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GIVE ME A REASON

Well we change from one extreme to another
Can you help me with my shame
I didn't mean to when I kicked and punched
>From nowhere this demon came

Forgive me for this mindless mood
Accept this honest plea
Don't use me for the devil's food
And throw away the key

Give me a reason so I've got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so I've got
Something else to blame

I only meant to wipe away the cries
With the softness of my hand
I didn't mean to break the tie
I'm after all a family man

Give me a reason so I've got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so I've got
Something else to blame

Give me the reason
Give me a reason

I am the master of this house
Don't try to run away
I tried the same things at your age
And I was also made to pay

Forgive me for this mindless mood
Accept this honest plea
Don't use me for the devil's food
And throw away the key

Mister patience and Misses alike
Upon and throughout the land
A lot of attention
With a heap of affection
Wouldn't go astray

Give me a reason so I've got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so I've got
Something else to blame

This is the reason, one of the reasons
I am the reason so I've got only myself to blame
I am the reason so I've got no-one else to blame

GREY DAY

When I get home it's late at night,
I'm black and bloody from my life,
I haven't time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.

It's well past midnight as I lie
In a semi-conscious state.
I dream of people fighting me
Without any reason I can see.

In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.

After eating I go out,
People passing by me shout.
I can't stand this agony
Why don't they talk to me?

In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.

In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.

In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.

In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.

HOUSE OF FUN

Good morning miss
Can I help you son?
Sixteen today
And up for fun
I'm a big boy now
Or so they say
So if you'll serve
I'll be on my way

Box of balloons
With the feather-light touch
Pack of party-poppers
That pop in the night
A toothbrush and hairspray
Plastic grin
Miss Clay on all corners
Has just walked in

Welcome to the House of Fun
Now I've come of age
Welcome to the House of Fun
Welcome to the lion's den
Temptation's on his way
Welcome to the House of

N-n-n-n-n-n-no no miss
You misunderstood
Sixteen big boy
Full pint in my manhood
I'm up to date
And the date's today
So if you'll serve
I'll be on my way

Welcome to the House of Fun
Now I've come of age
Welcome to the lion's den
Temptation's on his way
Welcome to the House of (Fun)

I'm sorry son
But we don't stock
Party gimmicks
In this shop
Try the House of Fun
It's quicker if you run
This is a chemist's
Not a joke shop!

Party hats
Simple enough clear
Comprehende savvy understand
Do you hear?
A pack of party hats
With the coloured tips
Too late!
Gorgon heard gossip
Well hello Joe, hello Miss Clay
Many happy returns from the day

Welcome to the House of Fun
Now I've come of age
Welcome to the House of Fun
Welcome to the lion's den
Temptation's on his way
Welcome to the House of Fun

Welcome to the House of Fun...

I'LL COMPLETE

I'll be your promotional copy in this here number one band
Take your business beyond your furthest dreams sounds
Sounds great sounds really grand but wait
Let us hurry now time is catching up
And it looks like the music hall race has caught me up

But I'll compete (yeah yeah)
For all that it's worth
I'll compete (with the rest of the pack)
For all that it's worth
I'll compete (on the beat)
For all that it's worth
I'll compete (with a full deck)
For all that I'm worth

I'll be your popswop, come floppy disc, race you along the upper deck
Retrieve from you my with-held treasure,
Then watch you sink with you sunken rotting wreck,
Let us hurry now, time is running out,
Let's not forget time is money said the business man to his faithful scout.

But I'll compete (in the national press)
For all that it's worth
I'll compete (with the back chat)
For all that it's worth
I'll compete (on the beat)
For all that it's worth
I'll compete (international)
For all that it's worth

We must hurry now time is closing in
And I'm getting no younger in fact
I'm five years closer to my pension scheme

But I'll compete (yeah yeah)
For all that it's worth
I'll compete (for the ratings)
For all that it's worth
I'll compete (on the beat)
For all that it's worth
I'll compete (with the rest of the pack)
For all that I'm worth

C-c-c-c-compete
C-c-c-c-compete

IN THE CITY

He is just a boy in the city
Dressed the same he's uniformly pretty
He knows it's the time
He can read the signs
He can really change
In the city

The best dressed boy in town he thinks it's funny
Half a dozen jobs makes his money
He is just a boy in the city
Friday night propels Walter Mitty
It's about time
He can read the signs
A night on the town
In the city

Monday is a work day
Tuesday's much the same
Wednesday comes and goes away
Thursday's back again

Friday night is Sunday in the morning
Monday brings the weekend's final yawning
Now it's about time
He has crossed the line
He is miles away
In the city

(City!)

Now it's about time
He can read the signs
He can really change
It is on his mind
He has crossed the line
He has gone once more
From the city

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

Nice man George, newsagent on the corner,
Not very rich, but never any poorer,
Jaunty old George, a happy sixty-three,
Not very tall, but healthier than me.
He whistles timeless tunes as he saunters down the street,
Springs in his legs and elastic in his feet.

