Pearl 'n' Roy (england) Lyrics - Singles - Mott The Hoople

SHUT UP 

It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974 

Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist 

There's no way you ain't poor 

Work the mine, work the factory line 

Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse 

Number One ain't gettin' it done 

And Number Two always got to lose 

Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker 

Money funny honey, cook book looker 

Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker 

Easy fee degree, cute boot licker 

Now I'll tell you something 

It seems like the rich dudes live in the sun 

And if Eton be a democracy - well I'm gonna get me some 

They got no chins and they always win 

Piece of glass hides the class from the mass 

Uni-own Jack is starting to crack 

The greed breed's killin' off the grass 

Come on, own up! - you're blown-up, you're shown-up 

Amatuers - amateurs - bullshit calamitors 

Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker 

Money funny honey, cook book looker 

Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker 

Easy fee degree, cute boot licker 

Thought you said, you'd make us into a star 

You just jive, you connived with our lives 

You're a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your case 

Hi Number Ten, how's things goin'? 

Times are a-changin', winds are blowin' 

Big white chief, false teeth showin' 

I'm sittin' here growin, I'm sittin' here knowin' 

You're on the lamm, can't control it 

You're just a sham, you mink stole it 

Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker 

Easy fee degree, cute boot licker 

Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker 

Money funny honey, cook book looker