Hey you
Don't watch that watch this
this is the heavy heavy monster sound
the nuttiest sound around
so if you've come in the off the street
and you're beginningto feel the heat
well listen buster you better start to move your feet
to the rockinest rock steady beat of madness
ONE STEP BEYOND!!!
one step beyond repeated.

My girl's mad at me
I didn't wanna see the film tonight
I found it hard to say
She thought I'd had enough of her
Why can't she see
She's lovely to me?
But I like to stay in
And watch t.v. on my own
Every now and then

My girl's mad at me
Been on the telephone for an hour
We hardly said a word
I tried and tried but I could not be heard
Why can't I explain?
Why do I feel this pain?

It's just gone noon half past monsoon
On the banks of the river Nile
Here comes the boat only half-afloat
Oarsman grins a toothless smile
Only just one more to this desolate shore
Last boat along the river Nile
Doesn't seem to care, no more wind in his hair
As he reaches his last half mile
The oar snaps in his hand before he reaches dry land
But the sound doesn't deafen his smile

Everything that I tell you, girl, every word that you hear
Every little whisper, let me make myself clear
There ain't no lies to deceive you, I love you too much for that
Every word that I say is true, you can believe me on that

My friends tell me jealous lies
Now I'm getting my goodbyes

Life without you, my dear
Was dull, as dull as can be
I ask you, my love, why not take me now

Urrrrh
What's the time?
I was trying to get some sleep

Attention, urrraaah, bridges
Sharkey, Nutley, Jackson, Thompson,Master

Well, as you can see we've got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story.

Who me sir?
Yes, you ssssir!

I was an innocent man till someone grassed me of a plan
Of earning some big a money

Buster, he sold the heat
With a rocksteady beat

An earthquake is erupting
But not in Orange street
A ghost dance is preparing
You got to help us with your feet
If you're not in the mood to dance
Step back, grab yourself a seat
This may not be uptown Jamaica
But we promise you a treat
Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance
Shuffle me off my feet
Even though I'll keep on running

Instrumental

Nice man George, newsagent on the corner,
Not very rich, but never any poorer,
Jaunty old George, a happy sixty-three,
Not very tall, but healthier than me.
He whistles timeless tunes as he saunters down the street,
Springs in his legs and elastic in his feet.

But in the middle of the night,
He steals through your garden,
Gives your hosiery a fright,
And doesn't say pardon.
As soft as a breeze,

Well there's a man I know
At least I used to years ago
I didn't really mind
He used to come 'round all the time

Of course he had to be fed
I had to give him a bed
He used to kip on my sofa
They used to call him a loafer

I've heard he's changed
A lot since then
But some of his ways
He just can't mend

Told the other day
That he'd offered to pay
He didn't like his dad
He earned all he ever had

Ooooo, I didn't talk too much, in fact not at all
But to ask for the price, I was to be no fool
Money's no time to waste or to shoot up the wall
You got the know how, the place did you take media school

She lead the way from the alley back to her house
Must not be seen going in, must not be seen coming out
She said I look mighty but thin she told me
I'm gonna give you a second helping

Instrumental

I used to work nights with my dad
It was the best job I ever had
Until them blokes on their bikes came through
Said "Come on down to youth, brother, see what's new"
Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight

Went to dance like they said I should
It cost me a bob, but it was quite good
The band were jumpin' and a-jivin' around
Their 20 Watt amps really made a sound

(Oy !) in the pub, about seven thirty
Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty
Him and mother go everywhere
Holds her hand without a care

Lived with mother for fourty years
The neighbourhood said that he must be queer
Normal folk a-just don't like that
Glad he can't hear behind his back

When mother dies, he will have a cry
'cos he'll be on his own

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
It's plain to see
That is what they mean to me
Madness, madness, they call it gladness, ha-ha

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
I'm about to explain
a-That someone is losing their brain
Hey, madness, madness, I call it gladness, yee-ha-ha-ha

Propaganda ministers

One, two, three, four
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
We're the Chipmunks, hear us roar
WE'RE THE CHIPMUNKS, HEAR US ROAR
Sound off, CHIPMUNKS
Sound off, CHIPMUNKS
One, two, three, four
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
One, two, three, four
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
One, two, THREE, FOUR

D'you have a good time tonight, boys?
YEP, WE SURE DID
Do you think the time is right, boys?
YEP, WE SURE DO
Sound off, CHIPMUNKS

(McPherson/Barson)
Waking up again another sleepless night
Climbing taller buildings more dreams of flight
In a pool of sweat not knowing what to do
No more earth-bound feelings a diff'rent point of view
Moment of truth he heads towards the building
His glazed eyes stare vacantly following his feelings
No turning back the door's already shutting

These are the streets I used to walk
On summer nights, sit out and talk
That’s the house where I used to live
I remember what I would give.