But in the middle of the night,
He steals through your garden,
Gives your hosiery a fright,
And doesn't say pardon.
As soft as a breeze,
With an arm full of underwear,
On his hands and knees,
Dreams about the knicker scare.

Hello there George, newsagent on the corner,
How's the old car, yes the climate's getting warmer,
Chatty old George as you get your morning paper,
Read about the knicker thief, underwear taker.
Bids you 'Good day', as you wander out the door,
Never closes early, always cleans the floor.

But when darkness hits the town,
And there's washing on your line,
Get your knickers down,
Before the dreaded sign.
When the clock strikes eight,
And you're snuggled up in bed,
He'll be at the garden gate,
Filling underwear with dread.

Nice man George, newsagent on the corner,
He was closed today, maybe gone to mow the lawn,
I had to go further down the road to get me current bun,
Hello - Isn't that George on page one ?
No it couldn't be, but yes it is,
Difficult to see from these photofits.

But they are after him,
Of that you can be sure,
They've called him on the phone,
They've knocked on his door.
a-But he's gone away,
Gone to stay with some mates,
He got the papers early,
And saw his own face.

MADNESS

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
It's plain to see
That is what they mean to me
Madness, madness, they call it gladness, ha-ha

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
I'm about to explain
That someone is losing their brain
Madness, madness, I call it gladness, yee-ha-ha-ha

Propaganda ministers
Propaganda ministers
I've a-got a heavy due
I'm gonna walk all over you
Cos

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Well if this is madness
Then I know I'm filled with gladness
It's gonna be rougher
It's gonna be tougher
And I won't be the one who's gonna suffer
Oh no, I won't be the one who's gonna suffer
You are gonna be the one, you

MY GIRL

My girl's mad at me
I didn't wanna see the film tonight
I found it hard to say
She thought I'd had enough of her
Why can't she see
She's lovely to me?
But I like to stay in
And watch t.v. on my own
Every now and then

My girl's mad at me
Been on the telephone for an hour
We hardly said a word
I tried and tried but I could not be heard
Why can't I explain?
Why do I feel this pain?
'Cause everything I say
She doesn't understand
She doesn't realise
She takes it all the wrong way

My girl's mad at me
We argued just the other night
I thought we'd got it straight
We talked and talked until it was light
I thought we'd agreed
I thought we'd talked it out
Now when I try to speak
She says that I don't care
She says I'm unaware
And now she says I'm weak

NIGHT BOAT TO CAIRO

Night Boat To Cairo !!.....
It's just gone noon
Half past monsoon
On the banks of the river Nile
Here comes the boat
Only half-afloat
Oarsman grins a toothless smile
Only just one more
To this desolate shore
Last boat along the river Nile
Doesn't seem to care
No more wind in his hair
As he reaches his last half mile
The oar snaps in his hand
Before he reaches dry land
But the sound doesn't deafen his smile
Just pokes at wet sand
With an oar in his hand
Floats off down the river Nile
Floats off down the river Nile

ONE STEP BEYOND

Hey you, don't watch that
Watch this!
This is the heavy heavy monster sound
The nuttiest sound around
So if you've come in off the street
And you're beginning to feel the heat
Well listen buster
You better start to move your feet
To the rockinest, rock-steady beat
Of Madness
One step beyond!

PAC-A-MAC

I wear my cap with pride
When swaying side to side
Indoors where it be crude
Too late to find me shrewd.
I never lay in doubt
When walking from about
At home where it be warm
You're sound asleep unborn!

I'm a small chap
Walk tall chap
When it rains
Cats and dogs
From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.

Inside a rubber wall yelling
Screams echo, off the ceiling.
My love could penetrate
So I'll leave you now prostrate.
My fag smoulders out and out
And odours waft there about
So I give my head a kip
My cap's worn to a split.

I'm a small chap
Walk tall chap
When it rains
Cats and dogs
From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.

I wear my cap with pride
When swaying side to side
Indoors where I feel nude
Too late to find me shrewd.
I never lay in doubt
When walking from about
At home where it be warm
You're sound asleep unborn!

I'm a small chap
Walk tall chap
When it rains
Cats and dogs
From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.

SAMANTHA

One night in a cold sweat
I heard the call
So without fear and free from fright
I walked tall
As I crept the passages
Only just but faint
In and out of the central heating
It came and then went

Samantha, Samantha dear
I have to be gone
Samantha, oh Samantha dear
But ooh, she slept on

Well I've itched a thousand itches
But this one tops them all
While crouched down with an ear to the ground
I saw the call

Springing up in disbelief
The supension spilt
And peering in a bathroom mirror
Hung the men with guilt

Samantha, Samantha dear
I have to be gone
Samantha, oh Samantha dear
But ooh, she slept on

One night in a cold sweat
I heard the call
So without fear and free from fright
I walked tall

Samantha, Samantha dear
I have to be gone
Samantha, oh Samantha dear
But

There were all sorts of funny faces
Being pulled
But mine was the funniest face

Samantha, Samantha dear
I have to be gone
Samantha, oh Samantha dear
But ooh, she slept on

