Iraqi Pie
well i went down to the sacred store
where i heard the music once before
but a lawyer said the music wouldn't play
'cos that jumped up kid from the working class
now a fat cat, tory voting arse
has signed the copyright away
rock 'n' roll has had it's day , oh
iraqi pie
who needs love and peace when you're rich and getting high
let's get up and go
with the nouveau status quo
and maybe get a knighthood for the show
A Little Bit Of Elvis In Me
twenty nine years have passed away since the king died on his thrown
and now his throne
and now his throne is all alone
coulda coulda coulda be
a little bit of elvis in me
twenty nine years ago today
the king died on his throne
trousers round his ankles,
he was reading woman's own
upon the throne
and now his throne is overgrown
coulda coulda coulda be
a little bit of elvis in me
Bring The Good Times Back
when we look into each others eyes
is it loving we still see
or has a cold and distant wind
overtaken you and me
are we frightened of emotions
and our sexuality
do we feel ashamed
to play the game
and let our hearts run free
(so bring it back)
remember the loving
remember the joy
remember the simple bliss
of girl in love with boy
remember the heartache
remember the pain
(bring the good times back)
the drama of breaking up
and getting back again
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