THE SPORTING LIFE
SANDWICHES OF YOU
ART SCHOOL CANTEEN
GROUP LIFE
PUNCHBAG
FOREIGN ACCENTS
HIT FACTORY
BUSINESS IS BUSINESS
THE SPORTING LIFE
Are you bored?
Are you jaded?
Has all the enthusiasm faded?
Are you one of those people
Like glazed fruit
Who sit there in shell-shock
Till the dot on your screen disappears?
Are you one of those people
Or are you just afraid?
Are you one who craves excitement
Were you tailor made
For this sporting life?
Living on a knife edge
This sporting life's forever changing
Are you one of those people?
The keys please quick
Every second counts
I've signed the book
Gimme the keys
The elevator opens its mouth
Like Jonah and the whale
The elevator spits me out
Into a freak show
It's a freak show
And into a swarm of flies
Do… do not disturb
Do… do not disturb
The sign on the door read:
Do Not Disturb
Strange looks from the bellman
As he takes me down the hallway
Through a fire-door to a stairwell
Skidding, skidding, skidding, skidding
Out of control, out of control
Do… do not disturb
Do… do not disturb
The sign on the door read
The sign on the door said
The sign on the door read
Do Not Disturb
This is the Bad Samaritans
Hello loved one
Sorry there was nobody here
To take your call personally
However, we understand
What you're going through
How you've travelled life's highway
With your smile on upside-down
And now you think you've found
The ultimate answer to all your problems
Don’t be hasty
Why waste a life
Wait until there's a crowd down below
Give a little when you go
Are you one of those people?
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump…
There's a fruitcake in the window
Someone fetch the cops
For God's sake get a camera
Before the bastard drops
A little to the left
A little to the right
A little to the left
Maybe tonight's the night
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump…
Why are we waiting?
We're waiting
A little to the left
Right down the middle
A little to the right
X marks the spot
You ain't gonna be
On This Is Your Life tonight
This sporting life
Needs organising
We'd gladly lose the cup
If we could stick the knife in
This sporting life
This sporting life
This sporting life's forever changing
Are you bored?
Are you jaded?
Has all the enthusiasm faded?
Are you one of those people?

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SANDWICHES OF YOU
I'd like to know you better
And maybe take you home
I'd like to meet your father
But really not tonight
We'll be stopping off at Dayville's
For pistachio and beer
It's the flavour of the month but
You're my flavour of the year
I could eat sandwiches of you
You could eat sandwiches of me
THINKS...
Oh my Papa
He will not approve
He won't like your car
Or the way you conduct yourself
In public
Your move
Shame, shame on you
I want to keep this friendship platonic
I respect the fact that you're waiting for Mister right
Am I wrong?
Let's pull over
And discuss the ramifications
Of a lasting and complex relationship
Like mature and responsible people do
Am I getting through?
I could eat sandwiches of you
You could eat sandwiches of me
I could eat sandwiches of you
You could eat sandwiches of me

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ART SCHOOLCANTEEN
Let me tell you what it's all about
Walking round with your talent hanging out
I'm feeling ragged as a scrubber's tights
Must have had too much to paint last night's routine
Art school canteen, art school canteen, art school canteen
Come in late and go home earlier
One day a week or maybe less
So I lied about the funeral
I was really playing chess
I was seen by the coffee machine, by the coffee machine
Art school canteen
I'd cut my ear off to spite my face
But it's been done
No, maybe that's too weird
I'd better sketch it out on Kodatrace
And redesign my beard
Does getting into Zappa mean getting out of Zen
Sex has reared its ugly head at last
But it didn’t look ugly then
Begin the Beguine, art school canteen, art school canteen

