Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just
Bella donna's on the highstreet Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriano's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight
at all But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique
Two in the morning, dry-dock town The rivers rolls away in the night Little gypsy moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah
Where do you think you're going Don't you know it's dark outside Where do you think you're going Don't you care about my pride Where do you think you
Lady writer on the TV Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the TV She had another quality
all But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on Monday he got something to say Communication Communique Communique
He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah, but I won't play
Two in the morning dry-dock town The river rolls in the night Little gypsy moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah and a sailing
Where do you think you're going? Don't you know it's dark outside? Where do you think you're going? Don't you care about my pride? Where do you think
Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight
Well there's a Peter Pan moon, shepherd's delight I got the dragon at noon, yes, and I won the fight Now, I want my reward in heaven tonight Just like
Oh well the sun go down Celebration in the town tonight All day long They been slaughtering upon a stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really liked to
