorrow,
I can hear them sing "Here, here" for ABC
BC, Betty, Betty, get back here
BC, Charlie, Charlie, get back here
Three was never crowded, our little house did
House three handsomely
BC, Betty, Betty, get back here
BC, Charlie, Charlie, get back here
Youre conveniently forgetting our little wedding,
Our honeymoon beside the sea

You just cannot belive in ABC
If you can't believe in ABC,
You can't believe, you cant belive, you cant belive, you cant belive
Rumours spread like tumours,
Too too fast and too too true
Oh, Betty, Charlie, Betty, Charlie dont you leave
BC, that takes care of ABC
BC, that takes care of ABC
Once the fixture of the ages, the Yellow Pages start with babys needs
BC, back to swinging in the trees
BC, back to crawling on my knees
Aarons here without a Betty
Without a Charlie
So much for our ABC
So much for our stability
So much for our stability
So much for our A+B+C

B.R.E.A.T.H.E.
(Ron & Russell Mael)
Thanks to Madeline Bocaro and Ola Martinsson.

All across this wonderful land
Keep it going, feels like a fad
It's just B.R.E.A.T.H.E.
Anyone can.
B.R.E.A.T.H
Breathe man

Heavy breathing means you're in heat
Ligher breathing means you're asleep
It's just B.R.E.A.T.H.E.
Anyone can.
B.R.E.A.T.H.E.
Breathe man

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Breathe it in, breathe it out
It's just B.R.E.A.T.H.E
Breathe man

Through the nose that may be enough
Use the mouth for additional huff
It's just B.R.E.A.T.H.E.
Anyone can.
B.R.E.A.T.H.E
Breathe man

And when you stop
They throw some dirt on you
And say some words that you can't hear
So don't stop
I wanna have a word with you
And then it's up to you my dear

All across this wonderful land
Keep it going, it is so grand
It's just B.R.E.A.T.H.E.
Anyone can.
B.R.E.A.T.H
Breathe man

And when you stop
They throw some dirt on you
And say some words that you can't hear
So don't stop
I wanna have a word with you
And then it's up to you my dear
All across this wonderful land
Keep it going, feels like a fad
It's just B.R.E.A.T.H.E.
Anyone can.
B.R.E.A.T.H.E
Breathe man

(In, out - In, out - In, out)
Breathe it in, Breathe it out
Breathe it in, Breathe it out

Baby Come Back
(original by The Equals)
Thanks Tim Brooks and Hal Brandenburg

Come back Baby, come back Baby, come back Baby, come back

This is the first time today
That you have run away
I'm asking you for the last time
Love me please stay (all right)
Hey (all right) Hey (all right!) Hey, yeah [repeat chorus]

There ain't no use in you crying
'Cause I'm more hurt than you
I shoulda not been out flirting
But now my love is true
Ooh (all right) Ooh (OK!) Ooh, yeah [repeat chorus]

Come back, baby, don't you leave me Baby,
Baby, please don't go
Oh, won't you give me a second chance Baby,
I love you so (all right)
Oh (oh, yeah) Oh, Oh, yeah
(repeat as per chorus)

Come back I said baby,
Come back I said baby,
Come back
Oh won't you please come back
Oh won't you please come back [continue to fade]

Bad Manners
(Ron Mael)
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Balls
(Ron and Russell Mael)
Nothing too prosaic
Nothing too archaic
Here's your wakeup call
We are provocation
We are instigation
Here's your wakeup call, your second call

Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are
Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are

You can sting or be stung
You can fling or be flung
It's all up to you
When they're being with you
They're agreeing with you
What you say is true, it comes from

Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are
Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are

You can wait for saviors
Meeting out their favors
You can wait and wait
Hope may spring eternal
Sounds a bit maternal
Do you want to wait, or crash the gate

Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are
Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are.

Others will respect you
Others will elect you
They'll accept your calls
Others will desire you
They may not admire you
But they will admit
You do transmit
Balls.

Barbecutie
(Ron & Russell Mael)
For the sake of man he has forsaken his whole tan
Living in the snow advancing how much we will know
But his heart cries out

Barbecutie, Barbecutie, Barbecutie, you Barbecutie,
When you're with him he is warm

Let's pursue this more why should he leave so much that's warm
To his detriment maybe he's oh so slightly bent
Ask her, she would know

Barbecutie...

The friends are getting friendly on the lawn
The flies are making enemies of all
Aroma rising from the ancient coals
Has turned you into someone very bold
And killed whatever hesitance she showed

Barbecutie...

Look he's back unharmed he must defrost his frozen charm
"How are you today" that's very good, he's on his way
To the Barbecue

Barbecutie...

