Strip lyrics

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
In for a penny in for a pound
If she walks by you better turn around
She wants sparkle and she don't give a damn
As well be hung for
A sheep than a lamb
So be her Daddy
She hits back
Kiss the Drummer
Rat-a-tat-tat
Got to learn to laugh at this
Laugh and enjoy herself
Miss Fierce Kiss the Drummer
Little by little, bit by bit
Love stood laughing at this locksmith

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Miss Thing what you got to say?
We saw a honey just the other day
A wild cat, a loud shirt
Thinking up stuff just to different
Wa-la-ba-loomba
Wa-la-ba-loomba
Wa-la-ba-loomba
Wa-la-ba-loom
She was the only one to love him up right
Miss Thing - where you gonna go?
You ever seen a man jump a piano?
Guttertalk, knock 'em dead
Pompadour six inches above his head

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Lay him down inside the car
Boston en route, not too far
Down another bleak highway
Soothes the morning pain away
What had passed the night before
Room 1206 on the floor
Beautiful, his Bardot
And though he's spoiled
She likes him so
He's just a joker flash and cheap
And not to fussy where he sleeps
Before he starts to complain
She wants him to be bad again

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
All I thought I wanted was a front door
All I thought I wanted was a place in the country
Now I realise I wanted so much more
Some I love but you I adore
You think you're really swinging
But you're off the beat
The moves your brains a thinking
Doesn't reach your feet
You got to get this complication out of your head
Or find another man instead

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

Pussycat's going to London
Looking for love and for fame
I wish somebody had told her
City folks ain't the same
Pussycat carries a postcard
Won't the big city be nice
That's the place with the action
She's gonna have her a slice

Pussycat, pussycat where have you been?
I've been to London, now I'm queen
Sitting pretty, I don't wear suits
And the mice all call me -

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Every girl is a something girl
Every girl is a something girl
Every girl is a something girl
She's got something
Every girl is a something girl
Every girl has a somehing smile
Every girl is a something girl
For a while
If I had three wishes I know mine
I would not ask the stars to shine
I wouldn't ask for gems or pearls
I'd ask for the something girls

I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension
Stand and Deliver your money or your life
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni/Boz Boorer
I want your heart
I want your soul
I want everything you hold dear
I want the sinews that bind you together
I know enough is never enough
I want the broad road and 20/20 vision
Your wrist a keyboard of perfume
Money cannot buy
And I'm in a position to say
The camera does not lie
There's a lot of vampires out there
Hanging out to grab your soul

Great when you call us
Thank you for staying with us
We missed you all so desperatley
But don't blink or you'll miss me
On a street like this as it were
From the thick of Jerusalem
Is what makes you love old England
The roots of freedom are here
Say what you will about the Alien
Just dig in and start with the sky
He's welcome and ever may be so
And then somhow everyhting seems

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni

Say it girlfriend, say it

Well this is this and that is that
Though shrinks say they no better
But people making love says more
Than any word or letter
He's not too good with books and such
No not too good with that
But he's got knowledge nice and raw
And lots of nifty chat

Baby let me scream at you
You can decline of course
I'm talking to you girlfriend