Fire and ice
You come on like a flame, then you turn a cold shoulder
Fire and ice
I wanna give you my love, but you’ll just take a little piece of my heart
You’ll just tear it apart
I tried so hard my dear to show that you’re my every dream
Yet you’re afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart
We’re caught in a trap
I can’t walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Why can’t you see
What you’re doing to me
When you don’t believe a word I say?
We can’t go on together
With suspicious minds (suspicious minds)
And we can’t build our dreams
On suspicious minds
Her mind’s made up, she walks down the road,
Her hands in her pockets, coat buttoned 'gainst the cold,
She finds Billy down at the Italian cafe
And when he’s drunk it’s hard to understand what Billy says
But then he mumbles in his coffee and suddenly roars,
“It’s a rat trap and we’ve been caught…”
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead
We’ll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face to face, mmm
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I’ll meet you any time you want
In our Italian restaurant
Aw, Cracklin’ Rosie, get on board
We’re gonna ride
'Till there ain’t no more to go
Taking it slow
And Lord, don’t you know
We’ll have me a time with a poor man’s lady
Ooh slow ride… ooh slow ride, take it easy
Slow ride, take it easy
Slow down, go down, got to get your lovin’ one more time
Hold me, roll me, slow ridin’ woman you’re so fine
You want a man with a slow hand
You want a lover with an easy touch
You want somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush
Baby, believe me I understand
When it comes to love you want a slow hand.
Easy lover
She’ll get a hold on you, believe it
Like no other
Before you know it you’ll be on your knees
She’s an easy lover
She’ll take your heart but you won’t feel it
She’s like no other
And I’m just trying to make you see
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
“She blinded me with science!”
And failed me in geometry
Yeah, he was blinded by the light
Oh, cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
But I’ve got to creep down the alleyway
Fly down the highway
Before they come to catch me I’ll be gone
Somewhere they can’t find me
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained, she loved the Monkey Man
Tweeter was a boy scout 'fore she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they’d find freedom just across the Jersey Line
So they hopped into a stolen car, took Highway 99
But I’ve been bit and I’ve been tossed around
By every she-rat in this town
Have you, babe?
Well, I am just a monkey man
I’m glad you are a monkey woman too
Oh, my old man’s a dustman
He wears a dustman’s hat
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat
Chicken on a raft on a Monday morning
Oh, what a terrible sight to see
Dabtoes forward and the dustmen aft
Sittin’ there a’pickin’ at a chicken on a raft!
Hi, ho, chicken on a raft!
Hey, ho, chicken on a raft!
Hi, ho, chicken on a raft!
Hey, ho, chicken on a raft!
Cyril Tawney
Killed a chicken and she saved me the wing this morning
Killed a chicken and she saved me the wing this morning
Killed a chicken and she saved me the wing
Thinks I’m a-working but I ain’t doin’ a thing
This morning, for breakfast, so soon
Chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom don’t ya jes’ love it
Chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom don’t you just love it
Chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom don’t ya jes’ love it
Chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom-boom-boom
The farmer had raised chickens since he was twenty-four.
A workman for the Colonel’s for thirty years or more,
Killing all those chickens and sending them to fry.
Now it’s payback time
For ghost chickens in the sky!
Buck, buck, buck, buuuuck!
Buck, buck, buck, Bu-uuuuck!
Ghost chickens in the sky!
You know I like my chicken fried
And cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up