Batteries Not Included
(Ron Mael)
I brought it home and I opened it up
And a smile came to my face for the first time in a while
Yes a smile came to my face for the first time in a while
I turned it on

But nothing happened when I did
Nothing happened at all
I kicked it down the stairs
I threw it at the wall

Hey kid, batteries not included

Beat the Clock
(Ron Mael/Russell Mael)
I was born a little premature
Mom just couldn't take no more
Had no time to learn to cry
Goodbye, Mama, got to fly
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

Entered school when I was two
PhD'd that afternoon
Never entered any sports
Didn't look too good in shorts
Got divorced when I was four

CHORUS
I've seen everything there is
I've done everything there is
I've met everyone but Liz
Now I've even met ol' Liz
No time for relationship
Skip the foreplay, let 'er rip
You gotta beat the clock, beat the clock,
Beat the clock, beat the clock

I did lots of travelling
Parts of me unraveling
The Army then rejected me
Said I had two flat feet
Wore them out when I was three

Too bad there ain't ten of you
Then I'd show you what I'd do
I could cheat on five of you
And be faithful to you too
But there's only one of you

CHORUS

Beaver O'Lindy
(Ron & Russel Mael, Earle & Jim Mankey, Harley Feinstein)
I'm one minute older and I'm doing all right
I'll gain valuable experience in front of you tonight
They say my voice is going to change

I'm one minute older and I'm doing all right
I'll gain valuable experience with you tonight
They say my voice is going to change
It cracks like Artic ice-flows then it croaks
Like old-folks homes

B-E-A-V-E-R O-L-I-N-D-Y
I'm the London that is dead, I'm the boy in your bed
B-E-A-V-E-R O-L-I-N-D-Y
Sure you've seen me before,
No doubt you'll see much more

I'm the girl in your head, but the boy in your bed
I'm the trashmans valet, the words that you say
You've seen me before, you'll see much more
I'm as big as can be, as big as TV

I'm the words that you say, the words that you say
I'm the trashmans valet, the words that you say
You've seen me before, you'll see much more
Well I'm as big as can be, as big as TV
I'm your wallet-sized friend, your wallet-sized friend
The London thats dead, the London thats dead
Well you've seen me before, you'll see much more
I'm as big as can be, as big as TV

B-E-A-V-E-R O-L-I-N-D-Y
I'm the girl in your head, but the boy in your bed
B-E-A-V-E-R O-L-I-N-D-Y
Sure you've seen me before,
No doubt you'll see much more

Big Bands
(Ron & Russel Mael)
I smile like Herbert Hoover when they play
I dream of banker's daughters, better days

Care to dance my lady
Live near here?
They certainly sound in fine form, do you care?

I am quite partial
Broke, spent, I still marshall (all my strenght when big bands play)

Follow me my lady to my home
See my large collection, some on loan

Of every big band record ever made
I had to sell my heater, so don't shake

I am quite partial
Broke, spent, I still marshal all my strength when big bands blare

I smile like Herbert Hoover when the big bands play
I dream of banker's daughters, better days

For I am quite partial
Broke, spent, I marshal all my strength when big bands play

Knowing of their flare for filling empty
Stomachs, empty hearts, they're not so
Far apart, they're not so far apart
And if you can't sleep late one night,
It's not your coffee, it's the bunk

I am quite partial
Broke, spent, I still marshall all my strength

I smile like Herbert Hoover when the big bands play
I frequent the dance halls most every night into the day
I know the name of every trombone player that exists
They don't know I used to blow before the Crash had hit our land

Before the Crash

I find it so much warmer in the ballroom than at home
A common bond unites us so we're really not alone
Sure we've got some problems, but tonight we won't admit it
Take my hand my lady friend, we'll make it seem like we were there tonight

Big Boy
(Ron Mael)
The earth is shaking, so am I
If you don't run, it's suicide

Big Boy, Big Boy

My name is David, he don't care
He's never nice, he's never scared

Big Boy, Big Boy

Big Boy comes around
Throws his weight around
Throws our girls around
Leaves without a sound

Big Boy, Big Boy

He's well-equipped, the girls are sure
Is that a guess, or something more

Big Boy, Big Boy

We're bored to tears until he comes
And then we're crying cause he's come

Big Boy, Big Boy

Big Boy comes around
Throws his weight around
Throws our girls around
Leaves without a sound

Big Boy, Big Boy

The earth is shaking, so am I
If you don't run, it's suicide

Big Boy, Big Boy

Big Rock Candy Mountain
(Sorry, we don't know who wrote this)
At 12 O Clock a carriage rolled into the town
The Mrs. Life dropped her baggage to the ground
And didn't know her way around

She passed the window from the bureau and a man
He made his fortune as a travel engineer
Now he is a souvenir

She was joyous, lovely, prosperous, isn't glad
When she told about the love she hadn't had

One with this feet, she knew it, sweeped her off her feet
She flew into his open arms
She waited long for this afterbeat

Her Suzy stopped and her face fell, you could tell
For her face can only good had broken her and her fairytales as well
With teardrops in her eyes she's on her way to go
She was as good as 'help for wanted' strong ago
She won't tell how she managed to know

Bigger Than Me, Bigger Than You
Ron & Russell Mael
Sorry, we don't have any lyrics of this one.