This is the town I won’t forget
And after anger there’s nothing left
Walking now round and round
Familiar sights are open ground.

Being here again
I can recall
Forgotten moments
The rise and fall.

We used to live where children play

Well Mrs. Hutchinson, you're looking healthy (huh)
But just in case,
Here's a pill a remedy.

Well Mrs. Hutchinson, this is something,
That little upset, I thought I'd diagnosed,
Well not to worry, it's not what I supposed.

You better sit down son your mother's very ill (ah)
We may have to operate it's more than just a chill.
But don't you worry, it's all in competent hands,

"i am Micheal Caine"

we'll get ya ya ya, we'll get ya, ya, ya

he's walking where
i'm afraid i don't know
i see the fireman jumping
from the windows
there's panic and i hear
somebody scream

he picks up useless paper
and puts it in my pocket
i'm trying very hard
to keep my fingers clean
i can't remember
tell me what's his name

all i wanted was a word

Received a letter just the other day,
Don't seem they wanna know you no more,
They've laid it down given you their score,
Within the first two lines it bluntly read.

You're not to come and see us no more,
Keep away from our door,
Don't come 'round here no more
What on earth did you do that for?

Our aunt, she don't wanna know she says,
What will the neighbours think they'll think,

Walls signed with autographs,
Ceilings full of echoed laughs,
Something's disappear.
Gurus on roller skates,
Capital for swinging fetes
The area is to be cleared.

A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to its grave.
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave.

Organ tinkling organ,
Marriage planning children,
Spinning, round and round.

Summer in London, watery sunshine,
A place in the city where I can go sometimes.
To get on a red bus and go anywhere,
See all the sights and not pay the fare,
Summer in London.

Chip on your shoulder, chips in your mouth,
Can you see the old lady, with tickets to tout.
Getting the tourists into their traps,
Taking their money, the shirts off their backs,
Summer in London.

Terry turns, he just cannot sleep
From the ceaseless noise out on the street
Its too hot, it’s too late
Theres nothing he can do but wait

Terry says I’m going nowhere fast
Nobody hears, theres no-one there
Julie wakes to find herself alone
Which comes as no suprise, no suprise
No suprise to be on her own

Its four in the morning,
Why don’t you call me
Im sorry I hurt you

Here they come again hop scotching up to my door
One by one again knockety knock knocking upon my floor
Swinging on my gate they gain entry by the yard
Pulling at my hair they scream paint your thoughts upon my card

But not tonight I've got studies to examine
Tomorrow I'll be watching all the Queen's men
A talent contest on Monday with my Uncle Sam

An insolent speck of youth
Being taken for a walk
So tightly by the ear
That he can hardly talk

Yesterday's men hang to today
To sing in the old-fashioned way
It must get better in the long run
Has to get better in the long run

A metropolitan marathon
Has been held today
But who you need to catch
Will be coming the other way

Yesterday's men hang to today
To sing in any old way

Whoa oh

Staggering home everybody sings
All the old songs the cockney routines
All the old women, all the young men
Try changing places then back again

Old man in the morning,
Young man at night
Breakfast full of wisdom
Until you hit the lights

Knock back the drinks , hitch up your skirt
Fall over backwords undo your shirt
Everyone shouting what a terrible state

Buster, he sold the heat
With a rocksteady beat

An earthquake is erupting
But not in Orange street
A ghost dance is preparing
You got to help us with your feet
If you're not in the mood to dance
Step back, grab yourself a seat
This may not be uptown Jamaica
But we promise you a treat
Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance
Shuffle me off my feet
Even though I'll keep on running

Instrumental

Instrumental

I didnt want to,
Leave you behind,
But your clothes werent stepping,
Into line.
Too much self pity,
Not enough nitty griity
And just when you were looking pretty
Pretty boring, pretty drab, out of date, colors bad,

You should know it stays the same.
No individuals things ever change.
But oif its new, its in the past.
Everything goes by so fast.
Upstaged by the supporting cast.

