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A fancy that's so fancy that I want a piece of flesh
I'll give a little missile and I'll spend a little cash
But all I get is be-er and a nasty little rash
I fancy this, I fancy that, I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And he wakes to find the violence dead and an a*se in his hats
And he wakes to find the fire's dead and arrows in his hats
He wakes to find the fire's dead and arrows in his ass
He wakes to find the fire's dead and arrows in his hat
I fancy this, I fancy that
I want a piece of flesh.
I fancy this, I fancy that
I wanna be so flash.
Paul the Cat
Cool for cats
School for cats.
Cool for cats.
Shape up at the disco
And I think I've got a ball.
Shake up at the disco
And I think I've got a pull.
The Indians send signals from the rocks above the past
The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass
The Sweeney's doing ninety
'Cuz they've got nowhere to go.
The Sweeney's doing ninety
'Cuz they've got the word to go.
The score is with the corporal.
The squaw is with the corporal.
The squaw with the cool pussy is tied against the tree
The squaw is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree
The swing is doing ninety 'cause they've got nowhere to go
They'll get a gang of villains in a shed up that they throw
They're counting out the fivers when the ear comes back again
In and out of Wantsworth with another Sunday night
It's funny how the missus always looks so bleedin' sane
And meanwhile at the station there's a couple of likely lads
Who're swiller as your father and they're very cool for cats
The Sweeney's doing ninety 'cause they've got the word to go
They'll get a gang of villains in a shed up at Heathrow
They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again
In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names
It's funny how the missus always looks the bleedin' same
And meanwhile at the station there's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like how's your father and they're very cool for cats
Two f*ckheads
Cool for cats
And meanwhile at the station there's a couple of likely lads
Who smell like Estes Fauvre, and they're very cool for cats
And meanwhile at the station there's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like, "How's your father?" and they're very cool for cats
It's funny how the missus always looks the bleedin' same
It's funny how their missus always look the bleedin' same
The score is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language, it's the thinkin' she don't need
She lets loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fife is gettin' arrows in his hats
The squaw is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language, it's the beatin' she don't need
She lets loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fire's dead and arrows in his hats
To change the mood a little I've been posting Dan a pub
To change the mood a little I've been posing down the pub
To change the mood a little I've been showing off my nuts,
On seeing my reflection, they're looking slightly rough
To change the mood a little I've been posing down the pub,
On seeing my reflection, I'm looking slightly rough