Stop your fooling around, time you straighten right out. Better think of your future, else you’ll wind up in jail.
Stop your fooling around, time you straighten right out. Better think of your future, else you’ll wind up in jail.
Hey ho, let’s go.
Let me go on like I blister in the sun.
We’re through being cool.
How you get a rude and a reckless? Don’t you be so crude and feckless.
Fate – up against your will – through the thick and thin.
It’s a dead man’s party, who could ask for more? Everybody’s coming, leave your body at the door.
Ever fallen in love, in love with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with?
I’m curious to know exactly how you are. I keep my distance, but that distance is too far.
Words are very unnecessary – they can only do harm.
See her picture in a thousand places ’cause she’s this year’s girl.
And I’ve been putting out the fire with gasoline.
Big shot, I want the whole lot. And if you like it or not, I still control you.
Freedom of choice is what you got. Freedom from choice is what you want.
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go – they’re ready to go now.
This pressure got to stop.
You don’t have to answer me, you don’t have to call me back. Your phone’s off the hook, but you’re not.
We get ourselves in situations I don’t understand – that always leads to confrontations getting out of hand.
Can you hear them? They talk about us, telling lies – well, that’s no surprise.
Look now, look all around, there’s no sign of life. Voices, another sound, can you hear me now?
Naughty boys in nasty schools, headmaster’s breaking all the rules, having fun and playing fools, smashing up the woodwork tools.
Can’t stop now, don’t you know I ain’t never gonna let you go, don’t go.
In touch with the ground, I’m on the hunt I’m after you. A scent and a sound, I’m lost and I’m found, and I’m hungry like the wolf.
It wasn’t a rock – it was rock lobster.
Rock the Casbah.
Take me to the river, drop me in the water.
What’s so funny ’bout peace, love and understanding?
You might think I’m crazy – all I want is you.
How long, how long must we sing this song?
Let the good times roll, let them knock you around.
Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one, when you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
There’s a bubble a bouncing, and it’s bouncing my way. There’s two sticks in the powderworks, I think it’s gonna blow today.
The middle of the road is trying to find me. I’m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me.
Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away. I’ve got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.
Take me now baby here as I am. Pull me close, try and understand. Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe. Love is a banquet on which we feed.
Who took the bomp from the bompalompalomp? Who took the ram from the ramalamadingdong?
Once I had a love and it was a gas, soon turned out had a heart of glass. Seemed like the right thing, only to find mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind.
What I like about you, you hold me tight. Tell me I’m the only one wanna come over tonight, yeah.
When you hear the music, you make a dip into someone else’s pocket and then make a slip.
Don’t drink, don’t smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow – there must be something inside.
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair.
I’m not gonna get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines.
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark.
So many times I used to give a sign. Got this feeling, gonna lose my mind.
Destroyed by MTV, I hate to bite the hand that feeds me.
Sopra i cieli, ancor più su. Dolci canti di angeli.
Peek-a-boo! I can see you.
The most incredible ‘80s album… of 2010.
Q: Should you listen to this album? A: Uh, that’d be a big time yes.
Some bands and some albums hit a bunch of my musical sweet spots at once.