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Robert Palmer
Robert Palmer


Background information
Birth name Robert Allen Palmer
Born January 19, 1949
Born place Batley, Yorkshire, England, United Kingdom
Died September 26, 2003
Death place Paris, France
Genre(s) Rock
New Wave
Hard Rock
Dance-Rock
Blue-eyed soul
Years active 1969—2003
Label(s) Island Records
EMI Group
Associated acts Duran Duran
John Taylor
Andy Taylor
The Power Station
Vinegar Joe



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Robert Palmer Album


Maybe It's Live (1982)
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Si Chatouillieux
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Sneakin' sally through the alley
Sneakin' sally through the alley
Sneakin' sally through the alley
Trying to keep her out of sight
Sneakin' sally through the alley
When up pops the wife

I said, ah I can't find nothing wrong with being friends cos sometimes
She lets me use the car
She said if you can't find nothing wrong with your mind
You'd better find something wrong with her, her
So I began to explain ah that it wasn't just ah what she thought
I'd better find something to do with my time
The fact is I've just been caught

Sneakin' sally through the alley
Sneakin' sally through the alley
Trying to get away clean
Sneakin' sally through the alley
When up pops the queen

Trying to double talk, get myself in trouble talk, catching myself in lies
Catching myself in lies
Mama just looked at me as if I was, ah, crazy
And didn't even bat an eye
So I began to try to explain, ah that it just wasn't what she thought
I'd better find something to do with my time
The fact is ah just been caught, just been caught,
Sneakin, sneakin, sneakin,

Trying to talk doubletalk, get myself in trouble talk
Catching myself in lies, catching myself in lies
Mama just looked at me as if I was crazy
She didn't even bat an eye

Sneakin' sally through the alley with sally
Sneakin' sally through the alley with sally
Sneakin sally through the alley
Sneakin sally through the alley
Sneakin sally through the alley

. . .


Youre lonely can I see you
I hire a private red-eye rocket
But when I walk in here
You wanna go through all my pockets

Whats it take?
Mamma whats it take?

Ive known you all these years
And still you overhaul my letters
They dont confirm your fears
But when Im dead youll know me better

Whats it take?
Mamma whats it take?

My mistake was thinking I had it covered
I havent made the first move
Whats it take to get it through to you mamma?
What does it take to love you?

I take you out to dinner
You ask me why Im acting guilty
I thought Id backed a winner
This love affair is gonna kill me

Whats it take?


Mamma whats it take?

You say youre only teasing
I wanna try a new position
You wanna know the reason
Ive got a spanish inquisition

Whats it take?
Mamma whats it take?

My mistake was thinking I had it covered
I havent made the first move
Whats it take to get it through to you mamma?
What does it take to love you?

I wanna hear the gossip
You say I like a real ambition
I ask you if youve got it
You document my inhibitions

Whats it take?
Mamma whats it take?
Mamma whats it take?
Whats it take?

. . .


We want the best of both worlds
We want it slow and hot
We like to taste revenge, yeah
But we can't waste the shot

We want to see from both sides
We like it cool and fast
We want to get it over
We like to make it last

Keep it on
It's getting closer
The best of both worlds
Double fun

We'll make the most, girl
To get the best of both worlds
We must obey the law
What good's a place to stand up
Without a place to fall?

Two and one
Fast and slow girl
The best of both worlds
Double fun
I'd like to now propose a toast
To the best of both worlds

I think about the war that is no fight at all
I think about the peace that is a fight for all
The best of both worlds
Keep it on
Fast and slow girl
The best of both worlds
Tight as a drum, loose as a gun holster
Yeah, it's getting closer

Why do we waste our breath, child
On what we like the most
Seeing as we've wound up here
We ought to do them both

Back and forth
We get the most
Yeah, the best of both worlds
South and north
I'd like to now propose a toast
To the best of both worlds
Two and one
Fast and slow girl
The best of both worlds
Double fun
We'll make the most girl to get the best of both worlds

. . .


Said the fight to make ends meet
Keeps a man upon his feet
Holding down his job
Trying to show he can't be bought

Ooh, it takes every kinda people
To make what life's about, yeah
Every kinda people
To make the world go 'round

Someone's looking for a lead
In his duty to a king or to a creed
Protecting what he feels is right
Fights against wrong with his life

There is no profit in deceit
Honest men know that
Revenge does not taste sweet
Whether yellow, black or white
Each and every man's the same inside

Ooh, it takes every kinda people
To make what life's about, yeah
It takes every kinda people
To make the world go 'round

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

You know that love's the only goal
That could bring a peace to any soul
Hey, and every man's the same
He wants the sunshine in his name

Ooh, it takes every kinda people
To make what life's about, yeah
It takes every kinda people
To make the world go 'round

Mmm, every kinda people
To make what life's about
It takes every kinda people
To make the world go 'round

. . .


