We’ll See To Your Breakdown

Pack your bags
Go on, goodbye
Trust was breached
Hips don’t lie

You will never have a job
You will never have lunch in this town again
We’ll see to that cause we hate you

Leotard
But it’s too late
Trust was breached
Now meet your fate

Even Your Friend

Even your friend stayed until the end, not you
The heat of the night, I through we might, not you
Brandenburg gate, I’d best not be late said you
The heat of the night, I thought we might but oh no

Your MMS a work of finesse, but you
You crash and you burn, you never return, not you
Brandenburg gate, I’d best not be late, said you
The heat of the night, I thought we might, but oh no

Kids are you ready for the summertime love?
Heat in the hood, heat in the hood
Are you ready to go steady with a summertime love?
Heat in the hood, heat in the hood
With a house and a baby and a summertime love
I knew you would, I knew you would
Are you ready to go steady with a summertime love?

Even your friend could not comprehend, you
The heat of the night, the stars so bright, but you
You crash and you burn, you never return, not you
The heat of the night, I thought we might, but oh no

Oh yeah!

We Work In Bars

We met the blond guy
He was with the bass guy
We had a long chat
They know my friend

We know them
We work in bars
They’re really good
We work in bars

They play a lot
We work in bars
Side projects too
We work in bars

They’re doing this project
They got the funding
Tokyo, London
They know my friend

They know my friend
They’re taking off
We work in bars
We work in bars

And Daddy left
And Mum is sick
We work in bars
We work in bars

Obviously

We have to agree there is a god
That man on TV there is a god
Shakira and Diego
Fiesta and Domingo

The howling wind and the rattle and hum
We have to agree on the tree of pain
We live la vida loca
on La Isla Bonita

Is anybody still out there?

Is there any need for aprés ski?
We have to agree on aprés ski
Koritsia and Metaxa
You and Hanna Schygulla

Oh Diego I’m so sorry
Richard Dawkins, Peter Lorre
Oh Diego, not to worry
Richard Thomas, Jodi Foster

Is anybody still out there?

Gimme Legs

Gimme Legs
Breathe a word

Don’t let ’em know
Can I please, please bitch!
Don’t let ’em know
Gimme please, please bitch!

Why? The heat
Why? The night
Why? The heat
Why? Occupé

Don’t let ’em know
Gimme legs

Well Done You

Well done you
You’ve really really got the hang of it
That’s excellent stuff there
Come on, I’ll buy you a drink

We’re really glad to have you with us
I know you were struggling at first
But soon you tackled it head on
And that was quite a feat, considering

Well done you
You’ve really really shown ambition here
A little rough round the edges
But who cares, with an outcome like this

A coke? A beer? Don’t be shy. A coke then.

Top-notch stuff
You’ve really really gone that extra mile
You’ve got your head screwed on right
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark

Nevertheless, The Chap

(Oooh)
Melancholy, oh dear
(Uuuh)
Nevertheless, The Chap
(Ahhh)
Bourgeoisie, The Chap
(Let’s party)
Everyone everyone!

(Oooh)
Critical beats
(Uuuh)
Nevertheless, The Chap
(Ahhh)
Interesting and fun
(Fiesta)
Everyone everyone!

(Oooh)
Neighbourhood watch, oh dear
(Uuuh)
Neighbourhood watch, oh dear
(Ahhh)
Neighbourhood watch, oh dear
(Hey neighbour)
Stop your watch, stop your watch!

We’re 36 with the Hits FM
And we’re staying up past 11pm

Watch some girls go by
And time goes by
And then we die!

Pain Fan

We had a holiday
It’s like dementia
Talk to the faculty
Precision trencher

It’s dangerous, we have bunny
Together life, MENSA MENSA

They had a lovely day
White-water rafting
You’re like a hurricane
Punishing schedule

Torpor

The start up
The corner shop
The Mac Book

Hauntology
Hypnogogy
Clever clogs
Terminology

I remember Hall and Oates
I remember Elvis Rex

Maroccan Nights

Burn alive, burn alive
Burning man, burning man
Burning house, burning house
Everything, all of it

Ain’t no picnic, ain’t no picnic
Ain’t no picnic, bed of roses
Ain’t no disco, Frappucino
Everything, to the ground

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23
31
Nought

Few Horoscope

It’s too late to recycle
To reboot the passion
It’s far too heikel (risky risky risky risky)

Overload my buffer
To release the supernode
I’m far too sweaty (itchy itchy itchy itchy)

Get the funk outta here
Oh my bandwidth flows

Supervise my protocol
My domain, my horoscope
My Eldorado (bitchy bitchy bitchy bitchy)

Flood attack my assets
Simulate community
I’m far too mindful

Get the funk outta here
On and on it goes

Chalet Chalet

Easyjet to heart of gold (alright alright)
Matahorn to Mandalay (je t’aime)
Opportunities abound (chalet chalet)
In-flight music, hey hey hey (je t’aime)

Forget about the war
Just come knocking on my door
I just got my pay
I’ll whisk you away on a holiday
Let’s go go

Forget about the crunch
Just come help me pack our lunch
I just got me a car
Our private Eurostar, down some boulevard
Let’s go go

Forget about what’s next
Don’t even send a text
Let’s get away from this mess
There’s no need to stress, I’ve got GPS
Let’s go go

Forget about the cash
Just rely on my panache
Just let go of your fears
Let’s suspend our careers, continental beers
Let’s go go