Round Trip

(Thompson / Foreman)


I boarded me a flight from Istanbul
En route to kilimangiro
I hadn’t packed a bag; I was in a kinda rush
I wasn’t too fussy on where I wanted a go

Y'see I had a little something taped to my body
But don’t tell anyone or they’LL all want to go

Welcome travellers
This is captain uherrrrrrrrr
In a few moments
We shall be decending down towards planet earth
Hope you all enjoyed your flight
On behalf of the powers that be and myself
I hope you enjoy your flight with us
And I would particularly like to inform the passenger
In seat B52

I am the amanistic passing through space
Who’d appreciate you not breaching this place
I am the god sent spirit of the sphere and my powers
That be would like a whisper
Whisssssper

Stepping form the aircraft
Onto the tarmac
I could feel the heat pounding down upon me
Beads of sweat formed around my neck
It almost felt Like, well i was being strangled
But I also realised to the surprise
Of my pursuers
I was almost home and dry

Its so hot so god damn hot
I could sink a litre of ice-cold beer
Shit fuck and damn it
whooo IM in transit
If this is abudabe then god damn get me out of here

I am the amanistic biding my time
Who’d appreciate you not reaching this place
I am the god sent spirit of the spiel and my powers
That be we lack
Whisssssper

A walkie-talkie handsome man directed me
Who shook me into his brightly lit room
Where two burly gungerdins
Made me strip to me shins
It was so embarrassing
I did not know which way to turn


Saints and Sinners

(Thompson / Foreman)

Here comes that sinking feeling
swirling up deep from within the heart of me

Launching a scathing attack from the back
he stands and with one almighty crack


All you sinners and all you saints
Like seeking Believers and born again cranks
cavemen and rapists
and stillborn escapists
who don’t have the faintest

stabbing about in the dark 
Then he wakes
nobody cheers because
no fuddy dud could give a fuck about fate

so naturally tired and alone
longing for home
far from the madding drone
Whoaaaaa look out

All you sinners and all you saints
Like seeking Believers and born again cranks
cavemen and rapists
and stillborn escapists
who don’t have the faintest

stabbing about in the dark 

 (Wicked guitar solo)

The whole house turns hell-bent to their contempitentat 
at the man in the green checker whistle
whose prepared for a kill
a bombardment at will
a summer assault spills
upon the disco floor

All you sinners and all you saints
Like seeking Believers and born again cranks
cavemen and rapists
and stillborn escapists
who don’t have the faintes
t
X5
stabbing about in the dark 



Say it again
Somebody Talk

Tap Dancing

(Thompson / Foreman)

Unravel your life pull up an easy chair
Appearing on the big screen tonight
Woo woo woo woo you better beware

The dinosaurs are coming to town
Shaking there yeah year yeah

I’m tap dancing into the hall of fame again
Watch me wiggle on the spot
It’s a show stopping rip-roaring challenge

Look at the chequered flag as it waves the winner home
Streets ahead of its two tone clone
Hunger fulfilled by a slippery hand
No need to sideshow when you’re in command
I’m tap dancing down into the jaws of
Reoccurring nightmares
Looking down upon empty stares

Be bold don’t be afraid
Be a man put yourself in my place
Give me some thing without being bland
No need to suck up when you’re in command

I’m tap dancing into the hall of fame again
Watch me wiggle on the spot
It’s a show stopping rip-roaring challenge
Watch this space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Watch this space
Space
Space
Space
Space

Here he comes

(Thompson / Foreman)


Here he comes beating his drum
Here he comes from the back of beyond

Cop a look at it
Get a load of it
A fine figure of a man
He ain’t going he’s planning on staying
He’s throwing a party for the umpteenth time

He’s doing very well
Considering hell
Mixing slime with the old hokey kokey

Here he comes……………
Here he comes singing the same old song

You met him he met you
You heard it all before
Getting your ear bent
To rapturous applause

So with a cheesy smile
You back away from the potentious bollocks
Waffling away

Sliding down the ladder of prospect
You get catch a glimpse of a one eyed snake

Here he comes driven by hope and desire
Here he comes guided by the hand of hell fire

Fire
Fire

Striving for that feather in your cap
Pat on the back  your the leader of the pack
 but Look out for the danger signs
One slip up and he'll make you so
God speed your out from his clutch
It’s your soul he needs the touch

Here he comes beating his drum
 Here he comes from the back of beyond
Here he comes directing his thumb
Here he comes singing the same old song
Here he comes driven by hope and desire
Here he comes guided by the hand of hell fire

Here he comes bashing his drum
Here he comes from the back of beyond
Here he comes directing his thumb
Here he comes singing the same old song
Here he comes driven by hope and desire
 guided by the hand of hell