CHINESE RESTAURANT (Polydor 1977)
Thank You
Black Silk Stocking
Lola
C-rock
What For
Wanderlust
Lycee
Mandoya
Thank You
Sensitive
her feeling, when she's Waking in the morning,
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Put your hand inside it, and she'll tell you where to find it,
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And when she is not talking, be sure she wants some rockin'
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If you're not into rockin' you're best to keep on walking
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You think she's going to leave you, but she only wants to see you
In her, black silk stocking Black silk stocking
Lutting instigation, her spell is captivating,
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Provoking whip, lash lash, please stop smoking
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Oh baby, baby no-ones loving, your degeneration
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Oh baby, no-ones loving, your degeneration
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LOLA
She
lives alone
Lola,
But every night she goes down,
To the Chinese where
She works very hard there,
Sipping her cocktails.
Expenses paid
Lola
She is performing
For a cause,
Her glances faking,
A deep fascination,
She wants information
She goes upstairs
Lola
Clinging on to
Another man,
She lays him down, down
Almond eyes on fire,
Seducing his mind
Behind the smoke and
Screenz-a,
Lola is a
Private eye,
She well disguises
Her lingering actions,
No-one suspecting
At the Chinese
Lola
Killed all those
Who did her wrong,
Her soul is blazing
With blood thirsty craving,
No-one, objecting
C-ROCK
Let's
rocking
Go back rocking
WHAT
FOR
What
for
She likes the way you bore,
What for Her foot's inside the door,
What for
She'll push you to the floor,
What for
She loves the way you bore
What for
She likes the way you go
What for
Her answer's never no,
What for
She likes to take you so
What for
She loves you when you're low
What for
She likes to make you sigh,
What for
She seems to get you high
What for
She's got to get some more
What for
She loves the way you bore,
What for
She never did before
What for
She likes the way you know
What for
She likes it very slow,
What for
Your mind's about to blow,
What for
And you're just going to owl
Got it got it got it
What for
She likes the way you bore,
What for
She loves the way you bore
Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it,
What for
We're getting to the core
What for,
We like the way we bore
WANDERLUST
Got the
wanderlust
You go te the airport
And see a plane take off,
Go to England or
Take a trip by sea
And get off, where you want to get off,
Write to the boy
Next door, who always wants
To do, what you're just about to do
Tell him that
You like New York City
I'm sure he'll like it too
- You say you like your nation
- So let's take a long vacation
Tell your navigator
To wait downstairs
With his white gloves on,
Tell him to zip up your bag
With his white gloves on
Take your diamond,
So if you've got the money left,
You can always sell it
Here I come,
Get ready
Get set fire go, go, go, go, go
- You say you like your nation -
- So let's take a long vacation
My transfer agent
Sends me where I
Where I want to go
That's a fact
He thinks I'm great
'Cos I treat him like dirt,
Like dirt,
He does me favours
But I could do with
Even better ones,
They call him sticky
'Cos I treat him like dirt,
Like dirt, like dirt
- You say you like your nation
- So let's take a long vacation
Your transit airman
Is heating up the engine
Clear your head,
Go out and get it
Instead of watching T.V.,
And stagnating in your bed,
By the window
Thinking of the next record
That you're going to buy,
You like Maurice
With his safety pin
So it's gonna be a Punk one
- You say you like your nation
- So let's take a long vacation
Got the wanderlust
It's time to go
And do, what you've decided to do
Go to Milan
Or if not just you take a bike
To see a sight
I feel free
You feel free
And how about the boy next door,
Tell him that
You like New York
I'm sure he'll like it too
- You say you like your nation
- So let's take a long vacation
LYCEE
I was
looking through
Through the, the window pane
Tears of rain ran down,
And blurred a sight so bad,
Revolution now,
Somehow, I feel afraid
I, I heard her cry
Out loud, echoes insane,
She fell to the ground,
Her hand reached out in vain
Young, Lycee was young,
But now, oh there she lay,
Who will call her name,
Victim of blood red flame,
She, a living sun
Will not come back again
I, I saw her face
Through the, the window pane,
I, still hear her cry
I feel, I want to die,
I, I saw her face
Through the, the window pane,
I, still hear her cry I feel I want to die
MANDOYA
I've
gotta in Mandoya
An easy hackin in the haia
Smoking laia
I see the hakin of the Maia
In Mandoya
I feel the iaia to mahoia
Through my Lala
I see the hackin of Ma'haia
In Mandoya
An easy hackin in the haia
Smoking laia
I see the hakin of the Maia
In Mandoya
I feel the iaia to mahoia
Through my Lala
I see the hackin of Ma'haia
So schön you can komm...
So schön you can komm...
So schön you can komm...
THANK
YOU
We would
like to thank:
Mr. King:
for the wonderful chinese food
Moira: for lending us coffee
Yannis: for inviting us to pay for meals
The japs: for inventing the American finger tip orchestra
The traffic warden: for the 52 parking tickets
The Queen: for her Silver Jubilee...
Romeo Ongarello: for international telecommunications
The publishers: for allowing us to earn 50% OF OUR RIGHTS
We would
like to thank:
Lonnie
Donegan
Eddie Cochran
Fats Domino
Jerry Lee Lewis
Little Richard
Bill Haley
Chuck Berry
Wanda Jackson
Charlie Watts
The Boys
Mick Jagger
The Saints
Bill Wyman
Iggy Pop
Ney Fats and his Cats
Dave Anthony
Mods
Les Paul
Sha-Na-Na
Roxy Music
Buddy Holly
Gene Vincent
Jimi Hendrix
Johnny Kid
Brian Jones
Jim Morrison
Elvis Presley
Marc Bolan
Louis Armstrong
Bing Crosby
and to everyone alse we have forgotten in words but not in thoughts thoughts,
thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts
