This Year's Model lyrics

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No Action

I don't wanna kiss you
I don't wanna touch
I don't wanna see you
'Cause I don't miss you that much
I'm not a telephone junkie
I told you that we were just good friends
But when I hold you like I hold that bakelite in my hands
There's no action
There's no action
There's no action
Everytime I phone you, I just wanna put you down

He's got the keys to the car
They are the keys to the kingdom
He's got everything you need
It's a shame that he didn't bring them
I'm not a telephone junkie
If I'm inserting my coin I'm doing just fine
And the things in my head start hurtin' my mind
And I think about the way things used to be
Knowing you're with him is driving me crazy
Sometimes I phone you when I know you're not lonely
But I always disconnect it in time
There's no action
There's no action
There's no action
Everytime I phone you, I just wanna put you
Everytime I phone you, I just wanna put you
Everytime I phone you, I just wanna put you down

There's no action
There's no action
There's no action
Everytime I phone you, I just wanna put you down


This Year's Girl

See her picture in a thousand places 'cause she's this year's girl
You think you all own little pieces of this year's girl
Forget your fancy manners, forget your English grammar
'Cause you don't really give a damn about this year's girl

Still you're hoping that she's well spoken 'cause she's this year's girl
You want her broken with her mouth wide open 'cause she's this year's girl
Never knowing it's a real attraction, all these promises of satisfaction
While she's being bored to distraction being this year's girl

Time's running out, she's not happy with the cost
There'd be no doubt, only she's forgotten much more than she's lost

A bright spark might corner the market in this year's girl
You see yourself rolling on the carpet with this year's girl
Those disco synthesizers, those daily tranquilizers
Those body-building prizes, those bedroom alibis
All this, but no surprises for this year's girl
All this, but no surprises for this year's girl
All this, but no surprises for this year's girl


The Beat

We're all going on a summer holiday
Vigilantes coming out to follow me
Heard somebody say they're out to collar me
Anybody wanna swallow me?

It takes two to tumble, it takes two to tango
Speak up; don't mumble if you're in the combo
On the beat, on the beat

Till a man comes along and he says
"Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
Though you never enjoy, such a pleasure to employ"

See your friends in the state they're in
See your friends getting under their skin
See your friends getting taken in

Well, if you only knew the things you do to me
I'd do anything to confuse the enemy
There's only one thing wrong with you befriending me
Take it easy, I think you're bending me

I've been a bad boy with the standard leader
My neighbor's revving up his Vauxhall Viva
On the beat, on the upbeat

Till the man comes along and he says
"Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
Though you never enjoy, such a pleasure to employ"

See your friends walking down the street
See your friends never quite complete
See your friends getting under their feet

Oh, I don't want to disease you
But I'm no good with machinery
Oh, I don't wanna freeze you
Stop looking at the scenery
I keep thinking about your mother
Oh, I don't wanna lick them
I don't wanna be a lover
I just wanna be your victim

I don't go out much late at night
I don't go out much at all
Did you think you were the only one
Who was waiting for a call?
On the beat, on the beat, on the upbeat

Till a man comes along and he says,
"Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
Though you never enjoy, such a pleasure to employ"

See your friends treat me like a stranger
See your friends despite all the arrangements
See your friends -- nothing here has changed

Just the beat
Just the beat
Just the beat
Just the beat


Pump It Up

I've been on tenterhooks
Ending in dirty looks
List'ning to the Muzak
Thinking 'bout this 'n' that
She said that's that
I don't wanna chitter-chat
Turn it down a little bit
Or turn it down flat.

Pump it up when you don't really need it
Pump it up until you can feel it

Down in the pleasure centre
Hell bent or heaven sent
Listen to the propaganda
Listen to the latest slander
There's nothing underhand
That she wouldn't understand

Pump it up until you can feel it
Pump it up when you don't really need it

She's been a bad girl
She's like a chemical
Though you try to stop it
She's like a narcotic
You wanna torture her
You wanna talk to her
All the things you bought for her
Putting up your temp'rature

Pump it up until you can feel it
Pump it up when you don't really need it

Out in the fashion show
Down in the bargain bin
You put your passion out
Under the pressure pin
Fall into submission
Hit-and-run transmission
No use wishing now for any other sin

Pump it up until you can feel it
Pump it up when you don't really need it

Pump it up until you can feel it
Pump it up when you don't really need it

Pump it up until you can feel it
Pump it up when you don't really need it
Don't really need it
Don't really need it
Don't really need it


Little Triggers

Chorus:
Little triggers that you pull with your tongue
Little triggers I don't wanna be hung up
Strung up when you don't call up
Little sniggers on your lips
Little triggers in your grip
Little triggers, my hand on your hip

Thinking all about those censored sequences
Worrying about the consequences
Waiting until I come to my senses
Better put it all in present tenses

(Chorus)

Worrying about the common decency
When it is only a question of frequency
When you say OK, but I gotta cheek
To be saying you're tired of me
When you don't even weaken these
Little triggers...

(chorus)


You Belong To Me

What are you girls gonna tell your mother
I don't want to hear another word about young lovers
Or hiding your boyfriend in the cupboard
She's been to see the doctor, so you hope that she recovers
You act dumb, you say you're so numb
You say you don't come under his thumb

Chorus:
Don't wanna be a goody-goody
I don't want just anybody
No, I don't want anybody
Saying "You belong to me, you belong to me"

Your eyes are absent, your mouth is silent
Pumping like a fire hydrant
Things you see are getting hard to swallow
You're easily led, but you're much too scared to follow
You've been warned, you're going to get torn
No uniform is gonna keep you warm

(Chorus)


Hand In Hand

No, don't ask me to apologise.
I won't ask you to forgive me.
If I'm gonna go down,
you're gonna come with me

You say 'Why don't you be a man about it,
like they do in the grown-up movies?'
But when it comes to the other way around,
you say you just wanna use me. Oh,
you sit and you wonder whether
it's gonna be syndicated.
You sit with your knees together.
All the time your breath is baited.