I used to work nights with my dad, it was the best job I ever had
Until them blokes on their bikes came through
Said Come on down to youth, brother, see what's new
Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight

Went to the dance like they said I should
It cost me a bob, but it was quite good
The band were jumpin' and a-jivin' around
Their 20 Watt amps really made a sound

Ooooo, I didn't talk too much, in fact not at all
But to ask for the price, I was to be no fool
Money's no time to waste or to shoot up the wall
You got the know how, the place did you take media school

She lead the way from the alley back to her house
Must not be seen going in, must not be seen coming out
She said I look mighty but thin she told me
I'm gonna give you a second helping

Hey you, don't watch that
Watch this!
This is the heavy heavy monster sound
The nuttiest sound around
So if you've come in off the street
And you're beginning to feel the heat
Well listen buster
You better start to move your feet
To the rockinest, rock-steady beat
Of Madness
One step beyond!

Hello Good Evening And Welcome

I've been down the high road towards the crossroads
To hear the sound thats buggin me.
Catchy little rhythms in music and rhyme, its that nutty sound you see.

Rhythm....

As I got nearer I heard it clearer , it started to affect my brain
Its that nutty rhythm that gets yout thinking your almost going insane.
I felt the greound shake,

It's just gone noon half past monsoon
On the banks of the river Nile
Here comes the boat only half-afloat
Oarsman grins a toothless smile
Only just one more to this desolate shore
Last boat along the river Nile
Doesn't seem to care, no more wind in his hair
As he reaches his last half mile
The oar snaps in his hand before he reaches dry land
But the sound doesn't deafen his smile

My girl's mad at me
I didn't wanna see the film tonight
I found it hard to say
She thought I'd had enough of her
Why can't she see
She's lovely to me?
But I like to stay in
And watch t.v. on my own
Every now and then

My girl's mad at me
Been on the telephone for an hour
We hardly said a word
I tried and tried but I could not be heard
Why can't I explain?
Why do I feel this pain?

(Oy !) in the pub, about seven thirty
Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty
Him and mother go everywhere
Holds her hand without a care

Lived with mother for fourty years
The neighbourhood said that he must be queer
Normal folk a-just don't like that
Glad he can't hear behind his back

When mother dies, he will have a cry
'cos he'll be on his own

Mistakes

It's not so easy to find out later
About the necessary knowledge for survival,
You think you know enough to get you through life
But find out too late of chances passed by.

An early start is not so important
But timing is most essential,
Opportunity gone is gone forever
You'll never know how much you could have been.

And once gone, gone forever
as You will find out to your cost

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
It's plain to see
That is what they mean to me
Madness, madness, they call it gladness, ha-ha

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
I'm about to explain
a-That someone is losing their brain
Hey, madness, madness, I call it gladness, yee-ha-ha-ha

Propaganda ministers

Urrrrh
What's the time?
I was trying to get some sleep

Attention, urrraaah, bridges
Sharkey, Nutley, Jackson, Thompson,Master

Well, as you can see we've got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story.

Who me sir?
Yes, you ssssir!

I was an innocent man till someone grassed me of a plan
Of earning some big a money

There is such confusion in my mind,
To play your illusion is so unkind,
I didn't know who you were this afternoon,
You said that it didn't matter and I'll see you soon.

Standing here in the rain,
Maybe the weather will change again,
Change again or stay the bleeding same.

How I met you in the first place I'll never know,
But now I think I know you you're telling me to go, ho, ho,

Nice man George, newsagent on the corner,
Not very rich, but never any poorer,
Jaunty old George, a happy sixty-three,
Not very tall, but healthier than me.
He whistles timeless tunes as he saunters down the street,
Springs in his legs and elastic in his feet.

But in the middle of the night,
He steals through your garden,
Gives your hosiery a fright,
And doesn't say pardon.
As soft as a breeze,

Its all Eggs Bacon Beans and a Fried Slice.

Did you see the one, yeah yeah,
The one they wrote in the paper just the other day,
well, well would you believe it,
Well what I said, they took it all the wrong way.
Now you've gotta be careful, 'bout what you say,
Cos they've got a bad habit
Were you reading in between the lines?
Or is that what I said?, now I just cant remember

In the earliest days of my shoplifting career,
You could safely say I was filled with fear.
It was nail biting work from the very start,
But several quick sucesses soon gave me heart.
After a while I could pick or nick or steal,
Some shirts some trousers and a few LPs.
No-one ever stopped me, they didn't seem to care.
It sometimes seemed to me that there was no-one there.

