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Megatop Phoenix (1989)
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"This is the Universe
Big, isn't it?"

Oh well and nothing going on the...

The best band of West London - BAD!

. . .


The troop was weak and weary, rations running low
Mission seemed impossible, we had to save the show
Lost our map and compass, canteens got a hole
David took Goliath a little rock and roll

Rewind operator gonna kill 'em with sound
Bawling out murder and selector come down

Just like General Custer, there's indians all around
Wagon train's on fire, warcry bugle sound
Never had to worry when the chips were down
Held each others hands and we stood our ground

Rewind operator gonna kill 'em with sound
Bawling out murder and selector come down
Rewind operator gonna kill 'em with sound
Bawling out murder and selector come down

Better beans and freedom than cake and slavery
As long as we're together that's good enough for me
Every inch a battle, had to see it through
With some love and laughs and each other too

Rewind operator gonna kill 'em with sound
Bawling out murder and selector come down

We might be mad or stubborn, we'll hold our heads upright
The cavalry's a-coming to save the show tonight
Just like in a movie, the ending must be good
We'll ride off into sunset just like I said we would

Sing
Rewind operator gonna kill 'em with sound
Bawling out murder and selector come down
Rewind operator gonna kill 'em with sound
Bawling out murder and selector come down

R-r-r-r-rring, I like-a
R-r-r-r-rring
R-r-r-r-rring
Ring de alarm and not a sound is dying, whoah
Ring de alarm and not a sound is dying

"Help!
Help!
Help!"

. . .


"Mink coates and no manners
Mink coates and no manners"

"Boom diddy boom diddy boom"
"Mmm, I like it"

. . .


Make a stand before you fall
Your country needs you to play football
"Wake up cunt", you hear the call
All for one and one for all
All for one and one for all

What happened to you men of might
When things were wrong, you made them right
All for one and one for all
All for one and one for all

Now in the classroom, well, I was told
'Bout the Empire, how you were bold
A pint of beer like passes by
Your spirits squased just like a fly
Your spirits squased just like a fly

Across this green and pleasant land
The powers slipping through your hand
All for one and one for all
All for one and one for all

"Wake up cunt", you hear the call
Your country needs you to play football
Make a stand before you fall
All for one and one for all
All for one and one for all

God bless the Queen, her people too
God bless this country and see us too
All for one and one for all
All for one and one for all

"England!"

"England!"

"This other Eden, demi-paradise
This precious stone set in the silver sea
This realm, this England"

"England!"

"They trained for it"

"God bless har sail and all who've bought it and I'm in labour"

"We are here today"

. . .


Feelings fly around
Around up in the air
Bouncing off the walls
Getting under my hair
On the carpet in the weave
Up in trees on the leaves
Feelings flying everywhere

I'm on the right track
For what I want to say
I got to get it out
There ain't no other way
To make contact
There ain't no getting away
From how I feel today

Feelings flying around
Around up in the air
Out in the hall
And sitting in my chair
I've seen them on the train
Coming down with the rain
Feelings flying everywhere

I'm on the right track
For what I want to say
I got to get it out
There ain't no other way
To make contact
There ain't no getting away
From how I feel today

Feelings flying around
Around up in the air
Some are really small
They come from over there
Hard to ignore
I see them all the more
Feelings flying everywhere

I'm on the right track
For what I want to say
I got to get it out
There ain't no other way
To make contact
There ain't no getting away
From how I feel today

I'm on the right track
For what I want to say
I got to get it out
There ain't no other way
To make contact
There ain't no getting away
From how I feel today

I'm on the right track
For what I want to say
I got to get it out
There ain't no other way
To make contact
There ain't no getting away
From how I feel today

. . .


"Slinky Chinese
Slinky violence"

"Mister Wu no longer has a laundry
Sad to say the business was a flop"

Chinatown Friday night
The weekend is alright
Dragon dance the yellow streets
Gambling dens and sour sweet

Neon signs inside of my head
Better thought and never said
As long as I don't get too close
And I don't offend my hosts

No way out on Gerrard Street
Dragon's heart begins to beat
If this night could last all day
Order you and take away

At this corner we must part
Say goodnight where Soho starts
At this corner we must part
Say goodnight where Soho starts

In the Lido people stare
Pretending I don't care
Thrown a menu I can't read
"What number do you need?"

Fortunes told and fire crack
Letter bold you must get back
I really have no appetite
Dragon town on a Friday night

No way out on Gerrard Street
Dragon's heart begins to beat
If this night could last all day
Order you and take away

"Chinatown
Chinatown"

"Chinatown
Chinatown"

If this night could last all day
Order you and take away

No way out on Gerrard Street
Dragon's heart begins to beat
If this night could last all day
Order you and take away

"Chinatown
Chinatown"

"Chinatown
Chinatown"

If this night could last all day
Order you and take away

No way out on Gerrard Street
Dragon's heart begins to beat
If this night could last all day
Order you and take away

. . .


