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This weeks favourite
lyrics.
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick by Ian Dury and The
Blockheads
In the
deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatan
Every woman, every man
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
Je t'adore, ich liebe dich,
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me slowly, hit me quick.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
In the wilds of Borneo
And the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho
Move their body to and fro.
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
Das ist gut! C'est fantastique!
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
It's nice to be a lunatic.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
In the dock of Tiger Bay
On the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fe
Over hills and far away
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht?
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Two fat persons, click, click, click.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me! Ow!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me! hit me!
Hit me (x5)
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Knock Three Times by Dawn
<< 1971 >>
Tonight I'm yours and you are mine now
But is it love or just summertime now?
Oh, the time is right, come hold me tight
Let's grab on to the love that we can borrow
And let's not hang each other up
With words that we'll forget about tomorrow
'Cause the things we write in the summer sand
The I love you's and the future plans
Disappear, slip right through your hand
Like this warm soft bed of summer sand
You've got someone, and so do I now
Our hearts are locked in, so why should we lie now?
Babe, with beat and harmony
Let's sing our summer song and sing it sweetly
For we can't stop the autumn wind
That blows away the summer sand completely
Yes the things we write in the summer sand
The I love you's and the future plans
Disappear, slip right through your hand
Like this warm soft bed of summer sand
Oh, the time is right, come hold me tight
Let's grab on to the love that we can borrow
And let's not hang each other up
With words that we'll forget about tomorrow
'Cause the things we write in the summer sand
The I love you's and the future plans
Disappear, slip right through your hand
Like this warm soft bed of summer sand
Things we write in the summer sand
The I love you's and the future plans
Disappear, slip right through your hand
Like this warm soft bed of summer sand
Peter Sarstedt
WHERE DO YOU GO TO MY LOVELY
26/02/1969 - 4 weeks at #1 - 16 weeks on the UK Chart
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs
And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't
But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha
They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn
Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try
So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do
I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head
(na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na)
(na na-na-na na na-na-na na-na na na na na)
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