`The First Album - The Lyrics`

`(Moonlight) Shake My Head And Leave`

(Mason, Broughton, Thomas)

Moonlight.. . Oh in the Moonlight Eyes bright . . . Waiting for daylight Please, don't fight, everything's so right High lights .. . Sweet golden goodnights. But there you go, it goes to show, how my imagination flows. In never ending circles, with glances asking questions We chase each other's alibis And if my voices show me caution, (only through your eyes) its only through your eyes Nightlife ...seems like a still life Waiting ...for unfinished paintings oh but meanwhile ... time in between smiles stands still .. . like some breathless windmill. But there you go, it goes to show, how my imagination flows. If the sages say I'm foolish. I'll say your every movement Was like a river, washing over me. But if you tell me that its ended, I'll shake my head and leave (shake my head and leave).

`Deadly Delicious`

(Slamer, Mason)

Good God, she's deadly delicious, camper than a holiday. Front page, in every issue, tighter than a one act play. Don't look, without your glasses, she'll turn you to a pillar of salt. Watch out, she's mean and brassy, sharper than a telephone. Take care, she'll ask you for small things, only that you give her the earth. Gladly she gives you nothing for something, she only seems to stop when it hurts. Tell her, that England becomes her, its really more expensive abroad. Modest so what can you give her just a floor in Madame Tussauds. look how, she smiles politely, harmless as a hive full of beezzz She breaks your heart, three times nightly, when you see her dwarf on a lead. Don't stop, she'll have you arrested, just for looking into her eyes. Must be, she's chemically tested, just one glance you're into the vice . .. Just one glance you're into the vice ... Just one glance you're into the vice .. . Please ... don't leave the room. don't leave the room, don't leave the room. Please ... don't leave the room, don't leave the room, don't leave the room. Good God, she's deadly delicious, camper than s holiday. Front page in every issue, tighter than a one act play. Don't look, without your glasses, she turn you to a pillar of salt. Watch out, she's mean and brassy, sharper than a telephone. Good God, she's deadly delicious ... Deadly Delicious ... Deadly Delicious ...

`Surgery Hours (doctor doctor)`

(Slamer, Broughton, Mason) (The patient): Oh Doctor, Doctor, soothe my aching knee. Higher, higher if you please I'm sure my temperature's running so low I could freeze. Have you got something to warm me (And the Doctor said) I'm sure the council will admit I'm in a fix See my point of view for sure. They'll say "We know its hard" then strike me off the list. After all its not L'amour ... I can't risk no more. During surgery hours. (The patient): Oh Doctor, Doctor Oh Doctor, Doctor Oh Doctor, Doctor. My husband works at night, And I can't sleep without the light You see it gets so dark it worries me sometimes. I get this aching in my side. (And the Doctor said) I'm sure an aspirin will satisfy your needs. For who knows where a massage leads. Your insomnia kept me awake last week Your Doctor diagnoses greed, greed, greed, greed. I can't risk no more. During surgery hours. Oh Doctor, Doctor. Oh Doctor, Doctor. Oh Doctor, Doctor, soothe my aching knee, higher, higher, if you please. I'm sure my temperature's running so low I could freeze Have you got something to warm ... me Oh Doctor, Doctor Oh Doctor, Doctor (etc)

`Sunset Boulevard`

(Mason, Broughton, Thomas)

No... No golden mile Or flashing cameras, the ritzy style Just ... just scrap book smiles. There's no need to hurry, when all she has is time She, she, she, she's going home Between the pagodas and always alone

Down on Sunset Boulevard, you'd sell your soul before your car is paid for. The only laughing sound you hear, from blind men cause they hold no fear of darkness With every flashing theatre light, a startled welcome through the night is glowing. But every mother's son is dead, they choked upon the daily bread they prayed for.

Friends... friends pass on by. She gives a performance, they call it a lie. Only ... only late at night. She still sees the traces of the city lights

Sun… Sun ... Sun ... Sunset Boulevard, the devil can take her, she's been there before By the broken ballistrade, an idol from another age is swaying Softly singing Gershwin songs, but every other note is wrong and straining. And once again her glass is dry, the bedroom mirror cannot lie forever For down on Sunset Boulevard they've lived too long and laughed too hard to love her

The telephone is ringing ... but there's no reply A gramophone is singing ... sweetly out of time. And in the hall, screaming for the final scene ... Passing through their eyes, peering for the view. With her name in lights, The lady's news. And in her sleep they call her... loving every smile

Lining every street to see her . . . starry eyed and wild. Again she wakes, screaming for the final scene. Passing through their eyes, peering for the view. With her name in lights, The lady's news.

`Oddball Dance`

(Slamer, Mason, Dunn, Thomas) The doctor said that a week in bed would certainly do the trick But I knew from the start that it wasn't my heart, it was my head that was making me sick Well I got so bored, taking trips abroad to improve the condition I had. Just sitting at home like a sackful of bones, while my neighbours thought me utterly mad I took to L.S.D. I wrote to magazines. The kind they sell you with one eye on the door But I'd like to endorse the lonely hoofers course That really showed me what dancing is for I was first to arrive, kinda nervous and shy, when the atmosphere put me at ease. It was cozy and warm, like the day I was born, with the smell of burning joss on the breeze

I first got my chance at the Oddball Dance ... The thrill of romance At the Oddball Dance, the Oddball Dance, the Oddball Dance I first got my chance, at the Oddball Dance . . . The thrill of romance. At the Oddball Dance, the Oddball Dance, the Oddball Dance.

