Template:Two Little Hitlers: Difference between revisions
(+lyrics) |
(lyrics from ec.com for diff comparison) |
||
Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
Why are we racing to be so old? | Why are we racing to be so old? | ||
I'm up late pacing the floor | I'm up late pacing the floor | ||
I won't be told | I won't be told | ||
You have your reservations | You have your reservations | ||
I'm bought and sold | I'm bought and sold | ||
I'll face the music | I'll face the music | ||
I'll face the facts | I'll face the facts | ||
Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks | Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks | ||
Bowing and squawking | Bowing and squawking | ||
Running after titbits | Running after titbits | ||
Bobbing and squinting | Bobbing and squinting | ||
Just like a nitwit | Just like a nitwit | ||
Two little Hitlers will fight it out until | Two little Hitlers will fight it out until | ||
One little Hitler does the other one's will | One little Hitler does the other one's will | ||
I will return | I will return | ||
I will not burn | I will not burn | ||
Down in the basement | Down in the basement | ||
I need my head examined | I need my head examined | ||
I need my eyes excited | I need my eyes excited | ||
I'd like to join the party | I'd like to join the party | ||
But I was not invited | But I was not invited | ||
You make a member of me | You make a member of me | ||
I'll be delighted | I'll be delighted | ||
I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown | I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown | ||
Dirty words for dirty minds | Dirty words for dirty minds | ||
Written in a toilet town | Written in a toilet town | ||
Dial me a Valentine | Dial me a Valentine | ||
She's a smooth operator | She's a smooth operator | ||
It's all so calculated | It's all so calculated | ||
She's got a calculator | She's got a calculator | ||
She's my soft touch typewriter | She's my soft touch typewriter | ||
And I'm the great dictator | And I'm the great dictator | ||
(Chorus) | (Chorus) | ||
A simple game of self-respect | A simple game of self-respect | ||
You flick a switch and the world goes off | You flick a switch and the world goes off | ||
Nobody jumps as you expect | Nobody jumps as you expect | ||
I would have thought you would have had enough by now | I would have thought you would have had enough by now | ||
You call selective dating | You call selective dating | ||
For some effective mating | For some effective mating | ||
I thought I'd let you down, dear | I thought I'd let you down, dear | ||
But you were just deflating | But you were just deflating | ||
I knew right from the start | I knew right from the start | ||
We'd end up hating | We'd end up hating | ||
Pictures of the merchandise | Pictures of the merchandise | ||
Plastered on the wall | Plastered on the wall | ||
We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all | We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all | ||
You say you'll never know him | You say you'll never know him | ||
He's an unnatural man | He's an unnatural man | ||
He doesn't want your pleasure | He doesn't want your pleasure | ||
He wants as no one can | He wants as no one can | ||
He wants to know the names of | He wants to know the names of | ||
All those he's better than | All those he's better than | ||
(Chorus) | (Chorus) | ||
I will return | I will return | ||
I will not burn | I will not burn | ||
(repeats) | (repeats) |
Revision as of 01:45, 29 April 2009
Why are we racing to be so old? I'm up late pacing the floor I won't be told You have your reservations I'm bought and sold
I'll face the music I'll face the facts Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks
Bowing and squawking Running after titbits Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit
Two little Hitlers will fight it out until One little Hitler does the other one's will I will return I will not burn Down in the basement
I need my head examined I need my eyes excited I'd like to join the party But I was not invited You make a member of me I'll be delighted
I wouldn't cry for lost souls, you might drown Dirty words for dirty minds Written in a toilet town
Dial me a Valentine She's a smooth operator It's all so calculated She's got a calculator She's my soft touch typewriter And I'm the great dictator
(Chorus)
A simple game of self-respect You flick a switch and the world goes off Nobody jumps as you expect I would have thought you would have had enough by now
You call selective dating For some effective mating I thought I'd let you down, dear But you were just deflating
I knew right from the start We'd end up hating Pictures of the merchandise Plastered on the wall We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all
You say you'll never know him He's an unnatural man He doesn't want your pleasure He wants as no one can He wants to know the names of All those he's better than
(Chorus)
I will return I will not burn (repeats)