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GROUP LIFE
Don’t have no pen-pal to write to
Don’t have no Pentel to write with
Don’t have no pencil to bite through
GROUP LIFE
Recording - Mono - 4 Track - 8 Track - 16 - 24
Tours - Clubs - Vans - Crew - Rig - Heap big production
Holidays - Blackpool - Antigua - Villas - Weekend - When ??
GONE!!!
Oh were we using
Or were we used
'Cause on a good night
When the juices flowed
We cruised…
But on a bad night…
Ooh we are we ay Oh Donna
Ooh we are we ay you make me break up
Ooh we are we ay you make me break down
Ooh we are we ay
Ooh we are, am I crazy? Ooh we are, am I mad?
Ooh we are, ooh we are
GROUP LIFE
Recording - Grundig - Revox - Teac - Dolby - Helios
Press - Shock - Horror - Probe - Split - Yes
Hologram - Interesting - Possibilities - Gizmo - Film - Dome
Ampex now!!!
Ooh we are we ay, ooh we are we ay
Ooh we are, am I crazy? Ooh we are, am I mad?
Ooh we are, we are!
Ooh we are, group life, ooh we are, still life
Ooh we are, group life, ooh we are, still life
Group life, still life
Group life, still

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PUNCHBAG
If I brought a note to school
That said my days were numbered
They'd leave me
Numb and bleeding
Or strangle me with jump-leads
Momma, momma, momma
In my world
The birds don't sing
The bells don’t ring
The bicycle bells, the bicycle bells
Momma, momma, momma. Help me!
I wish that I could blend
Into the background
I've no excuses for my lack of guts
Lack of guts
What is it about me
That draws attention?
Fourth form atrocities
Punchbag
Come and get it Socrates
Got to hit back
Get down on your knees
Ready for the polythene bag
I've never been a natural
At physical things
I've never been good at cross country running
Since the first football hit me in the ear
Like a frozen cannonball
And the knees buckled
And stayed bent
And the laughs came
And the nerve went
And "Dirty Jew"
Was written on the blackboard
Fourth form atrocities
Punchbag
Come and get it Socrates
Got to hit back
Get down on your knees
Ready for the polythene
Ready for the polythene
Ready for the polythene
Bag treatment
Running through the corridors
Far too many obstacles
Bursting, bursting
Bursting for the crap I know
They'll never let me have
Fourth form punchbag
Oh God I wish that I was
Thicker than I am
And thinner than I am
Oh God I wish that I had
Normal ears
And clearer skin
I'm praying for the day
When handsome's out
And ugly's in
Fourth form punchbag
Fourth form punchbag
To Jesus I pray
For strength to survive
Your Christian soldiers
Smell blood
I torture myself in private
To prepare me for the pain
I talk to myself in public
On the buses and the train
My father just ignores it
'Cause it goes against the grain
Momma, momma, momma. Help me!
Fourth form punchbag
Fourth form punchbag
Booming round the corridors
Like gaudiamus igitur
Fourth form punchbag
Fourth form punchbag
Can
I
Please
Get
Up
Now
No
When?

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FOREIGN ACCENTS
(Instrumental)

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HIT FACTORY
We're all working in a hit
Factory
We're all working in a hit
Factory
We're all working in a hit
Factory
We're all working in a hit
Factory
We're all working in a hit factory
We're all working
We're all working
We're all working
We're all working
We're all working

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BUSINESS IS BUSINESS
Keep it simple
Keep it neat
Aim your hook
At the man in the street
Throw him the bones
But freeze the meat
'Cause the meat goes off
But the beat goes on
Business is business
Business is business
Business is business
And only the tough survive
Radio fallout
In an open prison
Jazz based soul tinged
Watered down rhythm
Too many pretty sleeves
With Nothing in 'em
Johnny be good or bad
But not indifferent
Hard core bland out
Stocking filler
Soft sell overkill
Tee shirts given
Everybody's wearing them
See you at the party tonight
M.O.R. is good
M.O.R. is safe
M.O.R. is here
Just give it to 'em
Never think about it
Force fed
On half dead melodies
Dragged up from the archives
Playing on your sympathies
I'm being brainwashed
And don’t know how to block it
'Cause something in the chorus
Burns a hole in my pocket
And I can't feel the pain
When my finger's in the socket
And only the numb survive
Business is business
Business is business
Business is business
Everyone was doing it
You weren't at the party last night
M.O.R. is good
M.O.R. is safe
M.O.R. is you
M.O.R. is here
Where
Relax, relax
Relax, relax
Relax, relax
Relax, relax
Maybe you can think of a way
To turn me on
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