Fantastic! lyrics

Hey everybody take a look at me,
I've got street credibility,
I may not have a job,
But I have a good time,
With the boys that I meet "down on the line"

I DON'T NEED YOU
So you don't approve,
Well, who asked you to?
HEY, JERK YOU WORK
This guy's got better things to do
HELL
I ain't never gonna work, get down in the dirt
I choose, to cruise
Gonna live my life, sharp as a knife

Hey sucker
(What the hell's got into you)
Hey sucker
(Now there's nothing you can do)

Well I hadn't seen your face around town awhile,
So I greeted you, with a knowing smile,
When I saw that girl upon your arm,
I knew she won your heart with a fatal charm.
I said "Soul Boy, let's hit the town!"
I said "Soul Boy, what's with the frown"
But in return, all you could say was

[Chorus:]
Come On, Everybody!
Get on, with your party!
And don't let nobody say you're wrong.
O.K.
So you've lost control,
But they'll never steal your soul
No way!
That they're gonna spoil your fun.

Greedy men, in far off places,
Don't be afraid to show your faces.
We know what you've done is wrong,
But clap your hands, and sing along now!
Don't even bother, to let us know,

I watch you breathe, I cannot sleep,
I touch your hair, I kiss your skin,
And hope the morning sun won't wake you too soon.
For when you wake, and look at me,
You never know, you just might see,
Another boy who crept in your room...
Take your time...(that's what you told me),
Take your time...
But I fell head first, and I just don't know what to do.

[Chorus:]
Nothing looks the same in the light,

Let me take you to the place
Where membership's a smiling face,
Brush shoulders with the stars.
Where strangers take you by the hand,
And welcome you to wonderland -
From beneath their panamas...

[Chorus:]
Club Tropicana, drinks are free,
Fun and sunshine - there's enough for everyone.
All that's missing is the sea,
But don't worry, you can suntan!

Castaways and Lovers meet,

[Chorus:]
WHAM! BAM!
I AM! A MAN!
JOB OR NO JOB,
YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT I'M NOT.
DO! YOU!
ENJOY WHAT YOU DO
IF NOT, JUST STOP!
DON'T STAY THERE AND ROT!

You got soul....
You got soul....
I said get, get, get on down,
Said get, get, get, on down.
Hey everybody take a look at me,
I've got street credibility,
I may not have a job,
But I have a good time,
With the boys that I meet "down on the line"

["Miracles' classic record" recorded on Tamla/Motown in 1976 by Billy Griffin & the Miracles.]
[This composition was written and published by Billy Griffin & Pete Moore (Grimora Publishing & Jobete)]

[Chorus:]
I'm just a love machine
And I won't work for nobody but you,
I'm just a love machine,
A huggin', kissin' friend.

I think it's high time you knew,
Whenever I think of you,

Move it move it, baby
Can't you see I'm ready to dance
And I can't stop this rhythm in my heart.
Move it move it baby,
Can't you see I'm ready to dance
Without this beat my life would fall apart.
Shuffle on your feet till the floor is hot,
Gonna make a lot of money,
Gonna break your heart.
Watch out boy, (watch out boy)
Shuffle on your feet till the floor is hot,
Gonna make a lot of money,

Woo-woo
Dear mummy, Dear Daddy,
You had plans forme, I was your only son.
And long before this baby boy could count to three,
You knew just what he would become.
Run along to school,
No child of mine grows up a fool,
Run along to school.
When you tried to tell me what to do,
I just shut my mouth and smiled at you,
One thing that I know for sure

BAD BOYS
Stick together, never Sad Boys
GOOD GUYS