Текст песни
air-to-ground
I hear the baying of bloodhounds, crotchets in my belly, big box of suchard for me to devour
For the missiles from heaven s gate, with colour tv set The, all i want is a flat in berkeley square
for the a-bomb melody
All i desire is a swiss bank account, i hear the baying of bloodhounds
Turn my legs to jelly, i mambo to the sound
I hear the baying of bloodhounds, it beats out a rhythm in my chest
B 52 s flutter coyly, crotchets in my belly
Antique grandfather clock, i mambo to the sound, i m wrapped in silver foil
Given an o.b.e, my blood is on the boil, i mambo to the sound
For machine gun, country estate with a resident staff
cocktail cabinet for the nouveaux riches
All i desire is a swiss bank account, given an o.b.e, it beats out a rhythm in my chest
I mambo to the sound, for the missiles from heaven s gate Monochrome, air-to-ground
With colour tv set, they syncopate gaily in 7 8
For the a-bomb melody, persian carpets and van goghs in the boot
Cocktail cabinet for the nouveaux riches, acute angina and an epitaph, for machine gun
All i want is a flat in berkeley square, turn my legs to jelly
b 52 s flutter coyly
Cardin 3-piece beneath my noddy suit, it merrily whistles down on me, turn my legs to jelly
It beats out a rhythm in my chest, they syncopate gaily in 7 8 Set, antique grandfather clock
Phone in the shower, reclining chair
all i require is a rolls-royce corniche
Crotchets in my belly, antique grandfather clock Apocalypso, all i require is a rolls-royce corniche
all i require is a rolls-royce corniche
Quavers are f sharp and l, turn my legs to jelly, with colour tv set
All i want is a flat in berkeley square, cocktail cabinet for the nouveaux riches, antique grandfather clock