B-Side Babies! lyrics

Your'e living up to someone's image of yourself
Crawling like a helpless infant on the floor
You turn down bread for the want of a steak
What's worth waking up in a cold sweat for?
You know, it could have been good
And it could have been fine, you know
You're living up to someone's image of yourself
Devastated they don't really give a damn

Adam Ant

Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming
Just crossed over into Mexico
Lock up your pigsty and your daughters
Cos if it moves, you know old Juanito

Young ladies he likes to ravish
He knows how to make them wet
And if he can't, he'll dig himself a hole
or go looking for your favorite pet, Ole

They call him Juanito the bandito
Lock up your things, you'll be robbed

From the "Antmusic" EP
I was walking down the street
I saw a man with one arm
I was walking down the same street, same street
I saw a man with one arm
One day, two men, one arm......KICK!
I was sitting on the underground
I saw a young lady sigh
I was sitting on the same train, same train
I saw a check lady cry
One day, two men, one arm......KICK!

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

The murder happy characters have such fun
They murder happy characters one by one
You want a second chance
But you don't get one

And the good guys hate the bad guys
And the bad guys hate the good guys
And we call this making history
And we call this making history
And we call this making history
And we call this making history

The murder happy characters like to creep

Adam Ant
I want to date you maybe
I want to take you out
I want to wine and dine you
I want to twist and twist and shout
I want you hard in my arms
I want you soft on my bed
You get the keys to my heart
When you wear that sweet dress
(You know, the short one)
But you're so physical
Physical
For me
You're just too physical
Physical
For me
I want your rough house baby

Adam Ant

I got a heart on my arm
It says pure sex
It hurt
I mean it
Yeah

Red red scab
Red red scab
Red red scab

I got it till I die
Or till I reach orgasmo
I'm gonna get myself a girl with a gun
She's gonna blow my throbbing brains out
Yeah

Adam Ant

Why?
Oh why?
Tell me why?
Do girls Love..
Horses?
Why?
Oh why?
Tell me why?
Do girls Love..
Horses?

Is it Gos they're round?
Or they're six feet off the ground?
Is it because they're on top?
Or the clippety clop?

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

I will love you each day of my life
And when I die they can
Fetch them a knife
Cut me open
Written on by brain
And in my heart they'll find a name
It'll be yours, yours, yours, yours
A love dare not speak its name
If you wanna be happy
Live out of the past
Make your new lover
As good as the last
Or better...
Please don't love me
For what I'm not

Ten - dress it up
Nine - dress it up
Eight - dress it up
Seven - dress it up, dress it up
Six...
Fa fa fa fa fa five...
Hey hey what do you sayþ?þ
Had me a woman she ran away
Warned me one time, warned me twice
Found me out and it weren't too nice
Hey hey what do you say?
Had me a woman she ran away
Can the chatter, bye bye dear
Carve me a crimson career

Adam Ant

My baby says I mistreat her
I don't know about that
I only know when I beat her
She like to call me a -

She keeps on playing those B-side records
All day long in the flat
"They're a little bit obscure" she says
I call her a -

B-side baby
And that's that
She's just a B-side baby
And that's a fact

I think "Punk" is an overused word

Adam Ant

I've got a fetish for you
A fetish for me
A fetish for coffee
I've got a fetish for tea

I've got a fetish for Brando
A fetish for cats
A fetish for ladies in Christian Dior hats
I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick
I've got a fetish and that means I'm sick
So very sick
I go

Any more for the Christian D'or?
Any more for the Christian D'or?

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one

At the screen on the green now

Fall out

Fall out (ooh yeah)
Fall out

Fall out (ooh yeah)

Fall out

Fall out (ooh yeah)

Fall out (oh oh)

At the screen on the green now

Ooh ooh ooh-ooh

Ooh ooh ooh-ooh

Ooh ooh ooh-ooh

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one

Adam Ant

I'm a friend of Mr. Pastry
I'm a friend of Allen Jones
I'm a friend of Shirley Bassey
I'm a friend of your chromosomes

I'm a friend of Stuart Sutcliffe
I'm a friend of Michael Miles
I'm a friend of Jim Morrison
I'm a friend of Nobby Stiles

I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend
I'm a friend of a friend but you don't know me

Adam Ant

Party's over it's time to change
Shoes away I neatly arrange
Next the hairdo
On the block
Put away my lovely frock
T.V.-T.V.

Underwear all tidied away
Thirty eight bust just for a day
Heels so high
My furs so fine
All a woman's things, they are mine
T.V. - T.V.

Oh, I'm a joyous glad T.V.
Why don't you come T.V. with me?
I know a girl who loves to dress me

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
When you get a number one
The only way is down
And if you have a sticky patch
They start looking, start looking around
Listen close to what men say
Take what you want
And throw the rest away
When you get a number one
The only way is down
And if you have a sticky patch
They start looking, start looking around
In the night when things go bump
Think of me think

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

Bang bang you're dead
Did not did too
Stop diddy-bopping buddy
Bouncing Betty on you

I try to tell you but you just don't understand
You've got my entire life in your hands
Vive le rock, vive le rock
Oh well you don't know what you're missing
'Cos you don't know what you got.

And if the enemy don't see it your way
Be smart, play dead, live to fight a new day