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Biggest Party In The World
(Ron & Russell Mael)
Thanks to Neil Murray and Ola Martinsson

If I'm driving too fast for you baby
You're still wearing that cast from the last time
You can get out here and I'll have
A real good time either way girl
I ain't gonna miss this for no-one
If you're coming then keep it down
We're gonna crash the biggest bash around

Well, come on to the biggest party in the world, Barnum
Come on to the biggest party in the world

Every rod in the world will be there
Hogging every bathroom mirror
While we're out in the main room
Eating real de luxe, big big big bucks.
You still yap about social conscience
What about all the starving kids ?
Well phone 'em up and invite them over here

Well come on to the biggest party in the world
Come on to the biggest party in the world
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Hows about the most roochie coochie
Hows about the most smoochie smoochie
Aren't you glad that I took you here
And nowhere else ? I'm sick of movies
I've never been high on nothin'
I can barely afford to eat
But this sure ain't real life

Well come on to the biggest party in the world, Barnum
Come on to the biggest party in the world

Well come on to the biggest party in the world, Barnum
Come on to the biggest party in the world
Come on...

Biology 2
(Earle Mankey)
"Hey Lisa, they're having a big party down at the Allele Pool tonight!"

"Oooh, let's do it!"

You will put your good traits in
You will put your bad traits out

Do the Homozygous as you shake them all about

Unless you've got your dominance down in
Your genes you'll have a kid, invalid
Just like Mendel's beans
Oh hold me, you know you are my one and only phenotype
And together we could have a genotype

Darwin willed that we would do or die
Brains and brawn are both in great supply

Kalikaks a-swimmin' back and forth will multiply
You could choose your ancestors and grow just like a weed
Pick a stud to congeal your blood, and get your earlobes freed

Boat Chase
Ron & Russell Mael
Sorry, we don't have any lyrics of this one.

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Bon Voyage
(Ron & Russel Mael)
Bon voyage, bon voyage
Bon voyage, bon voyage
Bon voyage, bon voyage
Bon voyage, bon voyage

Clouds forming on the gospel sky, trouble is about to brew on us
It didnt matter that we tried, they can only take a few from us
The fins and the paws and hooves and feet Saunter up the gangway
The randomest sampling is complete
God, could there be someway
That I could
Wear a hood
Or by the
Way I stood
Sneak aboard with you
Imitate,
Imitate,
Imitate,
Imitate,
They still know its you

Bon voyage, bon voyage, bon voyage, peace be with all of you
I wish that I, I wish that I, were one of you

Tears falling on the sloping sand, there about to leave and we will stay
All governed by the rules of chance, theyre about to leave and we will stay
Goodbye to my lucky friends and foes, glad that we could know you
Everyone sends their last hello, I wish that we could join you
Two of you
Two of them
Two of those
Two of them
Safety for the few
Two of you
Two of them
Two of those
Two of them
They will start anew

Bon voyage, bon voyage, bon voyage peace be with all of you
I wish that I, I wish that I, I wish that I

Bon voyage, bon voyage
Bon voyage, bon voyage
Bon voyage, bon voyage
Bon voyage, bon voyage

Bickering,
Dickering,
Bickering,
Dickering,
Everything that moves
Bickering,
Dickering,
Bickering,
Dickering,
Final, futile moves
Bon voyage, bon voyage, bon voyage, peace be with all of you
I wish that I, I wish that I, I wish that I

Bon voyage, bon voyage
Bon voyage, bon voyage
Bon voyage, bon voyage
Bon voyage, bon voyage

Boris The Spider
(Original by The Who)
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Brainwash
(Ron and Russell Mael / Michel Moers)
Thanks to Åke Liljan Liljekvist

I was a brain
An egghead
Overly sane
I was half-dead
Then I saw you in Paris
And I said "my god, I've just been brainwashed"

When I was smart and clever
Read about Sartre but you're better
When I hold you close to me
I lose all my memories, I'm happy.

