Crackpot History And The Right To Lie Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
People come people go, how long I'll stay I just don't know
When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come
Crackpot history and the right to lie
People love people hate, for my downfall they just can't wait
When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come
Crackpot history and the right to lie
I wish that everyone could see a show by Liza Minnelli
Such a marvellous lady with talent by the ton
Crackpot history and the right to lie
People lie people hurt, like to read their Sunday dirt
So every Jeckyll needs a Hyde to blame the business on
Crackpot history and the right to lie
Every rebel that I've met say they're going to die and yet
I see them now and they ain't dead yet, and pushing forty one
Crackpot history and the right to lie
Pumping is a splendid gift, I hope you will catch my drift
Some like pumping in the lift, just like the Scottish Tongs
Crackpot history and the right to lie
There is nothing like the sound of a nicely laundered pound
Trying to collect around forty million
Crackpot history and the right to lie

1969 Again Lyrics By Adam Ant

Well hello matey
What have you done for me lately?
Yeah
Are you paying my rent?
Are you my best friend?
You cant beat our meat
So you better shut your pipehole
Mister, are you listening
To the bingy bingy bingy bingy bongy children?
Do you feel good?
Do you feel the shame?
Or is it 1969 Again?
Oh how you make me
Wish I was a baby
Yeah
When you're playing Miss Swish
Knickers on we're british
You're my agony nanny
With you big towel protection
Mister, are you listening
To the bingy bingy bingy bingy bongy children?
Do you feel good?
Do you feel the shame?
Coz it's 1969 Again
God made the little fishes
And god he made the seven seas
God makes us to pay for our sins
That's why he gave us
The bingly bongly children
1969 Again...
Mister, are you listening
To the bingy bingy bingy bingy bongy children?
Do you feel good?
Do you feel the shame?
Coz it's 1969 Again
1969 Again...

Manners & Physique Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Andre Cymone

Pick your honey up never let her go
Say you want an answer the answer isn't no
Do it any style right across the floor
And when you feel exhausted
Then you know it's time for more
I love it when you tease
And better when you pose
But I can't kiss a lipstick
Or date a pile of clothes
You really got a bod
I saw it so I know
So why the sweats and baggy clothes
Like you don't have to show
Rebob the Bebop doin' it doggie style
I wanna see you sweat that would be unique
'Cos all that really matters is your
Manners and physique yeah
Manners and physique
Manners and physique
I wanna see you sweat
That would be unique
'Cos all that really matters is your
Manners and physique
Pick your honey up never let her go
Say you want an answer the answer isn't no
When you gonna stop
Crawling on your back
Treating daily workout
Like an aphrodisiac
Now you quit the drugs
And the messing around
But you be very careful
That you don't get musclebound
You've tuned up everything
Tighter than a drum
So tell me what's the point
If you don't share it with someone

Made Of Money Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
You think that I'm amde of money
You've got something coming honey
This ain't no land of milk and honey
My accountant thinks that's funny
Instead of trying to use your brains
You sit round and suck my veins
Your kind of rat belongs in drains
You're gonna get around
You like all those big fancy cars
Trendy people and their wine bars
But your lying will leave its scars
Get around, get on your horse
You think that I'm made of reddies
That makes me choke on my Shreddies
I may smile and act so sunny
But this boy is not your dummy
Marriages are made in heaven
So what the hell happened to mine?

Playboy Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni
What do you wear in bed?
Some headphones on my head
What do you like to hold?
My breath, she said.
(He's a playboy)
Hi there, haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Was it in my dreams, I'm not too sure
The way you look seems so unfair
All that beauty, golden hair.
You dance like someone heaven blessed
All wrapped up in gorgeous dress
I just want you to catch me when I fall...
Has anyone ever told you you've got the most
Beautiful eyes?
I really do mean it.
D'you like fast cars?...
She like Johnny, she likes Joe
But they both ignore her so
Mister Playboy sing your song
And the horse you rode in on...

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

Strip Lyrics By Adam Ant

It's at times like this the great heaven knows
That we wish we had not so many clothes
So let's loosen up with a playful tease
Like all lovers did through the centuries
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
Uh-huh-huh
When it gets so hot, the end of the day
You may find your clothes getting in the way
If a pretty dress hides your true desire
Fold it nice and slow, throw it on the fire
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
Uh-huh-huh
We don't need to see what the butler saw
Or a mirrored room with a mirrored floor
All those sneaky looks gazing down on you
Are no substitute for our rendezvous
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
Uh-huh-huh
It's at times like this the great heaven knows
That we wish we had not so many clothes
So let's loosen up with a playful tease
Like all lovers did through the centuries
If you think it's cheap or a bit risqu‏,‏
Please don't say a word I'll just slip away
I am not a man who believes in lies
Like an octopus with big x-ray eyes
Don't freeze up girl, you're looking quite a sight
Be generous, I want it all tonight‎‏ ‏
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?
We're just following ancient history
If I strip for you will you strip for me?

Friend Or Foe Lyrics By Adam Ant

I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enimies...
Take it up or leave it
I'm not gonna change a bit
If it means heartache
Then leave it out for your sake
I tried and try tried
To take care of my insides
Nobody's perfect
So leave me if you object
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers or my enimies
I want those who get to know me
To become admirers...
When you're a pirouetting, highkicking
Thighslapping cruiser
When you're a hipgrinding, spellbinding
Clean cut seducer
You have to be careful so people take note
I take it serious, but I still like a joke
I want those who get to know me
To become my admirers or my enimies...
Take it up or leave it
I'm not gonna change a bit
If it means heartache
Then leave it out for your sake
I tried and try tried
But still you say that I lied
Nobody's perfect
So leave me if you object
Take it up or leave it
I'm not gonna change a bit
If it means heartache
Then leave it out for your sake
I tried and try tried
To take care of my insides
Nobody's perfect
So leave me if you object

Rough Stuff Lyrics By Adam Ant

Adam Ant/Andre Cymone

Down in the jungle
Feeling very fat
You better hit the floor
and give me twenty
And the girls sing
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
Do it til you're sore
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
I know what you're looking for
Heavens where you find it
So sit back and relax
I wouldn't be so sure
'Cos we need plenty
And the girls sing girls sing
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
Do it til you're sore
Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga
Boom lagga boom sha boom
I know what you're looking for
Rough Stuff when a man's got to do
What a man's got to do
What a man's got to do oh yeah
Rough Stuff when the time is right
And the place you go to whale
You gotta put something down
How far can you get
And still come back alive?
You never hear the shot
The shot that gets you
And the girls sing girls sing