One, two, three, four
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
We're the Chipmunks, hear us roar
WE'RE THE CHIPMUNKS, HEAR US ROAR
Sound off, CHIPMUNKS
Sound off, CHIPMUNKS
One, two, three, four
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
One, two, three, four
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR
One, two, THREE, FOUR

D'you have a good time tonight, boys?
YEP, WE SURE DID
Do you think the time is right, boys?
YEP, WE SURE DO
Sound off, CHIPMUNKS

Everything that I tell you, girl, every word that you hear
Every little whisper, let me make myself clear
There ain't no lies to deceive you, I love you too much for that
Every word that I say is true, you can believe me on that

My friends tell me jealous lies
Now I'm getting my goodbyes

Life without you, my dear
Was dull, as dull as can be
I ask you, my love, why not take me now

Well there's a man I know
At least I used to years ago
I didn't really mind
He used to come 'round all the time

Of course he had to be fed
I had to give him a bed
He used to kip on my sofa
They used to call him a loafer

I've heard he's changed
A lot since then
But some of his ways
He just can't mend

Told the other day
That he'd offered to pay
He didn't like his dad
He earned all he ever had

(Smyth/Barson)
Trying hard, I thought I'd done my best
All my life, I can't get no rest
Some who've closed the door before
Say I can't carry on no more.
I hear them saying
Tomorrow's just another day
I hear them saying
And it gets better every day
I hear them saying
Tomorrow's just another day
Listened long, tried to take it in
All these facts leave me in the swim

I can read what's going through your mind,
I can see what you hide in your eyes,
yeas, I'm gonna put a spell on you,
Just to see exactly what you'll do

I'm a wizard
and there's magic in the air
I'm a sinner
and my friend you'd best beware
there's magic everywhere

can you see the formal in the sky?
time like water flows by till we die
every moment wasted leaves its mark

I am the communicator
I said I am the communicator
And I go
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ya-ya-ya
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ya-ya-ya
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ya-ya-ya
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ya-ya-ya

Unconditional love
Nothing but reconciliation
Standing room now only
For the Madness nation
Got to get a tickle on a ticket for the grand slam station
All aboard for the Madness nation

Staggering home, the headlights throw a shadow up and upon
Friends and loved-ones that have done no wrong,
But no longer mean anything to me.
Oh am I mumbling on, into a crystal glass that echoes a song?
The enticement invites you along a path of exterior colour.

But come the morning, shivering and contorting,
To border on the brink for just another sink - oh take me down,
For one more round.

Johnny the horse was kicked to death
He died for entertainment

Would you believe he came out well
He had a bright inquiring mind
His family knew that he'd go far
If he applied his time

But he started out standing on corners
And talking out loud, too loud
You see he couldn't believe in himself or the world
Or anything he heard

It seems a million years ago

I know there's time,
I know there's time,
I know there's time,
For us,
I know there's time

If I didn't care,
Would it be the same?
If I didn't care,
Would I feel this way?
If this isn't love,
Then why do I thril?
And what makes my head go round and round,
While my heart stands still?
If I didn't care,
Would it be the same?
Would my every prair
Begin and end with just your name?

good morning miss
can i help you son?
sixteen today and up for fun
i'm a big boy now or so they say
so if you'll serve me i'll be on my way

box of balloons, with the featherlight touch
pack of party poppers, that pop in the night
a toothbrush and hairspray, plastic grin
Mrs Clay on the corner has just walked in

welcome to the house of fun
now i've come of age

I've been driving in my car
It's not quite a Jaguar
I bought it at Primrose Hill
From a bloke from Brazil

It was made in fifty-nine
In a factory by the Tyne

It says 'Morris' on the door
The GPO owned it before
I drive it for my job
The guvenor calls me a slob

But i don't really care
Give me some gas and the open air

It's a bit old but it's mine
I mend it in my spare time

We want Freddie for our leader
Freddie is a man of class
We want Freddie for our leader
All stand and raise your champagne glass

Gentlemen and assassins and ladies of the night
I call upon you this evening in the hope of shedding some light
I can't go into detail or finger unfounded fools
But there are some here amongst us that are not playing to the rules

(Thompson/Barson)
Could it be someone's telling lies
Or could it be that I'm getting wise
Awoke myself from a nose-dive glide
I caught myself but you've lost all pride
I'm not going with you
Won't you come on with me ?
See your world in a drift fly past
So good the feeling you want to last
I'm not going with you
Would you come on with me ?
I'm not here to watch day and night

(McPherson/Barson)
Date of last revision: January 26, 1995.
Please observe my continental alligator skin line shoulder bag
I've covered it in stickers from far and wide
And stuffed it full of suits and matching ties
I've travelled on the seas and I've travelled on the land
And there's not a single person I can't understand
I've forgotten the languages and wave my cash

A straw headed woman, and a barrel chested man,
A pocket full of posies with a hat brim full of sand,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
A dog chasing the tumbleweeds, across the sandy floor,
That drift along the platform, through the ticket office door,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,