If You Keep On Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Kevin Rowland

I'll take it round
Round by round
And I will pay if you don't mind
So just say hello
Or even stare
But don't talk about me
When I'm standing there
So you run your life
And I'll run mine
Don't ask how I am
You're no friend of mine
I've made my own bed
It suits me fine
I don't know your name
But you sure know mine
I'm not hard to get on with
You'd try the patience
Of a saint
If you keep on talking to me
With all of your crude advice
I'll talk to you my friend
And it won't be nice
If you keep on doing what you're doing
I'm gonna vexed with you
If you keep on doing what you're doing
You're gonna be next
I'll take it round
Round by round
Don't want to hear bells when I hit the ground
After awhile you get used to pain
If you knock me down
I'll just get up again
Now these things I say
Sound hard for you
Well that's just because
You've got no point of view
Some people talk and never do
And that's the big difference
Between me and you
If you keep doing what you're doing......

Angel Lyrics By Adam Ant

Well come tell me your story
I'll tell you mine
Sunday morning Communion
Standing in a lineFeelling like a cannibal
Eating flesh and drinking blood
Disguised as wine
I know some day we're gonna see
Wings spring out from you shoulders
What kind of being are you?
For there are moments upon moments
Upon moments
When you hardly seem to walk the earth
And I realize I've spent my whole life searching
Searching for an angel
For an angel, for an angel
So come tell me your story
I'll tell you all
Looking at rococco statues
And paintings on the wall
Sitting up there high and mighty
Was this Eden was this hell?
I had to know
I know some day we're gonna see
Wings spring out from you shoulders
What kind of being are you?
For there are moments upon moments
Upon moments
When you hardly seem to walk the earth
You're an angel...
I know some day we're gonna see
Wings spring out from you shoulders
What kind of being are you?
For there are moments upon moments
Upon moments
When you hardly seem to walk the earth
And I realize I've spent my whole life searching
Searching for an angel
For an angel
And I realize I've spent my whole life searching
Searching for an angel
For an angel, for an angel
For an angel, for an angel
For an angel...

Yin & Yang Lyrics By Adam Ant

I got Utah dust
Inside my boots
Peroxide
Covering my roots
Know what it's like to love
And like to be loved
I tell you (oh hohoh) it's such a thrilling thing
That's just the Yin and the Yang of it
Sweet China went to dust for the want of it
Call it Zen or call it Buddha
Inner peace or Heavy Banana
That's just the Yin and the Yang of it
Sweet China swam in blood for the need of it
So don't you ask me to stop wanting it
Don't ask me (oh hohoh) to stop needing it
It's just the Yin and the Yang of it
Call it Zen or call it Buddha
Inner peace or Heavy Banana
That's just the Yin and the Yang of it
It's got some words and a beat to it
Don't you ask me to stop wanting it
Don't ask me (oh hohoh) to stop needing it
It's just the Yin and the Yang of it
Call it Zen or call it Buddha
Inner peace or Heavy Banana
That's just the Yin and the Yang of it
In from cold
Show me ecstasy
Just let the tears
Roll on out of me
Know what it's like to love
And like to be loved
I tell you (oh hohoh) it's such a thrilling thing
That's just the Yin and the Yang of it

Ant Rap Lyrics By Adam Ant

Put some wax on the trax and slide on onta here
Hane, hane, hane, hane, hane
Hatches in the corner ears to the ground
Improve to the groove get down to the sound
Buttons and bows and blew blanc rouge
All things lively must be used
Libertי, egalitי, au jour d'hui c'est trיs trיs trיs
Voici I opportunitי nous Incroyables
I got the moves they got the grooves
Summoned the Gods and they all approved
Bad vibes akimbo on the shelf
Bit of a rap thing going for myself
this gold on the teeth's no sense at all
It only matters when it's on the wall
I'm standing here with my four men
Let's start that rapping thing again :
Marco, Merrick, Terry Lee, Gary Tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty North and in the sexy South
We're all singing I have the mouth
In the naughty North and in the sexy South
We're all singing I have the mouth
I have the mouth
So tired of anarchists looking at me
Don't need their credibility
"destroy", "they say", "defy ! condamn !"
As long as you don't destroy them
With twenty years of drugs and drink
I thought the time had some to think
About standing up and saying that
It's a tragedy and such old hat
I'm standing here with my four men
Let's start that rapping thing again :
(I got) Marco, Marrick, ...
These happy feet are al we need
Summoned the Gods and they all agreed
These feet won't stop they're in such a hurry
I knock it on the heed and I go for a curry
Staying sober can be neat
Get drunk on these here happy feet
Keep on trying to pin me down
"Why a title for your sound ?"
I'm standing here with my four men
Let's do this rapping thing again
I got Marco, Merrick, Terry Lee, Gary Tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty North and in the sexy South
We're all singing I have the mouth ...
And I have the mouth
And you have the mouth
And they got the mouth