Hand in Hand.
No, don't ask me to apologise.
I won't ask you to forgive me.
If I'm gonna go down,
you're gonna come with me

Don't you know I got the bully boys out
changing someone's facial design,
sitting with my toy room lout,
polishing my precious china
Don't you know I'm an animal?
But don't you know I can't stand up steady?
But you can't show me any kind of hell
that I don't know already.

Hand in Hand.
No, don't ask me to apologise.
I won't ask you to forgive me.
If I'm gonna go down,
you're gonna come with me
Hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand...


(I Don't Want To Go To) Chelsea

Photographs of fancy tricks
To get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's going to fix
She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Everybody's got new orders
Be a nice girl and kiss the warders
Now the teacher is away
All the kids begin to play

Men come screaming, dressed in white coats
Shake you very gently by the throat
One's named Gus, one's named Alfie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Photographs of fancy tricks
To get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's going to fix
She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea

Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea


Lip Service

You left the motor running
But I know you're so attractive
Getting in some sharp practice
You better not do anything reckless

But if everybody is going through the motions
Everybody is going through the motions
Are you really only going through the motions?

Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
But if you change your mind
You can send it in a letter to me

Don't make any sudden movements
These are dangerous amusements
When did you become so choosy
Don't act like you're above me, just look at your shoes

But if everybody is going through the motions
Everybody is going through the motions
Are you really only going through the motions?

Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
Lip service is all you'll ever get from me
But if you change your mind
You can send it in a letter to me
But if you change your mind
You can send it in a letter to me
But if you change your mind
You can send it in a letter to me


Living In Paradise

I don't like those other guys looking at your curves
I don't like you walking 'round with physical jerks
Everything they say and do is getting on my nerves
Soon they will be lucky to be picking up the perks
'Cause when they pull the shutters down and throw up in the dark
They'll find that all the dogs outside bite much worse than they bark

Here we are living in paradise, living in luxury
Oh, the thrill is here but it won't last long
You better have your fun before it moves along
And you're already looking for another fool like me

I call you Betty Felon 'cause you are a pretty villain
And I think that I should tell them that you'd make a pretty killing
'Cause meanwhile up in heaven they are waiting at the gate
Saying "We always knew you'd make it, didn't think you'd come this late"
And now it's much too dangerous to stop what you've begun
When everyone in paradise carries a gun

Here we are living in paradise, living in luxury
Oh, the thrill is here but it won't last long
You better have your fun before it moves along
And you're already looking for another fool like me

Later in the evening when arrangements are made
I'll be at the keyhole outside your bedroom door
'Cause I'm the first to know whenever the plans are laid
That never go further than floor to floor
You think that I don't know the boy that you're touching
But I'll be at the video and I will be watching

Here we are living in paradise
Here we are living in paradise
Here we are living in paradise
Here we are living in paradise, living in luxury
Oh, the thrill is here but it won't last long
You better have your fun before it moves along
And you're already looking for another fool like me


Lipstick Vogue

Don't say you love me when it's just a rumour
Don't say a word if there is any doubt
Sometimes I think that love is just a tumour
You've got to cut it out

You say you're sorry for the things that you've done
You say you're sorry but you know you don't mean it
I wouldn't worry, I had so much fun
Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being

It's you
Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue
It's you
Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue
Oh yeah

Get to the slot machine almost dead on arrival
Just hit me one more time with that live wire
Maybe they told you you were only a girl in a million
You say I've got no feelings
This is a good way to kill them

Select the control and then insert the token
You wanna throw me away but I'm not broken
You've got a lot to say, well I'm not joking
There are some words they don't allow to be spoken
Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being

It's you
Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue
It's you
Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue

Not just another mouth lost in the lipstick vogue (repeats)


Night Rally

I would send out for assistance but there's someone on the signal wire
And the corporation logo is flashing on and off in the sky
They're putting all your names in the forbidden book
I know what they're doing but I don't want to look

You think they're so dumb, you think they're so funny
Wait until they've got you running to the
Night rally, night rally, night rally

Everybody's singing with their hand on their heart
About deeds done in the darkest hours
That's just the sort of catchy little melody
To get you singing in the showers

Oh, I know that I'm ungrateful
I've got it lying on a plate
And I'm not buying my share of souvenirs
You can stand to attention
You can pray to your uncle
Only get that chicken out of here
Everyone gets armbands and 3-D glasses
Some are in the back room
And they're taking those night classes

You think they're so dumb, you think they're so funny
Wait until they've got you running to the
Night rally, night rally, night rally


Radio, Radio

I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial doing anything my radio advised
With every one of those late night stations playing songs bringing tears to me eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver when the switch broke 'cause it's old
They're saying things that I can hardly believe, they really think we're getting out of control

Chorus:
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice
'cause they think that it's treason.
So you had better do as you are told.
You better listen to the radio.

I wanna bite the hand that feeds me.
I wanna bite that hand so badly.
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me.

Some of my friends sit around every evening and they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference and the promise of an early bed
You either shut up or get cut out, they don't wanna hear about it, it's only inches on the reel-to-reel.
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel

Chorus

Wonderful radio
Marvelous radio
Wonderful radio
Radio, radio...

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This Year's Model
This Year's Model album cover.jpg
Released1978
ProducerNick Lowe
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