I stand and sing, hit wood and string
Like many men before
I try my best and with the rest
Know what I'm going for

Baby, don't apologize
Never had regrets
Wait until eternity
Sorry, you won't get

I'm standing here, a target clear
My head is in the stock
It rains refuse, some shout abuse
And others throwing rocks

Baby, don't apologize
Never had regrets
Wait until eternity
Sorry, you wont get

What it is is what it is
Not what it could be
What you see is what you get
Without apology

What I am is loud and clear
For all to see, for all to hear
For what I am ain't no excuse
I tried to change but it's no use

Baby, don't apologize
Never had regrets
Wait until eternity
Sorry, you won't get

Baby, don't apologize
Never had regrets
Wait until eternity
Sorry, you won't get

Baby, don't apologize
Never had regrets
Wait until eternity
Sorry, you won't get

. . .


"How do you do, Ladies and Gentlemen
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music"

. . .

Around the Girl in 80 Ways

[No lyrics]

. . .


"Now I can't say exactly what did happen
You just don't understand unless you been through it"

Hey yeah!
Hey yeah!
Awh!

I got soul, dress got holes

Got a brand new van, gun and Cherokee
Driving fast like flashes past, the cops are chasing me
Hotpants, she looked fine, she said that she was mine
She was cute, torched my suit and that's the bottom line

It's a man's man's world in America
Jump back in my cell
Please please please in America
Slipping into hell

On my trail, car chase boogaloo
FBI, CIA, and the Russians too
Kicking down the door, couldn't take no more
When I'm about there is no doubt that papas' word is law

It's a man's man's world in America
Jump back in my cell
Please please please in America
Slipping into hell

"Life can be bright in America
If you can fight in America
Life is all right in America
If you're all-white in America"

High speed chase on my case
Radio ahead
A.P.B. after me
They said, I shot the bed

It's a man's man's world in America
Jump back in my cell
Please please please in America
Slipping into hell

Shooting up her mink ("Get the hell out of the car!"), gunshots in the air
Jumpback my car ("Get out of the car!"), goodfoot out of there
Roadblock ahead, try to flag me down ("Drop to your knees!")
Soul power and miles per hour ("Drop to the ground"), feet don't touch the ground

Cause I got soul, dress got holes
Intent to kill, but she loves me still

It's a man's man's world in America
Jump back in my cell
Please please please in America
Slipping into hell

Hey yeah!

Cause it's a man's man's world in America
Jump back in my cell
Please please please in America
Slipping into hell

Keep goin'

I got soul, I'm Superbad
Living in America sure does drive you mad

It's a man's man's world in America
Jump back in my cell (hey yeah!)
Please please please in America
Slipping into hell

Bullets hit the wheel, riccochet could sweat
Talking loud, black 'n' proud, said, papa don't mess
Can you walk the line, rookie read my rights
Million hits did the splits, this is dynamite!

Funky time behind, road block up ahead
Driving fast flashes past, Superbad, I said
Papas' on the run with a cherokee and gun
People need a hit when you're chasing number 1

It's a man's man's world in America
Jump back in my cell (hey yeah!)
Please please please in America
Slipping into hell

"I got you"

"I'm sorry"

. . .


Everybody needs, everybody needs
Everybody needs a holiday
Everybody needs, everybody needs
Everybody needs a holiday, a holiday, a holiday, a holiday, a holiday...

Everybody needs
Everybody needs a holiday
Everybody needs, everybody needs
Everybody needs a holiday

Everybody needs, everybody needs
Everybody needs a holiday
Everybody needs, everybody needs
Everybody needs a holiday

"Please, I don't want a vacation
I just want to get away... for good"

Close your eyes and hit the sack
While your asleep, I'll watch your back
Grab a chair, have a seat
I've got the wheel, rest your feet

I'll stand guard and keep the wolves at bay
Watch the fire while you dream away
Earned a rest, I know you worked all day, I know
And everybody needs a holiday

Take a break, shake that frown
Re-assess what's going down
Spare a thought while you sit
Reconsider and admit

I'll stand guard and keep the wolves at bay
Watch the fire while you dream away
Earned a rest, I know you worked all day, I know
And everybody needs a holiday

Earned a rest, I know you worked all day, I know
And everybody needs a holiday

I'll stand guard and keep the wolves at bay
Watch the fire while you dream away
Earned a rest, I know, I know you worked all day, I know
And everybody needs a holiday

I'll stand guard and keep the wolves at bay
Watch the fire while you dream away
Earned a rest, I know you worked all day, I know
And everybody needs, need a holiday

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"Don't dig there and dig it elsewhere
You're digging it round and it ought to be square
Don't dig there and dig it elsewhere
You're digging it round and it ought to be square

Don't dig there and dig it elsewhere
You're digging it round and it ought to be square
The shape of it is wrong, it's much too long
And you can't put a hole where a hole don't belong

May I ask, what a liberty, eh?
Nearly bashed him right in the bowler"

"You see?
You see?
You see?"

"Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Absolutely"

"I'm makin' out with you, baby"

. . .


Park Lane Green, it's Saturday night
West End Central, flashing lights
We've come to dance the night away
UV, dry ice and DJ

Speaker pump that devil sound
Everybody's getting down
Moonwalk over to the gents
Exit Zombie money spent

Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to...

Speaker pump that devil sound
Everybody's getting down
Moonwalk over to the gents
Exit Zombie money spent

Turnstile toilets, I joined the queue
Drinks at the bar, drugs in the loo
I entered Jekyll and came out Hyde
Mister Chevignon's inside

Bouncers Bimbos Lager louts
Zombie dancefloor bugging out
Ball outside, the night is still
Smiley moves in for the kill

I Wish U Heaven, I Wish U Heaven

Bouncers Bimbos Lager louts
Zombie dancefloor bugging out
Ball outside, the night is still
Smiley moves in for the kill

Cops and dogs in transit vans
At 4 o'clock we raid clubland
T for Tango through the door
First us two and then you four


West End Central, flashing lights
Park Lane Green, it's Saturday night
We've come to dance the night away
UV, dry ice and DJ

Speaker pump that devil sound
Everybody's getting down
Moonwalk over to the gents
Exit Zombie money spent

Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to...

. . .


A window to the Orient
In a picture frame
I know you are a lady
Nobody knows your name

Lady from the Orient
In a council flat
She never looks me in the eye
She never answers back
If I could buy a ticket
I'd gladly run away
Ride in on the trade wind
And marry you someday

Staring at my masterpiece
The boys all read parade
Chong sam and red lipstick
Her skin a precious jade

Lady from the Orient
In a council flat
She never looks me in the eye
She never answers back
If I could buy a ticket
I'd gladly run away
Ride in on the trade wind
And marry you someday

Mass produced a daydream
Or should I pay the rent?
Breakout of the concrete
Set sail for Orient

Lady from the Orient
In a council flat
She never looks me in the eye
She never answers back
If I could buy a ticket
I'd gladly run away
Ride in on the trade wind
And marry you someday

Dry your eyes Salomé
Mona Lisa too
Lady in the picture frame
My heart belongs too you

Lady from the Orient
In a council flat
She never looks me in the eye
She never answers back
If I could buy a ticket
I'd gladly run away
Ride in on the trade wind
And marry you someday

Lady from the Orient
In a council flat
She never looks me in the eye
She never answers back
If I could buy a ticket
I'd gladly run away
Ride in on the trade wind
And marry you someday

. . .


What's a thousand shade of grey
A beauty only seen by day
Skateboards thunder by and pigeons fly
Where I feel ok

London Bridge is falling down
They're taking bids from all around
Give me dollars I don't want pounds
London Bridge is falling down
But I still love this town
From the Tower to the Underground

Now Rome is Rome but it ain't home
And neither is Paris
Wherever I've been and all that I've seen
This is home to me

London Bridge is falling down
They're taking bids from all around
Give me dollars I don't want pounds
London Bridge is falling down
But I still love this town
From the Tower to the Underground

I like it when sometimes you see
How things used to be
Music hall bless 'em all
Those Ealing comedies

London Bridge is falling down
They're taking bids from all around
Give me dollars I don't want pounds
London Bridge is falling down
But I still love this town
From the Tower to the Underground

London Bridge is falling down
They're taking bids from all around
Give me dollars I don't want pounds
London Bridge is falling down
But I still love this town
From the Tower to the Underground

London Bridge is falling down
They're taking bids from all around
Give me dollars I don't want pounds
London Bridge is falling down
But I still love this town
From the Tower to the Underground (repeat)

. . .


I'm fixing on a jail break
But the door is open wide
Cooler!
Stuck in Stalag 123
And there ain't no one to bribe

I got the studio blues and some other bad news
(The basement's been swamped by a flood)
I got the studio blues and it's ruined my shoes
(My boogie's all covered with mud)

Daydreams of The Great Escape
Of music on the run
There will be no escape from this camp
Do an Albert R. N.
And go straight to number one

I got the studio blues and some other bad news
(The basement's been swamped by a flood)
I got the studio blues and it's ruined my shoes
(My boogie's all covered with mud)

One man here has made 17 attempted escapes
Group Captain, this is close to insanity!

No windows no air and second hand gear
We'd only stop for tea
Digital toys, Rizla, and Playboys
Some kind of democracy

Called the studio blues and some other bad news
(The basement's been swamped by a flood)
I got the studio blues and it's ruined my shoes
(My boogie's all covered with mud)

I got the studio blues and some other bad news
(The basement's been swamped by a flood)
I got the studio blues and it's ruined my shoes
(My boogie's all covered with mud)

. . .


"Thank you"

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