Manners Physique lyrics

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
0 lucky lucky me
I can live here in luxury
Can't answer your simplicity
You've got to stop your grumbling
And all that human bondage den
And try to make a man of me
Oh never never let me go
The flaming flesh that wonder hole
Where violence equals zero
You've got to stop your grumbling
And all that human bondage den
Beef cake and custard to a big hero

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/Marco Pirroni
Rip down up and down
The night kept coming in
There was nothing I could do
To stop your suffering
Well it hardly does you fair
Headlines made from potty chairs
So rip down up and down
The night kept coming in
Last chance buddy, your last chance
No re-runs just this performance
I was wounded, she was beautiful.
Rip down up and down
The night just hung around

Once is never enough
Never is and never was (uhuh)
Here and now is all that counts
Here and now in large amounts
Be beautiful and shut up
The going can be real tough
You can keep your fancy bars
Clubby friends and fast cars (uhuh)
And when the going gets hard
You can eats your credit cards
I really tried to fight
But what the hell I like it
chorus:
There is always room at the top

Adam Ant

One million A. D.
There'll be you there'll be me
Rocky's dead
That's Rocky 1003
Red stars and stripes
One big team
With little Europe
In between

U. S. S. A.
U. S. S. A.
U. S. S.
What you want is what you get now
U. S. S. A.
U. S. S. A.
U. S. S.
Rearrange the alphabet

One million A. D.
We get on happily
Rocky's dead
That's a real tragedy

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Legend has it in forty seven
Four thousand bikes met a force of seven
Fourth of July was the time
In a town called Hollister
At the uphill climb

Poor Jack Kerouac
Riding with his paperback Camus
In the pocket of his army fatigues
It's kind of hard to spend your time
Keeping cans of soup in line
When you've been the waist gunner
On a B.17 singing

She was kissing my back and my neck and my face
I was looking around for the percect place
To lay down beside her and say maybe
This is the time to make babies
Prettiest girl I have ever seen
I look at you and I think it's a dream
I love your voice and your sexy body
Let's go deep inside into the love stream
Face like a picture in a gallery

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Get on your backstep where you belong
Leave your shirt and tie undone
Cajun twister all night long
You fight so hard to get your name
What big eyes you got grandma
On every tongue in every brain
What big eyes you got grandma
How in the hell can you complain
What big eyes you got grandma
Privacy's gone down the drain
Get on your backstep where you belong

Adam ant/marco pirroni

Have a lucky charm and a usual crew
And a wild guitar ’cos it’s good for you
Get a pair of legs about three feet long
And a dangerous jane to lay kisses on
But be young dumb and full of it
Young dumb and full of it full of it

Keep your friends real close
And keep your enemies closer
And be a real hoss carwright on the ponderosa

Adam Ant/Andre Cymone

Pick your honey up never let her go
Say you want an answer the answer isn't no
Do it any style right across the floor
And when you feel exhausted
Then you know it's time for more
I love it when you tease
And better when you pose
But I can't kiss a lipstick
Or date a pile of clothes
You really got a bod
I saw it so I know
So why the sweats and baggy clothes