| 21. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Geraldine |
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I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre If she didn't exist I'd have to invent her There isn't any secret to my frequent visits It's...
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| 22. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Huffety Puff |
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Huffety Puff didn't love you enough Was it nice and slow or a little bit rough? Amazing me when you do your stuff You're so kind and I'm so tough ...
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| 23. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - That's Not All |
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While these minutes of no good Bloody slowly drift away It's you that comes to help him now That's not all he wants to say Tomorrow And...
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| 24. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Love Is All |
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When ecstasy ennobled our first kiss I fell into an agony of bliss I've never heard a person talk like this I hope you don't think you can take...
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| 25. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Twenty Tiny Fingers Sore Throat Mix |
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She put on the light in the middle of the night the wet stuff's here let's go I grabbed a sock and called the doc he told me don't be slow I got...
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| 26. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Dance Little Rude Boy |
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Hey, with your natty threads and your nifty dreads And your Dagenham royal swagger With your tricky spiels and your Cuban heels And the face of a...
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| 27. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Spasticus (autisticus) |
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I'm spasticus, I'm spasticus I'm spasticus autisticus I'm spasticus, I'm spasticus I'm spasticus autisticus I'm spasticus, I'm spasticus I'm...
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| 28. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Razzle In My Pocket |
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In my yellow jersey, I went out on the nick. South Street Romford, shopping arcade Got a Razzle magazine, I never paid Inside my jacket and away...
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| 29. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - England's Glory |
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(spoken intro.) This one's for Julie, who we love I love her almost as I do Alma But we don't do Alma no more It's called ˜England's Glory'. if...
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| 30. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick |
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In the deserts of Sudan And the gardens of Japan From Milan to Yucatan Every woman, every man Hit me with your rhythm stick. Hit me! Hit me! ...
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| 31. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Father |
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Father's very noisy with his vines Says œthere all the same, it makes you sick? Need a bleeding boot up their behinds That would bloody shift...
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| 32. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Sex And Drugs And Rock 'n' Roll |
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Sex and drugs and rock and roll Is all my brain and body need Sex and drugs and rock and roll Are very good indeed Keep your silly ways or throw...
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| 33. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Itinerant Child |
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I took out all the seats and away I went it's a right old banger and the chassis' bent it's got a great big peace sign across the back and most of...
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| 34. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Lonely (town) |
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Your eyes are focused on a screen of your own choosing your mind is busy with distractions of it's own my imminent departure is the flavour of the...
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| 35. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Profoundly In Love With Pandora |
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My mother's heart and soul Have gone halfway up the pole My father's on the dole This is taking its toll My friend Bert is much too old And...
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| 36. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Mischief |
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Robbed R. Pearson's paper, Lauren spent his half Ricky loves a kicking and he wants to join the guards Barry breaks the windows of his broken home ...
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| 37. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Reasons To Be Cheerful |
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Why don't you get back into bed Why don't you get back into bed Why don't you get back into bed Why don't you get back into bed Why don't you get...
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| 38. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Quick Quick Slow |
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Give me the quick quick slow Give me the quick quick slow Give me the quick quick slow Give me the quick quick slow Give me the quick quick slow...
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| 39. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Pardon |
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New digs and prospects of a job New digs and prospects Have I been half interested ˜till now? Breath and armpits stink For Christ's sake...
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| 40. Ian Dury And The Blockheads - That's Enough Of That |
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Here comes the postman - letters in his sack Dear Auntie Mary, we'd love to have you back Here come the letters through the letterbox Poor...
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