Dirk Wears White Sox lyrics

Adam Ant
I'm sick of coming home and watching TV.
I just can't stand it when you sit next to me
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter
I'll get by with another
Baby go to hell
Your perspirations brought the wallpaper down
I just can't stand it when you walk into town
I'd love to kiss you baby fall for your charms
but that's all over when you lift up your arms

A man and a woman walking down the
street
with a son and a daughter it was oh so sweet
when Mummy turned to Daddy and she
said:
'my dear, write out your will the end is near'
then she pulled out the gun
I saw the sparks
messed up the suit that he'd bought from
Marks
because

she'd heard the voices from Outer Space

after nine years in the army
they took away his brain
they tattooed "defect" on his brow
and signed him up again

he killed ten thousand germans
a hundred japanese
a family of hindus
and a lot of portugese
nine plan failed

I could never see the point
of showing them you're boss
when they drag you through the city streets

don't like your stare
don't like the arm in the air
your style is so brash
and that silly moustache

it was, tabletalk

the evil I see
sends bad vibrations through me
and oh what a square
with your diagonal hair

it was, tabletalk

l said to gilly
'how do you do tabletalk?'
'how do you do tabletalk?'
and this is what she said;

I went to the zoo
to look at the animals
the first thing I saw
was a wallfull of handclaps
some wearing green hats
and all sucking chocky bars
so I went and looked at
the three horned chameleon

the idea

he walked up and down
just trying to get close to me
a split little hand
scratching at the glass
I looked at the snakes

when I met you you were just sixteen
pulling the wings off flies
when an old lady got hit by a truck
I saw the wicked gleam in your eyes
your sadistic suits my masochistic
and theres a whip in may valise on yeah

who taught you to torture?
who taught ya?
who taught ya?
who taught ya?
who taught ya?

describe the special punishment room
over my garage, theres a

lock up your brain
because I'm here again
I'm never bored to steal your chords
ooh-ooh Zerox Machine
ooh-ooh Zerox Machine

give me a line
or a middle eight
I've got the best so I want the rest
ooh-ooh Zerox Machine
ooh-ooh Zerox Machine

lets get together before its too late
collect up the ideas, duplicate
filling up the forms, send them off tonight

uno, due, tre, quattro ...

Marinetti Boccioni, Carra Balla Palasechi!
Marinetti Boccioni, Carra Balla Palasechi!
Futurist Manifesto!
Futurist Manifesto!

war is the worlds lowly hygeine
energy and fearlessness
racing car the beauteous beast
hurl defiance at the stars

Futurist Manifesto!

Voices of animals animals men!
Voices of animals animals men!

have you ever had a ride in a light blue car?
have you ever stopped to think
who's the slave and who's the master?
have you ever had trouble with your
automobile?
have you ever had to
push push push push?

cartrouble
you might have seen them very busy at the
weekends licking and polishing the beep-
beeps into
shape and then its proudly up the M.1. M.2.
M.3.

Cleopatra did ten thousand in her Iifetime
now that a wide mouth
Cleopatra gave a service with a smile
she was a wide mouthed girl
a wide mouthed girl

Cleopatra did a hundred(100) Roman
Centurions

for after dinner mints
Cleopatra used a suction oh so unheard of
she was a wide mouthed girl
a wide mouthed girl (believe it)

show me a bigger mouth

why does this feeling of togetherness
always scare me away?
why do the feelings that I have for you
have to become a word ?

don't say you "love" me-oh no
don't ask that from me-oh no no

that alphabet you call love
that alphabet you call love
that alphabet you call love
is just a digital tenderness
tenderness

a lot of people in this great big-world
say "love everybody"
a lot of people busy busy busy busy busy
being very modern

chorus:
but the family of noise is here
and it's come to save everybody
the family of noise is here
and it's come to save you and me
it goes:

the family of noise is here
and it's come to save everybody