I was kinda surprised 'cause I'm a regular guy, used to sitting in a room full of squares I was quick to surmise I was watching two guys who were really taking off on the stairs The music was hard, a little avant-garde, I had to keep my ear to the ground And I had to remark on the poster of Marx someone used as a roach in the lounge There was the heavy brigade, complete with beret and shades. I really thought that they were putting me on But I turned around to find a thousand rounds of ammunition lying there in the john I left the room to find solitude and to contemplate the meaning of time. But when I returned I got mg fingers burned, can you lend me the bread for the fine?

I first got my chance, at the Oddball Dance,... The thrill of romance At the Oddball Dance, the Oddball Dance, the Oddball Dance. I first got my chance, at the Oddball Dance,... The thrill of romance At the Oddball Dance, the Oddball Dance, the Oddball Dance. I first got my chance, at the Oddball Dance.

The Oddball Rag.

I first got my chance, at the Oddball Dance ... I first got my chance, at the Oddball Dance ... I first got my chance, at the Oddball Dance . .. The thrill of romance At the Oddball Dance, The Oddball Dance, The Oddball Dance. Dance.

`5000 Years / Don't Know Can't Tell`

(Broughton, Mason)

Our carpets are worn and all our curtains torn. But the mood carries on, and on and on beyond, till it's gone. It seems like five thousand years have come and gone And still it's left undone.

In circles and space, the vast inhuman race The strain will show, when empty breezes blow, going no place. It seems like five thousand years have come and gone And still it's left undone.

The changes in time will steal your youth and mine With shaking heads, we lie in unmade beds, counting the nights. It seems like five thousand years have come and gone And still it's left undone.

Will you let me in? I'm just a long lost friend. You can't tell these days just what a man intends. Is it day? Or is it night? I don't know. Can't tell. I don't know.

But you reap what you sow, that's how it goes We made the bed and look where it led Is it where we wanted to go? Well who's to know. The jackal and the fox, won't spoil your window box Who needs a world outside? Your T.V.'s twice as wide. Is it day? Or is it night? I don't know. Can't tell. I don't know.

But you reap what you sow, that's how it goes. We made the bed and look where it's led. Is it where we wanted to go, well who's to know Who's to know, who's to know, who's to know ... ?

No one dares to walk along the boulevard In case they catch you off your guard When the lights are off and there is no one there Then they catch you unawares. Nervousness is showing in the whites of your eyes Suspicious of the other guy Talking is a luxury that you can't afford When everybody's paranoid.

It seems like five thousand years have come and gone (Rep. x 3) It seems like five thousand years have come and gone. And still it's left undone.

`The Hap-ki-do Kid`

(Mason, Thomas)

I heard that you get tougher with every reel The kids say you got fingers made of steel They say your belt gets blacker by the hour I know you like your victims sweet and sour.

Watch out ... He don't need no pistol in his hand Watch out ...With so much bread and twice as many fans. Watch out ... He scowls at you and then he chops you down Watch out ... He's the seventh son of the holy seventh Dan.

Hap - Ki - Do, Hap - Ki - Do . . . (He ... He's the kid, here he comes)

So you embrace the beauty and the beast A wisdom given to you from the East. And there your masters taught you where it's at The noble art of breaking someone's back.

Watch out ... He don't need no pistol in his hand Watch out ... With so much bread and twice as many fans. Watch out ... He scowls at you and then he chops you down Watch out .., He's the seventh son of the holy seventh Dan.

Hap - Ki - Do, Hap - Ki - Do ... (He ... He's the kid, here he comes) Hap - Ki - Do . .. Here he comes ... Watch out ...

`The Greatest Story Ever Told`

(Broughton, Thomas)

The scant applause and bar room bores had left him crying. But in his dreams, they kissed him clean, he heard them sighing. Woke up to a woman's touch and lying by his side She offered him the whole world's eyes ... Tomorrow... You'll be the greatest story ever told.

Around her neck, was draped a snake, she held him to her And on her arm, a silver charm, with Roman numbers He saw an eye gleaming like a cool and breathing icy cold She gave her hand and took his soul Tomorrow ... He'd be the greatest story ever told. Tomorrow, Tomorrow . .. You'll be the greatest story ever to)d. Tomorrow, Tomorrow ... You'll be the greatest story ever told.

Banners bear your name, you'll tee the whole world change But it just don't matter today, the fires are far away. You'll be the greatest story ever told. She winked her eye, and smiled a smile, that left him chilly. The price of fame was all she claimed and he was willing. Now it never rains where he entertains and there's a cooling breeze. The fires burn eternally... With no ... Tomorrow. He's still the greatest story ever told. Tomorrow, Tomorrow, you'll be the greatest story ever told. Tomorrow, Tomorrow, you'll be the greatest story ever told.

Banners bear your name, you'll see the whole change But it just don't matter today, the fires are far away, you'll be the greatest story ever told. Tomorrow, Tomorrow, you'll be the greatest story ever told (Rep. etc).

`Haymaking Time`

(Mason, Broughton)

The first thing I saw was the sun on your skin. Dew on the doorstep, the milk to take in to the house. A mouse running rafters, the cat running after, to catch him a playmate. They tell me it's Haymaking Time again. The next thing I knew we were sitting apart You in pajamas and me with my heart on your sleeve. Don't go, leave the day spoiled, wait till the egg's boiled, what's in a moment. Indulging in sentimentality. You know it's not right, to make a song and dance over night. You know it's not right, but you do it anyhow. It's not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light. It's not very bright, but you do it anyhow. Memories shelter in days such as these Love still remembered in visions you cast with the breeze Wax on the candle, sand in your sandals, they weather the seasons Who cares about reasoning anyway. You know it's not right, to make a song and dance over night. You know it's not right, but you do it anyhow. It's not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light. It's not very bright, but you do it anyhow.

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