Darling you gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I’ll be here ’til the end of time
So you got to let know
Should I stay or should I go?

Always tease tease tease
Siempre – coqetiando y enganyando
You’re happy when I’m on my knees
Me arrodilla y estas feliz
One day is fine, next is black
Un dias bien el otro negro
So if you want me off your back
Al rededar en tu espalda
Well come on and let me know
Me tienes que desir
Should I stay or should I go?
Me debo ir o que darme

Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
An’ if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know

This indecision’s bugging me
Esta undecision me molesta
If you don’t want me, set me free
Si no me quieres, librame
Exactly who’m I’m supposed to be
Diga me que tengo ser
Don’t you know which clothes even fit me?
¡§saves que robas me querda?
Come on and let me know
Me tienes que desir
Should I cool it or should I blow?
¡§me debo ir o quedarme?

Should I stay or should I go now?
¡§yo me frio o lo sophlo?
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voi – va ver peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo es doble
So you gotta let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I stay or should I go?
¡yo me frio o lo sophlo?

God save the sex pistols they’re a bunch of wholesome blokes
They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes
God save television keep the programms pure
God save William Grundy from falling in manure

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk

God save Martin Boorman and nazis on the run
They wasn’t being wicked God that was their idea of fun
God save Myra Hindley God save Ian Brady
Even though he’s horrible and she ain’t what you call a lady

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk

God save politicians God save our friends the pigs
God save Idi Amin and god save Ronald Biggs
God save all us sinners God save your blackest sheep
God save the good samaritan and god save the worthless creep

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Sold his soul Sold his soul Sold his soul to punk

Brak tekstu

Brak tekstu

We like to sit in white bars
And browse through new-by chicks
Our closet get old-fashioned
To be by me once we quit
We’re fitting our filter friends
In Amsterdam, in Chelsea
We don’t go but in a longer transport
We had our fleet of taxis

In Richmond we are very small
In Richmond we are objects of art

A walk along the?
Alright, it must be boat
Oysters in a trendy restaurant
I’ll flash out 20 pound notes
Then tour along a? cup in a brand-new Lamborghini
With a tasty model next to me sipping iced Martini

In Richmond we are truly never nice
In Richmond we’re the average peasant lives

So if you think you’re good enough?
Well there’s a few things that you have to do first
If you wanna join our troupe
You have to have a daily?
A holiday in?
You’re gonna have?
And dance like John Travolta

In Richmond?
In Richmond where the single? are mental
In Richmond?
In Richmond?

Janet:
Well, that’s all for today.
I hope you have enjoyed this lesson in the finest of English language and culture.

John:
It has been a totally disspiriting experience.
But who gives a flying fuck what I think.

Janet:
And now it’s time to say: Bye, bye.

John:
So it’s bye, bye from Janet

Janet:
Bye, bye.
And bye, bye from John.

John:
Bye, bye.

Two fingers poking at the world
One golden rule, no rules at all
Two fingers been poised down on to you
You better make sure they got something to do
Two fingers now what a surprise
Mama can’t believe what happens before her eyes
Her little darling once so small
Never could believe you’d grow up at all.

Well do we miss you, Yes we do
Father sends his regards to you
Will I write well once in while
I’ll send my love and a Molotov cocktail

Janet:
Step Five

John:
How to make a Molotov cocktail.

Janet:
Steal one empty bottle. Fill it with petrol. Preferably unledded.

John:
Push your handkerchief firmly into the top.
Hold your cigarette lighter in the left hand.
And wait for a passing tank.

One two three
Four five six
Gotta do a dance
And it goes like this

Yeah some little girl’s gotta hold on me
She’s only thirteen but oh so sweet
Got me down on my knees
Got a stranglehold on me

Put’s her arms around me like a vice
It’s oh so painful but nice
But I can only take it once or twice
Got a stranglehold on me

Got a stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Stranglehold

Put’s her arms around me like a vice
It’s oh so painful but nice
But I can only take it once or twice
Got a stranglehold on me

Got a stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Stranglehold

Stranglehold on me
Stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Stranglehold.

Five six seven
Eight nine ten
You want more?
We’ll do it again

Stranglehold on me
Stranglehold on me
Stranglehold on me
Stranglehold.

We’ve been crying now for much to long
Now we’re gonna dance to a different song
Gonna scream and shout to my dying breath
Gonna smash it up ’til there’s nothing left

Smash it up

People call me villain it’s such a shame
Maybe it’s my clothes must be to blame
I don’t even care if I look a mess
Don’t wanna be a sucker like all the rest

Smash it up