Best Of lyrics

I met him in a crowded room
Where people go to drink away their gloom
He sat me down and so began
The story of a charmless man
Educated the expensive way
He knows his claret from his beaujolais
I think he'd like to have been Ronnie Kray
But then nature didn't make him that way
He went....

Na na na na na na na na naaa (x2)
He thinks his educated airs
Those family shares
Will protect him

Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day
The demons go away
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
That we have

Beetlebum, what you done?
She's a gun, now what you done?
Beetlebum
Get nothing done, you beetlebum
Just get numb, now what you done
Beetlebum
And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on and all my violence gone
Nothing is wrong, I just slip away
And I am gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I am gone
Beetlebum, because you're young
She's a gun, now what you done?

It's over
You don't need to tell me
I hope you're with someone who makes you
Feel safe in your sleeping tonight
I won't kill myself, trying to stay in your life
I got no distance left to run

When you see me
Please turn your back and walk away
I don't want to see you
Cos I know the dreams that you keep is wearing me
When your coming down, think of me here
I got no distance left to run

See her face
Everyday
See her face
Doesn't help me
See her face
Everyday
See her face
Doesn't help me

She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her
She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her

Think of her
Everyday
Think of her
Doesn't help me
Think of her
Everyday
Think of her
Doesn't help me

She's so high
She's so high
She's so high

All these dirty words
(Jusqu'a la fin)
They make us look so dumb
(En plein soleil)
Been drinking far too much
(Jusqu'a la fin)
And neither of us mean what we say
(En plein amour)

Well you and I
Collapsed in love
And it looks like we might have made it, yes
It looks like we've made it to the end

What happened to us
(Jusqu'a la fin)
Soon it will be gone forever
(En plein soleil)

And into the sea goes pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea
Hit traffic on the Dogger bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and go asleep
And the radio says

This is a low
But it won't hurt you
When you're alone it will be there with you
Finding ways to stay solo

On the Tyne Forth and Cromarty
There's a low in the high forties

You really got me seeing you
Really got me done y'all
Music is my radar
Really topped my joy y'all

Really topped my radio
Really got me done y'all
Dealing I'll be seeing you
Really got my beats now, on my ear now...

Aah don't stop me now, x7

Really got me changing from my bill from job
Into a new life, oh you really got
Really got me singing elsewhere, oh my girl

Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day
The demons go away
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind

Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
Come on, Come on, Come on
Get through it
Come on, Come on, Come on
Love's the greatest thing
That we have

Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday -
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances looking for

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love (x2)

Avoiding all work
Because there's none available

I met him in a crowded room
Where people go to drink away their gloom
He sat me down and so began
The story of a charmless man
Educated the expensive way
He knows his claret from his beaujolais
I think he'd like to have been Ronnie Kray
But then nature didn't make him that way
He went....

Na na na na na na na na naaa (x2)
He thinks his educated airs
Those family shares
Will protect him

She said there's ants in the carpet
Dirty like monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning TV
You're looking so healthy

We all say
Don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'Cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of the century... oh, it's nothing special

Sex on the TV

(So the story begins)

City dweller
Successful fella
Thought to himself:
Oops, I've got a lot of money
Caught in a rat race
Terminally
I'm a professional cynic
But my heart's not in it
I'm paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught up in the century's anxiety
Yes, it preys on him
He's getting thin

(Try the simple life)

He lives in a house
A very big house
In the country

Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade
Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order
From a man in a tee-pee in California
He said he once was that great game show performer
Then he blew all his money away, blew it all away
So take me home, don't leave me alone

He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails
Trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow
London ice cracks on a seamless line
He's hanging on for dear life
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la
La la la la la la la la (x3)
Holding on for tomorrow
...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

She's a twentieth century girl
With her hands on the wheel

See her face
Everyday
See her face
Doesn't help me
See her face
Everyday
See her face
Doesn't help me

She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her
She's so high
She's so high
She's so high
I want to crawl all over her

Think of her
Everyday
Think of her
Doesn't help me
Think of her
Everyday
Think of her
Doesn't help me

She's so high
She's so high
She's so high

Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday -
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances looking for

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love (x2)

Avoiding all work
Because there's none available

All these dirty words
(Jusqu'a la fin)
They make us look so dumb
(En plein soleil)
Been drinking far too much
(Jusqu'a la fin)
And neither of us mean what we say
(En plein amour)

Well you and I
Collapsed in love
And it looks like we might have made it, yes
It looks like we've made it to the end

What happened to us
(Jusqu'a la fin)
Soon it will be gone forever
(En plein soleil)

Beetlebum, what you done?
She's a gun, now what you done?
Beetlebum
Get nothing done, you beetlebum
Just get numb, now what you done
Beetlebum
And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on and all my violence gone
Nothing is wrong, I just slip away
And I am gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I am gone
Beetlebum, because you're young
She's a gun, now what you done?

You've taken the fun
Out of everything
You're making me run
When I don't want to think
You've taken the fun
Out of everything
I don't want to think at all

There's no other way
There's no other way
All that you can do is watch them play

You've taken the fun
Out of everything
You're making it clear when I don't want to think
You're taking me up when I don't to go up anymore

Do you feel like a chain store?
Practically floored
One of many zeros
Kicked around bored
Your ears are full but your empty
Holding out your heart
To people who never really
Care how you are

So give me Coffee and TV
History
I've seen so much
I'm going blind
And I'm braindead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me

She said there's ants in the carpet
Dirty like monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning TV
You're looking so healthy

We all say
Don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'Cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of the century... oh, it's nothing special

Sex on the TV

I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasn't easy
But nothing is, no
Whoo hoo!
Well I feel heavy metal
Whoo hoo!
And I'm pins and I'm needles
Whoo hoo!
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time and I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet ya
I got my head done
When I was young
It's not my problem
It's not my problem
Whoo hoo!
Well I feel heavy metal
Whoo hoo!
And I'm pins and I'm needles

This is the next century
Where the universal's free
You can find it anywhere
Yes, the future has been sold
Every night we're gone
And to karaoke songs
How we like to sing a long
Although the words are wrong

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you, well just let them go

(Shouting in reverse)
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as (parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as
(parklife)
John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons they love a bit of it
(parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching... you should cut down on your porklife mate... get some

It's over
You don't need to tell me
I hope you're with someone who makes you
Feel safe in your sleeping tonight
I won't kill myself, trying to stay in your life
I got no distance left to run

When you see me
Please turn your back and walk away
I don't want to see you
Cos I know the dreams that you keep is wearing me
When your coming down, think of me here
I got no distance left to run