Brainwash - brainwash
Love did this to me
Now I'm a person
I've started cursin'

Then you met that
Professor
He was a real
Tough tester
You said goodbye,
You'd call me.
He was a real
Svengali
I lost you but you'll come back
I'll enroll in his course, "how to brainwash"

Breaking Out Of Prison
(Ron & Russell Mael)
And the walls keep growing higher in your prison
And the sky is just a distant memory
And you check your pulse to see if you're still living
And you know this ain't the way it's supposed to be
Well you can walk out of here any time that you want
You can run out of here any time that you want
Breaking out of prison baby, breaking out of prison girl
Breaking out of prison baby, breaking out of prison girl
Breaking out of prison baby, breaking out of prison girl
I know you can, I know you can
And you make it sound so hard but I'll tell you something
You're punishing yourself and that's the truth
You can walk right ouf of here nobody's stopping you
You can walk right out of here and bust loose
Well you can walk out of here any time that you want
You can run out of here any time that you want
Breaking out of prison baby, breaking out of prison girl
Breaking out of prison baby, breaking out of prison girl
Breaking out of prison baby, breaking out of prison girl
I know you can, I know you can
And you wish some wild animal would attack you
And leave a few scars here and there for posterity
But the wildest thing in your life is a cup of coffee
Well this ain't the way, the way it has to be
Well you can walk out of here any time that you want
You can run out of here any time that you want
Breaking out of prison baby, breaking out of prison girl
Breaking out of prison baby, breaking out of prison girl
Breaking out of prison baby, breaking out of prison girl
Know you can, I know you can

Bullet Train
(Ron and Russell Mael)
It's the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It's a miracle, a miracle, a miracle, yeah
It's the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It's immaculate, immaculate, immaculate, yeah

It's improbable, improbable, improbable, yeah
It's the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It's impeccable, impeccable, impeccable, yeah
It's the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah

It's the bullet train, faster and faster, oh yeah
It's the bullet train, faster and faster, oh yeah
It's the bullet train, faster and faster, oh yeah
It's the bullet train, faster and faster, oh yeah

Can't we work this out between us, can't we work it all out
Can't we work this out, work this out, work it all out
I should learn from those around us to be more round about
Can't we come to some solution, can't we work this all out
And to the right, Fuji, Mt. Fuji, oh wow
Yes, to the right, the rarest sight, Mr. Fuji, oh wow

We can count ourselves lucky, oh so lucky, oh wow
It's the rarest sight, Fuji, not hidden by clouds
If you're gonna cry, better wait, do it at home
It you're gonna cry, gonna cry, do it at home
On the bullet train, nobody, nobody cries
No one's ever cried, never, on the bullet train, no

It's the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It's a miracle, a miracle, a miracle, yeah
It's the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It's immaculate, immaculate, immaculate, yeah

It's improbable, improbable, improbable, yeah
It's the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It's impeccable, impeccable, impeccable, yeah
It's the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah

It's a testament, a testament to science and art
It's a testament, a testament, to who that we are
It's a monument, a monument, to science and art

It's a monument, a monument to who that we are
It's proficiency, proficiency, proficiency, yeah
It's efficiency, efficiency, efficiency, yeah
How the fabric and the finish and the glass intersect

It's the bullet train, bullet train, so what's next?

C'est Sheep (parts 1 & 2)
(Ron & Russell Mael)
Thanks to Chris Devonshire-Ellis These don't have any lyrics, unless you can understand sheep.

Carbon Copy
(Ron and Russell Mael / Michel Moers)
Thanks to Neil Murray and Åke Liljan Liljekvist

I'm selling beer on the TV, look at me
I'm driving steers in the cowboy movies, yeah
I'm all I see, I sure get around the town
I'm losing sleep counting sheep that look like me
I feed the dog, he looks just like I do
I drive a jeep, bears a strong resemblance

Carbon copy on the left side, carbon copy on the right
Carbon copy on the left side, carbon copy on the right

I think that I'm crumbling, defying natural laws
I think I'm stumbling, the universe is like a Xerox
If that guy weren't so black he'd look just like me
I go to Chinatown, there's lots of me standing beside me
On Christmas Eve someone comes and says "Ho, Ho !"
They look like me dressed in red but I'm not fooled
On Christmas Eve even God looks like me

Carbon copy on the left side, carbon copy on the right
Carbon copy on the left side, carbon copy on the right

I can't trust doctors, no, they look like me I swear
Same dandruff in the hair, same look of mild exasperation
I swear it ain't the drink - I thought you'd mention that !
And if you lost some weight you'd look like me exact, exactly

Carbon copy on the left side, carbon copy on the right
Carbon copy on the left side, carbon copy on the right
Carbon copy on the left side, carbon copy on the right
Carbon copy on the left side, carbon copy on the right
Carbon copy on the left side, carbon copy on the right
Carbon copy on the left side, carbon copy on the right