Man Called Marco Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Instrumental

It Doesn't Matter Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant
I'm sick of coming home and watching TV.
I just can't stand it when you sit next to me
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter
I'll get by with another
Baby go to hell
Your perspirations brought the wallpaper down
I just can't stand it when you walk into town
I'd love to kiss you baby fall for your charms
but that's all over when you lift up your arms
There's so much trouble when we go for a bite
They say the food is off and they start to fight.

Alien Lyrics By Adam Ant

Great when you call us
Thank you for staying with us
We missed you all so desperatley
But don't blink or you'll miss me
On a street like this as it were
From the thick of Jerusalem
Is what makes you love old England
The roots of freedom are here
Say what you will about the Alien
Just dig in and start with the sky
He's welcome and ever may be so
And then somhow everyhting seems
To come out right
So let's hear it for
Let's hear it for
Let's hear it for
The Alien
You're such a killer
But oh just you trade that in
For tea and Jammie Dodgers
Down the prospect and sing
On a street like this as it were
From the thick of Jerusalem
Is what makes you love old England
The roots of freedom are here
Say what you will about the Alien
Just dig in and start with the sky
He's welcome and ever may be so
And then somhow everyhting seems
To come out right
So let's hear it for
Let's hear it for
Let's hear it for
The Alien

Miss Thing Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
Miss Thing what you got to say?
We saw a honey just the other day
A wild cat, a loud shirt
Thinking up stuff just to different
Wa-la-ba-loomba
Wa-la-ba-loomba
Wa-la-ba-loomba
Wa-la-ba-loom
She was the only one to love him up right
Miss Thing - where you gonna go?
You ever seen a man jump a piano?
Guttertalk, knock 'em dead
Pompadour six inches above his head
Wa-la-ba-loomba.... etc.
Miss Thing please tell me why
He says "child" when he meets another guy
Sweaty staggering out of the swamp
Freaky-deak dancing, pumping that pomp
Wa-la-ba-loomba.... etc.
Turn it up
Have your fill
Up in the treble
A voice like a power drill.

Desperate But Not Serious Lyrics By Adam Ant

If I ask you difficult questions
If I make improper suggestions
Would you find that a risk to your health?
Would you put me up on the bookshelf
With the books and the plants?
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delerious
If I were kind and adoring
How would that be?
Very borring
Mister Pressman with your penknife
Always asking about my sexlife
And who with and how many times?
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delerious
All the advice seems so unkind
"If you don't stop, you will go blind"
They'll tell you it's none of their business
Then console you with a big kiss on the lips
And on the back of the neck
(Oh hey...)
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delerious
Desperate but not serious
Your kisses drive me delerious...‎

Kiss The Drummer Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
In for a penny in for a pound
If she walks by you better turn around
She wants sparkle and she don't give a damn
As well be hung for
A sheep than a lamb
So be her Daddy
She hits back
Kiss the Drummer
Rat-a-tat-tat
Got to learn to laugh at this
Laugh and enjoy herself
Miss Fierce Kiss the Drummer
Little by little, bit by bit
Love stood laughing at this locksmith
She may be wrong, and she may be right
But barking dogs they
Seldom bite
In the panic and the traumas
Miss Fierce puts a bee
Fierce Legwarmers
When men think big
And by golly they do
Don't wanna go crying
Boo-hooing at you

Physical (you're So) Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant
I want to date you maybe
I want to take you out
I want to wine and dine you
I want to twist and twist and shout
I want you hard in my arms
I want you soft on my bed
You get the keys to my heart
When you wear that sweet dress
(You know, the short one)
But you're so physical
Physical
For me
You're just too physical
Physical
For me
I want your rough house baby
I want this right in your ear
You let me feel your danger
I let you make this feeling clear
I want the touch of your charms
The heat of your breath
I want to say all those things
(Those dirty things)
That would be better unsaid
Oh you're so physical oooh
Oh you're so physical oooh woooh
Oh you're so physical oooooooooh
Oh you're so physical oooooooooooooooh