Manners & Physique - Adam Ant
- Room At The Top
- Rough Stuff
- If You Keep On
- Manners & Physique
- Can't Set Rules About Love
- U.S.S.A.
- Bright Lights Black Leather
- Piccadilly
- Young Dumb And Full Of It
- Anger Inc.
Room at the Top
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni/Andre Cymone Once is never enough Never is never was Here and now is all that counts Here and now in large amounts Be beautiful but shut up The going can be real tough You can keep your fancy bars Clubby friends and fast cars And when the going gets hard You can eat your credit cards I really tried to fight it But what the hell I like it There is always room at the top Don't let them tell you there is not Made in England born and bred An eighteenth century brain In a twenty first century head Room at the top -- so eighteenth century Room at the top -- so eighteenth century Room at the top There's always room If some of this fits some of you Or like the things that you might do It's the pleasure and the pain That makes us do it all again They say Be beautiful and shut up The going can be real tough
Rough Stuff
Adam Ant/Andre Cymone Down in the jungle Feeling very fat You better hit the floor and give me twenty And the girls sing Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga Boom lagga boom sha boom Do it til you're sore Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga Boom lagga boom sha boom I know what you're looking for Heavens where you find it So sit back and relax I wouldn't be so sure 'Cos we need plenty And the girls sing girls sing Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga Boom lagga boom sha boom Do it til you're sore Shackshoowowboomlaggalagga Boom lagga boom sha boom I know what you're looking for Rough Stuff when a man's got to do What a man's got to do What a man's got to do oh yeah Rough Stuff when the time is right And the place you go to whale You gotta put something down How far can you get And still come back alive? You never hear the shot The shot that gets you And the girls sing girls sing
If You Keep On
Adam Ant/Kevin Rowland I'll take it round Round by round And I will pay if you don't mind So just say hello Or even stare But don't talk about me When I'm standing there So you run your life And I'll run mine Don't ask how I am You're no friend of mine I've made my own bed It suits me fine I don't know your name But you sure know mine I'm not hard to get on with You'd try the patience Of a saint If you keep on talking to me With all of your crude advice I'll talk to you my friend And it won't be nice If you keep on doing what you're doing I'm gonna vexed with you If you keep on doing what you're doing You're gonna be next I'll take it round Round by round Don't want to hear bells when I hit the ground After awhile you get used to pain If you knock me down I'll just get up again Now these things I say Sound hard for you Well that's just because You've got no point of view Some people talk and never do And that's the big difference Between me and you If you keep doing what you're doing......
Manners & Physique
Adam Ant/Andre Cymone Pick your honey up never let her go Say you want an answer the answer isn't no Do it any style right across the floor And when you feel exhausted Then you know it's time for more I love it when you tease And better when you pose But I can't kiss a lipstick Or date a pile of clothes You really got a bod I saw it so I know So why the sweats and baggy clothes Like you don't have to show Rebob the Bebop doin' it doggie style I wanna see you sweat that would be unique 'Cos all that really matters is your Manners and physique yeah Manners and physique Manners and physique I wanna see you sweat That would be unique 'Cos all that really matters is your Manners and physique Pick your honey up never let her go Say you want an answer the answer isn't no When you gonna stop Crawling on your back Treating daily workout Like an aphrodisiac Now you quit the drugs And the messing around But you be very careful That you don't get musclebound You've tuned up everything Tighter than a drum So tell me what's the point If you don't share it with someone
Can't Set Rules about Love
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni I feel suspended in space In another time and place To talk would burst the bubble Just want to lie next to you And appreciate the view And hope it lasts forever We do not have to play games Or listen to all the names They have for Russian roulette If it's good enough for the Gemini Guys Then it's good enough for me You can't set rules about love You can't set rules about love So the I becomes we We make our own chemistry To move is too much trouble I hope we won't separate Return to our normal state As long as we're together So if it's yes or it's no Chime time says the radio Why don't you kiss me deadly If and when you slip away Just don't let me hear you say Good morning and goodbye Revolution -- the fourth and final part Revolution -- afterplay with my heart
U.S.S.A.
Adam Ant One million A. D. There'll be you there'll be me Rocky's dead That's Rocky 1003 Red stars and stripes One big team With little Europe In between U. S. S. A. U. S. S. A. U. S. S. What you want is what you get now U. S. S. A. U. S. S. A. U. S. S. Rearrange the alphabet One million A. D. We get on happily Rocky's dead That's a real tragedy Synthesizers made us slaves So we smashed them up To decorate our caves Look out 'cos Armageddon's gonna rock you He got plans for you and me Look out for Armageddon on the goodship Faith, hope, and anarchy One million A. D. We don't dig history We killed the Gonk To avenge Rocky We've archive footage How it all began The film was called How The West Was Won Move over
Bright Lights Black Leather
Adam Ant There they go the buccaneers Hand and hand in leather glove So fast so crazy With a creepy kind of love Bright lights, black leather Bright lights, black leather Some towns make me anxious Others sane but sad But West Berlin's by far the strangest time I ever had All night town of punks and art All saying look at me Never seen so much black leather Even on car hoods Surrounded by East Germany So They want to know just who you are Or how they can amuse you Squatters freaks Mohicans Or even a wall of voodoo If I had to sum it up Without sounding too clever I'd have to say my life has been A case of bright lights Black leather
Piccadilly
Adam Ant/Andre Cymone Down in Piccadilly down in West One They dress like Laurence Harvey The immaculate son She looks good and lovely A sight for all to see With a voice you could get lost in Eighteen..... He's a practical man Gonna catch you if he can Down in Piccadilly down in West One Drinking cups of coffee In Fortnum and Mason She looks good and lovely Trained in luxury With a voice you could get lost in Eighteen..... He's a practical man Gonna catch you if he can Lock up your daughters Down in Piccadilly down in West One If you're really lucky You'll see Francis Bacon He paints good and lovely A sight for all to see In a world you could get lost it Eighty..... Here they come here they come Piccadilly West One It's real what they feel No doubt about it Here they come here they come Piccadilly West One Get rich quick And live to count it
Young, Dumb & Full of It
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni Have a lucky charm and a usual crew And a wild guitar 'cos it's good for you Get a pair of legs about three feet long And a Dangerous Jane to lay kisses on But be young dumb and full of it Young dumb and full of it full of it Keep your friends real close And keep your enemies closer And be a real Hoss Carwright on the Ponderosa Get a kingsize brain with the funk gone wrong And bite the hand that you feed upon But be young dumb and full of it Young dumb and full of it full of it Show the squares some class with some bravado And a whiff of the kicks that they'll never know Tell the party jerk if he shows again You're gonna work on his head with a six foot chain. But be young dumb and full of it Shake up New York shakedown gypsy The trouble with Mary and the truth about Frank They wanted the money but they wouldn't rob banks They wouldn't just get down yelling for the hell of it Should have been young dumb and full of it full of it
Anger Inc.
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni Legend has it in forty seven Four thousand bikes met a force of seven Fourth of July was the time In a town called Hollister At the uphill climb Poor Jack Kerouac Riding with his paperback Camus In the pocket of his army fatigues It's kind of hard to spend your time Keeping cans of soup in line When you've been the waist gunner On a B.17 singing Anger Incorporated Anger Anger Incorporated Anger Whoever you are They will scare No friend of hoodlums anywhere Like John Dillinger -- number one Crime crazy filthiness all rolled into one Born in the shadow of the Boozefighters In tiny bars and up all nighters Terrorizing the local staff Cool and crazy Two wheeled Luftwaffe