Change
(Ron & Russell Mael)
The rain is falling down
I feel like a dog that's been kicked out into the street
I know that dogs can't drive cars
But that's about the only difference between us now
But wait, there's a rainbow over the freeway
And I think I feel the morning sun
Another song is number one
Golden days have just begun
Change. Every dog is gonna have his day
Change. Every loser's gonna have his way
Change. I don't care what other people say
Well, you can't argue all day long about whether love really exists or not
It's a complete waste of time
Like arguing about whether Santa Claus really exists or not
I got better things to do with my time
I got places that I've gotta be
And people that I've got to see
Mountains that I have to ski
Golden days ahead of me
Change. Every dog is gonna have his day
Change. Every loser's gonna have his way
Change. I don't care what other people say
Change. I know everything will be OK
Paradise was here, paradise is gone
Greece and Rome were here, Greece and Rome are gone
The Wild West was here, the Wild West is gone
Vaudeville was here, vaudeville is gone
Change. Every dog is gonna have his day
Change. I don't care what other people say
You know I've been thinkin' we'll get bck together again someday
Your hair will be some weird color by then
Maybe we'll just start off again as friends
I wonder when
Change. Every dog is gonna have his day
Change. Every loser's gonna have his way
Change. I don't care what other people say
Change. I know everything will be OK
Change. Every dog is gonna have his day
Change. Every loser's gonna have his way
Change. I don't care what other people say
Change. Just ignore them and they'll go away

Chase
Ron & Russell Mael
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Chile Farm Farney
(Sorry, we don't know who wrote this)
Chile Farm Farney is the town where all the people go
Chile Farm Farney stop the nation on the run
With a spoon

You will see the dancing tunes
You will see your school mates
You will see the common rates
If they're not at nude
If they're not yet nude
If your dreams are proved to be wrong, to be wrong

Chile Farm Farney is it really where you think it is
Chile Farm Farney what's your secret, can you let us in

No you can't come in today
No we can't oblige you
You will pass tomorrow noon
Weather permitting us to go on with the show
Who knows

(thanks to Yvonne Birchall for some corrections)

Cigarettes And Politics
(Ron and/or Russell Mael (?))
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Clothes
(J. Alanski / J. Duvall / Ron and Russell Mael)
Thanks Ola Martinsson for adjustments.

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
Think I just cannot go on
I'd rather pull the blankets over me
And sleep another day
But as I toss and turn I see
What's staring right into my eyes
My closet gives me strength to live another day
Another day

Clothes
Yeah, I love the haute couture
Clothes
They make me so mature
Clothes
They are worn most everyplace
Clothes
They can hide an ugly face

Some don't like them if they're bright
Polyester is allright
And be sure the label shows
It really makes the clothes

Clothes
They cover all you got
Clothes
They keep you cold and hot
Clothes
The designer tells no lies
Clothes
They attract the handsome guys

The spring collection's fine
Today I'm buying mine
And if the label shows
I surely love the clothes

Clothes
Woo oo oo ooo
Clothes
Woo oo oo ooo

I start my own boutique
I think my day's tres chic
And if my label shows
I sell a lot of clothes

Complaints
(Ron Mael)
Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, it's my department
Complaints, it's my department
Everything you wear's too tight and clashes with the candlelight
Just give it back, no questions asked

Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, stereophonic
Complaints, it's ironic
How they chatter, how they bore us like some avant- gardish chours
Just give it back, no questions asked

I'll dive off the mezzanine if one more points at crooked seams
A sign of shoddy workmanship, of Asiatic hands that slipped
Just give it back, no questions asked

Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, there's to many hours
Complaints, the bosses cower
Two weeks free from all complaining, it was due to our complaining
Take her to Spain, hear her complain

Now she says she is expecting
That's my fault for not protecting
Her from all the risks of passion
She's complining, she's old-fashioned
Just give it back, no questions asked

Complaints, it's my department
Complaints, it's my department

Computer Girl
Ron & Russell Mael
Thanks Charles Brucaliere

Computer girl
My computer girl
(this is a recording)

She's got no arms
She's got no legs
For computers have no limbs
(this is a recording)

At first she did not work right
At first she did not function

I took a hammer
I took some nails
I went hammer hammer hammer
Rat tat tat
Fix fix fix

My computer girl
My computer girl
(this is a recording)

Well if you like a date with her
Stick an IBM card in her stomach
Oh if you like a date with her
Place an IBM card in her stomach

Whoa if you like a date with my computer girl
You gotta take an IBM card and place it in her stomach
Oh thats what... thats what you gotta do
Oh computer girl

Computer girl
My computer girl

Concerto In Koch Minor
(Ron & Russell Mael - original vocals by Günther Koch (Famous German Soccer Radio Reporter))
Wunderbar, wunderbar, das ist wunderbar [wonderful, wonderful, this is wonderful]
Wunderbar, wunderbar, das ist wunderbar
Ohlala, das ist nicht zu fassen [ohlala, this is unbelievable]
Fussball, Fussball [soccer, soccer]
Ohlala, das ist nicht zu fassen
Das ist wunderbar