SUNDAY MORNING

Sunday morning silence, curtain stay closed late
No one thinks of kitchens mornings in a filthy state
Dishes cups and beer stains, ashtrays on the floor
Sunday morning papers are left outside the front door

Sunday school and Sunday roast
Sunday papers Sunday post
Sunday morning Sunday rest
Sunday sermon Sunday best
(Sunday, bloody sunday rest)

Glass of fizzy water helps to start the day
Sit and listen to Sunday silence, problems fade away
Sunday cars and drivers break the morning air
Uncollected milk outside reveals there's no one there

Sunday school and Sunday roast
Sunday papers Sunday post
Sunday morning Sunday rest
Sunday sermon Sunday best

Bathrobes hang in waiting, windows steaming up
Somewhere in the sink downstairs lies an unwashed cup
Tea and toast for breakfast clear away the plates
Wash-up prepare for cooking Sunday lunch awaits
Sunday lunch awaits
Sunday lunch awaits

SWEETEST GIRL

The sweetest girl in all the world
These eyes are for you only
The sweetest girl in all the world
These eyes are for you only
The sweetest girl in all the world
These words that die before me
The sweetest girl in all the world
These words that die before me

When we walk in the dark
I never can tell
When when we walk in the dark
I never can tell
It's just loving it
Ooh loving it

The sweetest boy in all the world
His life has got so lonely
The sweetest boy in all the world
His life has got so lonely
The maddest group in all the world
How could they do this to me
The maddest group in all the world
How could they do this to me

What I want I shall take what you think that you know
Oh such an awful mistake to never let go

When the government falls I wish I could tell
When the city calls I never can tell

The weakest link in any chain
I always want to find it
the strongest words in each belief
Find out what's behind it
The politics is prior to
The vagaries of science
She left because she understood
The value of defiance

The sweetest girl in all the world
These eyes are for you only
The sweetest boy in all the world
His life has got so lonely
The sweetest girl in all the world
These words that die before me

(She wants to go, but she don't know why)
(Loving it, ooh loving it)

The maddest group in all the world
How could they do this to me
The sweetest boy in all the world
His life has got so lonely

The sweetest girl in all the world
These words that die before me
The sweetest boy in all the world
His life has got so lonely

TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT

How come he enjoys himself not me? (I don't know)
How come she smiles a good morning to me?
How do they make a hard day's work easy?
Tell me something I'll put it to the test
Take hold of yourself and you will see
How lucky we are to be free,
Now you take for granted,
Life and country.

How come he jokes with friends but not me?
How can she sing out of tune not me?
How do they find time for kids on Sunday?
I can't express uncalled for agress,
You're in one-way traffic can't you see?
Before a head-on crash steer free,
When if it's too late,
Don't come and cry to me.

How come they get on with but not me?
How can they walk arm-in-arm happily?
How does that old boy dance down the street?
Tell me something I'll put it to the test,
Take hold of yourself and you will see,
How lucky we are to be free,
Now you take for granted,
Life and country.

How come we never get on you and me?
How can we find out the remedy?
How does that old lady's home look neat?
How does that old lady's home look neat?
How does that old lady's home look neat?

UNCLE SAM

Here they come again hop scotching up to my door
One by one again knockety knock knocking upon my floor
Swinging on my gate they gain entry by the yard
Pulling at my hair they scream paint your thoughts upon my card

But not tonight I've got studies to examine
Tomorrow I'll be watching all the Queen's men
A talent contest on Monday with my Uncle Sam
Who now takes up all of my time he gives me things to do
'Cause he's a wonderful man

But I'm sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam
To be with my Uncle Sam

Silly little sniggers from the women liberators
But I'll stand and hold my post
Polished buttons and erect I'll raise the flag
I'll show those women who's the most

But not tonight I've got studies to examine
Tomorrow I'll be watching all the Queen's men
A talent contest on Monday with my Uncle Sam
Who now takes up all of my time, gives me things to do
He's a wonderful man

But I'm sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam

I'm sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam

But not tonight I've got studies to examine
Tomorrow ah ah ah
And tomorrow I'll be watching all the Queen's men
A talent contest on Monday with my Uncle Sam
Who now takes up all of my time he gives me things to do
'Cause he's a wonderful man

I'm sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam
I'm sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam

YESTERDAYS MEN

An insolent speck of youth
Being taken for a walk
So tightly by the ear
That he can hardly talk

Yesterday's men hang to today
To sing in the old-fashioned way
It must get better in the long run
Has to get better in the long run

A metropolitan marathon
Has been held today
But who you need to catch
Will be coming the other way

Yesterday's men hang to today
To sing in any old way
It must get better in the long run
Has to get better in the long run

Because when you're told to start
How far can you go
When your race is won
And you already know
Because when you're told to stop
How far will you go
When your race is run
And you already know

Yesterday's men hang to today,
To sing in any old way,
It must get better in the long run
Has to get better in the long run
Will it get better in the long run
Will we be here in the long run

Do, do, do, hang on in the long run.