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Saw a suit in Daddyâs wardrobe, I took a swipe
Lapels, size of islands, gangster white line pinstripe
Laughed off the street in the name of my rock ânâ roll
Still a caterwauling groove will start off vacation
Eighties plastic Soul donât give palpitation
Richie, he no like, he call out the firing squad
Ba ba ba . . .
Richie look for suede, me I look for leather
Sartorially we groove, occasional disaster
For tight black canvas no make for a straight legged sixties scenester
Then we hit the street with poise of commando
Clothes, guitar, but arsenal missing one thing
Exotic Glasgow chick, they call her the Carmen
Veranda
Ba ba ba . . .
Me and Richie dream to be like Mr. Richard
Strung out secure, yes, we make like junkie
Hooked up on that stuff they call it the rock ânâ roll
I need to consecrate, I need consecration
Clipped and soulful guitar riffing out the nation
The nation in my head the national sixties sensation
Ba ba ba . . .
- Album:
- Girls in Peacetime Want to Dance
- Live 2015
- The Third Eye Centre
- Late Night Tales 2
- Miscellaneous
- The Life Pursuit
- Dear Catastrophe Waitress
- Storytelling
- Jonathan David
- Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant
- Lazy Line Painter Jane
- Legal Man
- Tigermilk
- The Boy With The Arab Strap
- This Is Just A Modern Rock Song
- Dog On Wheels
- BCC Sessions
- Non-Album Releases
- On Girls In Peacetime Want To Dance
- The BBC Sessions: Live In Belfast 2001 (Bonus Version)