Jaja, wunderbar [yesyes, wonderful]
Jaja, wunderbar
Jaja, das ist wunderbar
Jaja, wunderbar
Jaja, wunderbar
Jaja, das ist wunderbar
Jaja

Ohlala, das ist nicht zu fassen
Fussball, Fussball
Ohlala, das ist nicht zu fassen
Das ist wunderbar

Tor! [score]
Bravo, Tor! [great, score]
Bravo, Tor!
Das ist wunderbar
Fussball
Bravo, Tor!
Bravo, Tor!
Das ist wunderbar
Fussball

Und das war klasse [and that was super]
Das war klasse
Und das war klasse
Ding dang dong [ding dang dong]
Das war klasse
Und das war klasse
Und das war klasse
Ding dang dong

Schön, schön... [beautiful, beautiful...]
Ding dang ding dang ding dang...
Schön, schön, schön

Wunderbar, wunderbar, das ist wunderbar
Wunderbar, wunderbar, das ist wunderbar

Ohlala, das ist nicht zu fassen
Fussball, Fussball
Ohlala, das ist nicht zu fassen
Das ist wunderbar

Jaja, wunderbar
Jaja, wunderbar
Jaja, das ist wunderbar
Jaja, wunderbar
Jaja, wunderbar
Jaja, das ist wunderbar
Jaja

Ohlala, das ist nicht zu fassen
Das ist wunderbar

Tor!
Bravo, Tor!
Bravo, Tor!
Das ist wunderbar
Fussball
Bravo, Tor!
Bravo, Tor!
Das ist wunderbar
Fussball

Und das war klasse
Das war klasse
Und das war klasse
Ding dang dong
Das war klasse
Und das war klasse
Und das war klasse
Ding dang dong
Das war klasse
Und das war klasse
Und das war klasse
Ding dang dong
Das war klasse
Und das war klasse
Und das war klasse
Jaja

Wunderbar, wunderbar, das ist wunderbar
Fussball
Wunderbar, wunderbar, das ist wunderbar
Fussball, Fussball, Fussball
Das ist wunderbar, wunderbar
Fussball, Fussball
Das ist wunderbar

Lyrics (and translation) provided by Rainer Baersdorf

Confusion
(Ron Mael)
I'm going back to see my girl
I hope it's all the same as then

I'm going back to see my girl
I hope it's all the same as then

Confusion, pardon the intrusion
This must not be the room I was in the other night
Confusion, an optical illusion, you see, you see
The number's the same as then
The color's the same as then
But something just isn't really right

Retrace your steps and see what happens, happens
Right from the doorway to your home
Back to your lonley room with
Only confusion
Was that her (yes, yes it was)
Was that him (yeah, yeah it was)
The girl was familiar but he wasn't me, no

Confusion, you think you know where you stand
But you're not even standing, you're flat on shaky ground
No clue then, and everything you knew then
Was only true in specialized cases, yes, in specialized cases
But in your case it wasn't true at all

Retrace your steps and see what happens, happens
Back to the day when you were born
Father and mother were just pictures, photos
The color was (the same as yours)
The surname (same as yours)
But you got the feeling, the feeling,
The feeling

Confusion, la tati
Confusion, oh pardon me
Confusion, la tati

It's lovely sitting next to you
There's no one within miles of you
It's lovely sitting next to you
There's no one within miles of you

Confusion, you think you know where you stand
But you're not even standing, you're flat on shaky ground
No clue then, and everything you knew then
Was only true in specialized cases, yes,
In specialized cases
But in your case, in your case
It wasn't the case, not at all

Cool Places
(Ron & Russell Mael)
I wanna go to cool places with you
I wanna take you cool places tonite
I wanna go where nobody's a fool
And no one says uh, "hey girl, need a light?"
I want to move like this and that
I minimum of chit chat
I never wanna cool down, cool down, cool, cool, cool
Cool places tonite

I gotta tell you, you're lookin' real good
They let us in so I'm feelin' all right
I like to go where sometimes they refuse
Yeah, I remember last Saturday nite
But I'm feeling cooler now
And they could tell we're cooler now
It's obvious we're cooler now, cooler now, cool, cool, cool
Cool places tonite

I wanna go, I wanna go, etc.

I want to go to cool places tonite
I wanna go to cool places with you
And after that we'll slip out for a bite
A coffee shop, and toast, coffee and juice
And then we'll sleep 'til 5 P.M.
And start it up all over again
I never want to cool down, cool down, cool, cool, cool

I wanna go, I wanna go, etc.

