Fine art never moved my soul. No vintage wine and designer clothes. But my world shakes for me. My bird sings sweetly. . A different kind of tinsel. Decorates my tree.
I'm in the limelight. No time for sun ray. We are the happening. This day is our day. . I'm in the limelight ah ah. Big on my block now ah ah. I'm in the limelight ah ah.
Everyone's creeping up to the money god,. Putting tongues where they didn't ought to be. On stepping stones of human hearts and souls,. Into the land of "nothing for free".
Can't you see. Love and affection. When it's put. In you direction. Wrapped in your mysterious wonderland. . No fast car. Can make you grow up. Gentlemen.
There's an epidemic. Stirring passions in young hearts. Even the old campaigners. Have got it really bad. . Well, we ain't seen nothing like it. Since coronation day.
You put your cleanest dirty shirt on. Then you stagger down to meet the dawn. You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss. You know it keeps you born.
Well man created the cardboard box to sleep in it. And man converted the newspaper to a blanket. Well you have to admit that he's come a long way. Since swinging about in the trees.
Meet you in the secret place. Scuffling in the dirt I wait. Whistle will blow, whistle will blow,. Share a joke the laugh's on me. But when I get you on your own we'll see.
Laying on the grass my heart it flares like fire. The way you slap my face just fills me with desire. You play hard to get. 'Cause you're teacher's pet.
It frightens me when you come to mind. The day you dropped in the shopping line. And my heart beats faster when I think of all the signs, all the signs.
Clock in my head. Clock on the wall. And the two of them. Don't agree at all. Friday is heaven, Friday is heaven. . Day in, day out. Day in. . Day in.
Fire they cried. So evil must die. And yields are good. So men pull back hoods and smile. The scapegoat blood spilled. Spittled and grilled it crackled and spat.
Bungalow. Bungalow. By the sea. . Bungalow. In the sea air. Climbing rose. Time to spare. . Luxury accommodation traps the sun. So we're working every hour that God made.