A hot summer night fell like a net
I've gotta find my baby yet
I need you to soothe my head
Turn my blue heart to red

Doctor Doctor, gimme the news I got a
Bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill I've got a
Bad case of lovin' you

A pretty face don't make no pretty heart
I learned that buddy from the start
You think I'm cute, a little bit shy
Mama, I ain't that kind of guy

Doctor Doctor, gimme the news I got a
Bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill I got a
Bad case of lovin' you

I know you like it, you like it on top
Tell me mama, are you gonna stop?

You had me down twenty-one to zip
Smile of Judas on your lip
Shake my fist, knock on wood
I've got it bad, and I got it good

Doctor Doctor, gimme the news I've got a
Bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill I got a
Bad case of lovin' you

. . .


Some guys have all the luck
Some guys have all the fun
Some guys have all the luck, all the luck
What you gonna do when your luck begins to run

Such a lucky dog it's good luck - push it
I get turned on by everything you do to me
Don't say you shouldn't do that
Push your hard luck hard push it

Oh, to take a kiss from lady luck tonight
Oh yeah I want to so much
Ooh the way it feels when you find out there's a pearl in it
Girl the way it feels when you get it

Some guys have all the luck
Some guys get all the fun
I get to hear you talk, see you walk
Ooh take me in your arms and let your luck begin to run

I touch you - alright
I thought my luck had held until you fingered me
We make a right impression when you hold me tight
Wait for a break, my lucky charm
Things are looking up alright - alright

Oh - to taste the lips of lady luck tonight
Oh yeah - I want to - so much
Ooh the way it feels when you find out there's a pearl in it
Girl the way you squeal when you get it

Some guys have all the luck
Some guys get all the breaks
I get to roll my dice - ain't it nice
Ooh take me in your kitchen and we'll play for higher stakes

Some guys have all the luck
Some guys get all the fun
I get to hear you talk, see you walk
Ooh take me in your arms and let your luck begin to run

. . .


I see you got yourself a brand new bag
You had enough of the imitation drag
Although you're leaping to the latest thing
You can't ignore the suspicion of a hallow ring

Big bills
Cheap thrills
Style kills

You say you set your standards way too high
So you convincingly effect a compromise
Some unsuspecting body's gonna pay
When you discover that you can't always
Have your way
Big pain, big pills, style kills
If he won't you will style kills
You say your lover's gotta a lot of nerve
'Cause he won't keep you in the style that you deserve
You kid yourself you're only marking time
Till you fulfill the revenge in the back
Of your mind
Clear out, no frills, style kills
You never take the blame for your mistakes
Why should you give anyone an even break
If he won't - you will style kills

. . .

Si Chatouillieux

[No lyrics]

. . .


In the coldest night, can you feel itBurning bright or do you want to?I'm the same as you, not quite sureJust what to do or what to feel likeBut everytime I hear your nameI wring my hands and mumbleI guess I'll try and write a letterSay goodbye and just forget her
Ah, but you know I can't forget her 'cosMaybe it's you, maybe it's meMaybe it's you who's always rightMaybe it's me who's doing time

Well you should know there's a place Inside my heart that's always emptyOh and I'm not blind though I wishI were sometimes to ease the angerBut everytime I hear your nameI wring my hands and mumbleYou know the woman drive me crazyWhen she makes it seems so easyBut you know I can't give inBecause
Maybe it's you, maybe it's meMaybe it's you who's always rightMaybe it's me who's doing time

. . .


You're such a rebel now can you remember when
They used to think you knew what added up to ten
You're sick and tired of taking punches to your side
Now you're gonna add it up to any number that you like

(tell me) what do you care
'bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
'bout what other people think
What do you care

You thought there'd always be another shot to take
You crave attention now with every move you make
You like to advertise your interest in success
But you don't know on the score of who you're trying to impress

(tell me) what do you care
'bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
'bout what other people think
What do you care

Baby yeah yeah
Everybody's gonna have their say
You can't please everyone
Why delay what you say
Let's decide to name the day

What do you care
'bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
'bout what other people think
What do you care

No matter what you need I'll never be your fool
Do me a favour and I'll do the same for you
Go ahead do what you have to do
Don't worry if you should do it
Tell me you love me now
Oh girl I wish you would do it

What do you care
'bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
'bout what other people think
What do you care

What do you care
'bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care
'bout what other people think
What do you care

Baby, yeah yeah
What do you care
'bout what other people think
What do you care
What do you care

. . .


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