Dance Godammit
(Ron & Russell Mael)
It's the sound
Of today
Played so loud
You're in pain
I feel good
Really great
As I talk
To my feet
Dance Godammit, Dance Godammit
I get scared
When I'm alone
So I don't
Stay alone
I like clubs
I like girls
I like music
And that's it
Dance Godammit
Dance Godammit
I do leaps
I do splits
I do spins
I do dips
Wanna dance ?
Do you wanna dance ?
I get scared
When I'm alone
Ah, don't leave me
All alone
Wanna dance
Wanna dance
Wanna dance ?
Do you wanna dance ?
Dance Godammit
Dance Godammit

Dancing Is Dangerous
(Ron & Russell Mael)
Thanks to Neil Murray

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh

We'll never see daylight again
Once started it's on to the end
We've tried but we can't break away
As we dance, dance to the music
Dancing dancing
Dance, dance to the music
Dancing dancing

First step you forget where you are
Next step you forget who you are
I try but I can't break away
As I dance, dance to the music
Dancing dancing
Dance dance to the music
Dancing dancing

Dancing is dangerous, gently embraces us
Then won't let go till the end of our days

Tell me, is there life out there ?
This seems like a dream or a dare
Try leaving, you won't get away
As we dance, dance to the music
Dancing dancing
Dance, dance to the music
Dancing dancing

Ooh, dancing, ooh, dancing, ooh, dancing, etc.

David
(Laura Campbell)
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Descended From The Apes (Charlie Sexton)
(Ron & Russell Mael)
Thanks to Neil Murray

We are the wild ones, we stick together
We got to blow this place and stay away
Never looking back
So don't try to tame us
Cos we've a long long history

Descended from the apes
All we want to do is shake
Descended from the apes
All we want to do is shake
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh it'll be King Kong or it'll be Bonzo
And we gotta shake and shimmy all night long
On the planet of the apes
So don't try to tame us
And don't try to make us what we're not

Descended from the apes
All we want to do is shake
Descended from the apes
All we want to do is shake
Oh yeah, oh yeah

And we start grooving
I've been to be into on our chase
We start grooving
And I will end up in a mess

Descended from the apes
All we want to do is shake
Descended from the apes
All we want to do is shake
Oh yeah, oh yeah

We are the wild ones, let's stick together
And we've gotta shake and shimmy all night long
On the planet of the apes
We used to be human
A little like a bad man Davy Spoon
But now we're groovin'
And now we're howling at the moon

Descended from the apes
All we want to do is shake
Descended from the apes
All we want to do is shake
Descended from the apes
All we want to do is shake

Do Re Mi
(Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein)
Do, a dear, a female deer
Re, a smiling drop of sun
Mi, the name I call myself
Fa, a long long way to run
So, a needle pulling thread
La, the note that follows So
Ti, the drink I have with my bread
Wich would bring us back to Do

Don't Shoot Me
(Ron & Russell Mael)
I am a rhino
Plodding the jungle
Dinnertime's here and
"Baby I'm home"
Me and my baby
We are so happy
Then I smell vinyl
"Darling, let's run!"

Chorus:
Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down
Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down

I am a hippo
Sloshing through mud and Work is now over
"Baby, I'm home"
Isn't she lovely
Makes me feel comfy
Then I smell Jeeps and
"Darling, let's run!"

Chorus

Chorus

I'm a poor slob from
Reno, Nevada
I am a hunter of
Rhinos and hippos
Then I come home from Months in the bush
I'm tired, I'm weary
"Darling, I'm home"
"Darling, darling, what's wrong?"
"Darling, darling, what's wrong?"
"Darling, darling, who's he?"

Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down, down
Don't shoot me
Don't shoot me down, down, down
Nice shooting
Nice shooting, dear, dear, dear, dear
Nice shooting,
Nice shooting, dear

Dont Leave Me Alone With Her
(Ron Mael)
The Exodus is on
The impetus is gone
Nobodys having fun
How about another drink
Or maybe just a snack
The rest will be here soon
Here, let me take you mac
I know its started slow
Theres still no need to go

Dont leave me alone with her
Every home is Rome alone with her
And if you all go, who'll say no to her
Dont leave me alone with her
Dont my sweat and shaking register
Cause if you all go, who'll say no to her

You look at her and say, "She looks OK to me"
I look at her and say, "She looks OK to me"
The reasons very clear
You're watching her with me

Dont leave me alone with her
Every home is Rome alone with her
And if you all go, who'll say no to her

Unwitting chaperons, how come you cannot see
Unwitting chaperons, how come you cannot see
A Hitler wearing heels
A soft Simon Legree
A Hun with honey skin
De Sade who makes good tea
Dont leave me here to be
Dont leave me here yo be

Dont leave me alone with her
Dont my sweat and shaking register
Cause if you all go, who'll say no to her
Dont leave me alone with her
Dont leave me alone with her
Dont leave me alone with her

Dont leave me alone with her
Every home is Rome alone with her
And if you all go, who'll say no to her ...

