More Specials lyrics

Warning, warning, nuclear attack
Atomic sounds designed to blow your mind
World war three - Nuclear attack
Rocking atomically - This third world war - Atomic sounds

The man in black he told me the latest Moscow news about the storm across the red sea
They drove their ball point views

I'm the man in grey, I'm just the man at C & A
And I don't have a say in the war games that they play

Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as you wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think

Hello, I'm Terry, and I'm going to enjoy myself first

It's good to be wise when you're young
'Cos you can only be young but the once
Enjoy yourself and have lots of fun

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
This is your captain speaking
Welcome aboard DC-10 flight number 1313
We will be cruising at a height of 25,000 feet at an air speed of 600 miles per hour
Headphones will be provided by request for a varied program of in flight music
Have a good flight

Safety belts and sickness bags, jet lag downer pills
duty free booze and fags make me feel ill

When I woke up this morning alone in my bed
In a cold room with damp sheets, and a pain in my head
I saw you last night and you drove me insane
Why must you hurt me again and again

I've had enough, if I don't come back for more that's tough
'Cos I can't stand it, the way you've planned it
No I can't stand it any longer

Sometimes I get so I tired I can't get no sleep

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He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night
But he doesn't really exist

He spends his weekends with a load of blokes
He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke
He wants to stay out, he don't want to go home
'Til his nicotine fingers are stuffed down his throat

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He drives home pissed at night

Are you ready for this? I told you he was coming, Who?
JB, and he's ready to sock it to ya one time

Sock it to 'em, sock it to 'em
Sock it to 'em, sock it to 'em
Sock it to 'em, sock it to 'em
Sock it to 'em, sock it to 'em

Dr. No, From Russia with Love, Goldfinger
Thuderball, Casino Royale

Soul jerk
Shake your hips, shake your body line to the ground JB style
Soulful

You saw a woman in a cafe, lips of crimson, yellow grin
Her shoes were wrong and she looked extremely thin
Her jewels were faked, she'd had a rinse, her hair was greyish blue
She looked ashamed when she explained to you

It ain't easy when there's no-one to lean on
It ain't easy when there's nobody there
It ain't easy when your lovers are all gone
Nobody there, nobody cares

Each Day I walk along this lonely street
Trying to find, find a future
New pair of shoes are on my feet
Cos' fashion is my only culture

Nothing ever change, oh no
Nothing ever change

People say to me just be yourself
It makes no sense to follow fashion
How could I be anybody else
I don't try, I've got no reason

Nothing ever change, oh no
Nothing ever change

Mum bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen
You wore it to the disco, but everyone was in jeans

But you were a rich girl, and only having fun
Your low cut dresses, brought stares from everyone
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?

You left for London, when you were nineteen
Had to pull off your nice clothes, just living on dreams

You're working at your leisure to learn the things you'll need
The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee
I've seen your qualifications, you've got a Ph.D.
I've got one art O level, it did nothing for me

Working for the rat race
You know you're wasting your time
Working for the rat race
You're no friend of mine

You plan your conversation to impress the college bar