10cc lyrics

I looked in the mirror
(What did you see looking at you)
I saw a nine stone weakling
(What will you do)

Dynamic Tension waiting for you
Dynamic Tension make a man out of you

I opened my magazine
(What did you see)
I saw Mr. France
(What did he have)
A girl on each shoulder
(What else)
And one in his pants

Dynamic Tension can do this for you
Dynamic Tension make a man out of

Nobody sends me birthday cards
Nobody brings me flowers
I'm just here for operations
I've been out for hours

When I come to I'll wet my bed
'Cos when I get mad I sink so low
As matron knows
I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me
Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me

And when I go to that seedy ward
Up in the sky

One fine day I started writing home
One finds
It's so hard
To make it

It's gotta be the right time
It's gotta be the right kind line
It's gotta be the mainline

It's gotta be
It better be
So let it be

One fine day

Oh Donna
You made me stand up
You made me sit down, Donna
Sit down, Donna
Sit down
You made stand up

Donna waiting by the telephone
Donna waiting for the phone to ring

Oh Donna
You make me break up
You make me break down, Donna
Break down, Donna
Break down
You make me break up

Meanwhile waiting by the telephone
Donna is waiting for the phone to ring

"Hello, darling
Yes I love you darling

Johnny don't do it
Johnny don't do it
Johnny don't do it
Johnny don't do it

Johnny was an angel
An angel dressed in black
He used to hang around the guys
Down at the local track
He tried so hard to join them
But they always turned him back

Johnny don't do it
He was an angel
Johnny don't do it
Such an angel

He was only 17
Just got out of school
He stole a bike from Joe's garage

Ships don't just disappear in the night
Do they
People don't really die of fright
Do they
We all know it just ain't so

So don't be afraid when the table shakes
Don't you
Don't be amazed when your shadow quakes
Don't you
Start to pray they'll go away

And then they can't do nothing to ya
They can't do nothing to ya
They just keep walking through ya

Better be nice to Vincent Price

I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail

Well the band were playing
And the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at Precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time

I got me a job on the local paper
Everybody there thinks I'm nice
But they'd better look twice
'Cos it isn't me
I wanna be

Headline hustler
Scandal maker
Headline hustler
Money taker

You keep writing me letters
But I haven't got time
I'm busy looking at photographs
But they'd better not be from the BBC
You're gonna hear from me

Headline hustler
Scandal maker
Headline hustler
Money taker

Gonna meet you on the corner
Gonna take you out of town
Out to where the grass is greener
And no one can be found
Gonna be there in the morning
Gonna take you by the hand
Gonna get out of the city
Gonna get back to the land
Waterfall, and it's fallin' down on me
Waterfall, and it's fallin' down
But it ain't gonna let me be
Gonna be there in the morning
Gonna take you by the hand

Do the Wall Street shuffle
Hear the money rustle
Watch the greenbacks tumble
Feel the Sterling crumble
You need a yen to make a mark
If you wanna make money
You need the luck to make a buck
If you wanna be Getty, Rothschild
You've gotta be cool on Wall Street
You've gotta be cool on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums

So say one and so say all
Say what you gotta say
Or don't say nothing at all
You been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nights
While the Bronx below you fights to stay alive

So say one and so say all
Be what you gotta be
Or don't be nothing at all

Be gracious to your mother
When you leave this neighbourhood
The change is going to do her good
Next to me you look bad

I'm dancing on the White House lawn
Sipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn
Hanging round the gardens of Babylon
Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up, c'mon pluto
She gets more fan mail than the Pope, own up, own up
She takes the Mickey out of all my phobias
Like signing cheques to ward off double pneumonia
Life is a minestrone, served up with parmesan cheese

[Instrumental]

I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a hole in my shoe
And my toes are getting colder
I got ants in my pants
I got fries in my thighs
I got a bone in my nose
I got frit in my ass
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a flee in my ear
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I got a ticket for the train
And I'm ready to leave
I got a rockin' pneumonia

Hey toots, you put the life into living
You brought a sigh into sight
Ah hon, you make my legs turn to water
You bring the stars out at night
But they ain't half so bright
As your eyes
Gee whiz, you take the beauty out of beautiful
You play the strings of my heart
Oh babe, you take the wonder out of wonderful
Oh my, oh my, and my, if you were mine
The rain would turn to sweet sweet wine

Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways

Hey kids, let me tell you how I met your mom
We were dancin' and romancin' at the Senior Prom
It was no infatuation
But a gradual graduation
From a boy to a man
Let me tell you while I can
The soda pop came free

Hey Sis, one kiss, and I was heaven bound
Now who would have guessed Milton's paradise lost could be found
But in the eyes of the Dean, his daughter

4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
Well I don't like the way you work
It's all I can do
Working on a number
My fingers to the bone on my guitar
Working on a number
My fingers to the bone on my piano
All I got the end of the day
Is a message from the King
4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
4% of something's

[Instrumental]

I need some money to open doors
I won't bend over or lick your paws
You got me red, I'll get me black
My tar town checks come bouncin' back
He wears my suit to make a good impression
He didn't come here for no mad concession
Don't rip me off
'Cause I'm a
Blue chip [Long hair]
Gilted [Weirdo]
Carte blanche, bona fide
18 carat man of means
My joint account goes up in smoke

[Part One: One Night In Paris]

Sacre bleu!
Bonjour, monsieur, Paris really welcomes you.
It's the best room in the house.
It's 40 francs a night, alright?
It's crazy, it isn't worth a centime.
I'll take it.
Merci, monsieur
Rouged lips in the gaslight
A great view of the hall
That's the way the croissant crumbles after all
Paris is only one step away
Les girls are out on bail

I saw you so pretty
Your face lit up the city
Two worlds came together
The memory stays for evermore

So different your fashion
You were the main attraction
Heads turning in wonder
I felt myself go under
i(AOomaaaaaooma...)/i
`Ooh I'm a drowning man
Save me please
I need you so give me a helping hand

Nothing can stop you when you
Feel the love
No chains can hold you when you

All booked up for u

dont need no ticket
dont need no reservation
i've got my table set for two
dont bring no money,
just your imagination
for all the things that we can do.
I skip my entree
n'stick to table water
i've got my main course for desert
i dim the lights
the dj can take a hike
cause we dont need no chaprone tonight

Cause all i want is what you got
all seats taken

Another fish head in the dust bin
Another loser in the que for the soup kitchen
Another reason for a visit
We think you better come down
Another nigger on the wood pile
Another honky on the dole
Another trip from off the 15th floor

The greatest story ever told
Was so wrong
So wrong

Cause you promised milk and honey
And an everlasting life
But we listened with our ears closed

Arne går mot døra,
tenker tanker han har tenkt tusen ganger fra før av.
Er som vanlig kledd i svart,
et blekt blekt annsikt med en matchende bart,en matchende bart.

Trappa virker jævla lang,Arne nynner på en depresiv sang.
Nede venter nåkk en dør,"før jeg når den"tenker Arne
"er jeg sikker på jeg dør."