Drama, Drama
(Ron and Russell Mael / Michel Moers)
Thanks to Åke Liljan Liljekvist

There's the alarm - there's my left arm - extraordinaire !
Gotta get up - coffee in cup - extraordinaire !
Medium toast - time to blow nose - extraordinaire !
Shower and shave - my name is dave - extraordinaire !
Drama - drama - drama
This sure ain't Broadway

I got a car - it always starts - extraordinaire !
I got a heart - it always beats - extraordinaire !

Drama - drama - drama
This sure ain't Broadway!
C'est epouvantable

I got a girl - she is a pearl - extraordinaire !
She's not a snop - she's not a slob - extraordinaire !
Her eyes are blue - what else is new ? - extraordinaire !
Lalalala...

Dream-O-Mat
(Ron and Russell Mael / Michel Moers)
Thanks to Neil Murray and Åke Liljan Liljekvist

Hello hello, oh baby, it's you
I love you but I hate what you put me through
You telephone every single night
You woke me, but that's alright
You're killing off my little dream
She's pretty, yeah, but so are you
She doesn't wake me like you do
I've got to have some sleep, please I beg you
I'll call you back tomorrow, now go to sleep
You're killing off my little dream

Dream-O-Mat, send me a dream
She killed the last one
Dream-O-Mat, send me a dream
She pulled a fast one
Dream-O-Mat, send me a dream
She killed the last one

Hello hello, oh baby it's you
I love you but I hate what you put me through
You're worse than a communist spy
They've shifty but they don't cry
You're killing off my little dream
She's really funny, yeah, but so are you
She doesn't worry, worry like you always do

Dream-O-Mat, send me a dream
She killed the last one
Dream-O-Mat, send me a dream
She pulled a fast one
Dream-O-Mat, send me a dream
She killed the last one

Hello hello, oh baby, it's you
I love you but I hate what you put me through
You're killing off my little dream
Hello hello, oh baby it's you

Dream-O-Mat, send me a dream
She killed the last one
Dream-O-Mat, send me a dream
She pulled a fast one

Dummy
(Ron and Russell Mael / Michel Moers)
Thanks to Gary Leeke

O say hello
O thank them for the cheers
Dummy your dad's tree
Dummy your mam's sky
Dummy hey i'm talking to you
Hey who's that dum one?
You need me I don't need you
Hey ain't you something
Without me, baby, you're through
O say good night
So long it's been a ball
Dummy you're heaven sent
Dummy you pay my rent
Hey who's that dum one?
You're a joke only a clown
Hey ain't you something
I want half - I want it now

Eaten By The Monster Of Love
(Ron & Russell Mael)
(Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, etc.)

Well, it's Saturday night and I'm still free
And I ain't never gonna be
Eaten by the monster of love

It's hard to fight it off much more
I hear it drooling by the door
Eaten by the monster of love

It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em
It chews them up and spits out creatures with those
Goo-gooy-ey eyes
Sick sickly smiles
It just isn't right

And my father said "don't worry, son"
But look at him, he should have run
Eaten by the monster of love

Well, it's worse than war, it's worse than death
There ain't too many left who ain't been
Eaten by the monster of love

Buy a dog and that might help
Sometimes, though, a dog gets grabbed and
Eaten by the monster of love

Eaten by the monster of love
Let it huff, let it puff
Eaten by the monster of love
I hate to gripe, but I just ain't the type

(Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, etc.)

I know some really good, good people
Overcome, and piece by piece they were
Eaten by the monster of love

Sometimes it takes a nip at me
But I'm too quick to ever be
Eaten by the monster of love

England
(Ron and Russell Mael)
Thanks to Madeline Bocaro, Tom Francis and Ola Martinsson.

I've just come back from England
With astounding, scientific sort of news
There exist in England living creatures
Much the same as me and you.

Sure, it sounds fantastic though,
But facts are facts most everywhere
That was in New York, it was in Paris, maybe the coast of Peru

No no no, no not fair, it was England
Yes it was, it was England
Yes it was, it was in her coal

How was England weather? much like ours but with a moister sort of air.
Their communication? much like ours but with a drier sort of air.
Reproduction? good question: final big surprise in there:
That's just like New York, just like Paris, just like the coast of Peru

No no no, me and her, there in England
Me and her, there in England
Me and her, there in England, oh

No no no, lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there in England, oh

England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...
England, oh, England...

No no no, lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there in England
Lots of fun, there and you know ?

Allright, I could tell you darling
That you feel it's just some wild wild fantasy.
In a parallel existence
Where we thought we masters really ought to be

Sure, go on and doubt it, that