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• Henrietta

  The Fratellis

  

  Henrietta we got no flowers for you Just these three miserable c**ts Sitting on the back seat banging on the off beat We know you love us and you probably do Although you’re husband may cut us He’s such an animal though everything is possible Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out It’s hard to miss you when you follow us about Buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola We’ll get you there in some filthy big gondola Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy You can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts These are crazy times down at Costello music You can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it, come on Dear Henrietta we’re just three lonely boys Though the girls love us we’re so Into you incredibly we’d love to see you terribly We’d love to hate you but we don’t have no choice Come be our wa ha ha ha Honey, honey three four one time once more Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out It’s hard to miss you when you follow us about Buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola We’ll get you there in some filthy big gondola Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy You can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts These are crazy times down at Costello music You can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it, come on Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy You can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts These are crazy times down at Costello music You can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it, come on

  
• I'm Gonna Be Your Elvis

  The Fratellis

  

  Well I never thought of myself as a subtle kind of man I dreamed I was alive one time before the world began And every time I walk the street my troubles drag my heels I could not pretend that I wasn’t lost in how it feels I’m gonna be your Elvis I’m gonna be your Steve McQueen I was dead long before I was born, my mother did proclaim Send him back to Jesus, tell him I was not to blame Well well well tell me how can I refuse When every angel left in heaven bet that I would lose The sound of frozen bells and horns was all that I could hear And every word that I ignored was ringing in my ear I could not pretend that I was even half amused When all they ever told me left me shaken and confused I’m gonna be your Elvis I’m gonna be your Steve McQueen I’m gonna be the man you could not dream Well I shaked out right on down the road til no one knew my name The future came and went so fast I almost bet the same I slept a guilty sleep for seven years I was a ghost Of everyone I ever loved I loved myself the most When everyone was breaking up I was breaking down I kept myself amused in high heeled shoes and sequin gowns Those voices on the radio, they all just made me numb So I covered up my ears with bandages and bubble gum And I boarded up the windows and I denied that I was me I sold my brains for science and my soul for security Now I’m a walking shadow of the fool I used to be I heard they held my funeral and there was no one there but me I’m gonna be your Elvis I’m gonna be your Steve McQueen I’m gonna be your terrorist I’m gonna be your Steve McQueen I’m gonna be the man you could not dream The man you could not dream The man you could not dream The man you could not dream The man you could not dream

  
• This Old Ghost Town

  The Fratellis

  

  Come now honey I may be just a fool, but I’ve got my principles I’m unlucky You may be alive but you’re not invincible It’s just blindness Kicking up a fuss and it’s not for the first time Oh your highness Someone musta told ya you once were a friend of mine I’ve never been shy but I’ve kept my head down Oh oh oh Knowing about enough to get by this old ghost town Oh oh oh Put on your best dress I’ll take you dancing under the street lights Oh you’re charmless You ain’t too pretty but I’ve seen ya tonight It’s just kindness I was brought up well and I won’t leave you crying Oh your highness You ain’t too bright but as long as you’re trying I’ll do my best to keep my head down Oh oh oh Putting my brains to the test in this old ghost town Oh oh oh I’ve never been shy but I’ve kept my head down Oh oh oh Knowing about enough to get by this old ghost town Oh oh oh I’ll do my best to keep my head down Oh oh oh Putting my brains to the test this in old ghost town Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh

  
• Baby Fratelli

  The Fratellis

  

  She said oh my, I don’t know why I was just busy watching everyone go by Outside the shite bar, and you’re a red car Me and your girlfriend and your sister with the big scar I said oh Christ, I told you twice It’s just not easy going through all these things thrice What’s this I wonder, you drive a bluebird You got no money for the petrol, that’s what I heard And it’s all right, she’ll be sucking fingers all night Wearing those shoes, oh any excuse to go to the gang fight And oh she’s alright, everybody says she’s uptight Sick in the head, first in the bed So easy to be Friday’s nightmare I said oh no, oh please just go You got no eyelids and sweet ella loves me so She got my number, though I can’t stand her I can’t help diggin her a hope I guess I wonder And oh it’s clear, you want me dear It would be easier if I was never here You got the money, and I got the reason, I’ll stick around with you for just another season And it’s alright, she’ll be sucking fingers all night Wearing those shoes, oh any excuse to go to the gang fight And oh she’s alright, everybody says she’s uptight Sick in the head, first in the bed So easy to be Friday’s nightmare She’s just getting along, So don’t tell me she’s yours Oh please tell me I’m wrong again It’s all in a daze/day, So what can you say Just; sleep in yer shoes With the winterbox blues Any time you choose, Oh yeah She said oh my, I don’t know why I was just busy watching everyone go by Outside the shite bar, and you’re a red car Me and your girlfriend and your sister with the big scar She said oh Christ, I told you twice It’s just not easy going through all these things thrice What’s this I wonder, you drive a bluebird You got no money for the petrol, that’s what I heard And it’s alright, she’ll be sucking fingers all night Wearing those shoes, oh any excuse to go to the gang fight And oh she’s alright, everybody says she’s uptight Sick in the head, first in the bed So easy to be Friday’s wonder

  
• Rosanna

  The Fratellis

  

  You could be the silver, I could be the gold Running out of time and of ideas we could be a sight to behold Falling out of windows Kicking in doors Waiting on a sign to define you could be mine and I could be yours Tell me why baby do you cry do you have to be so unkind? Casting spells on the punch drunk women that your boyfriend left behind a-edu.ru AD Кейс ученицы «Алгоритм»: в китайский университет из РФ So take it slow let all this go Rosanna I'll be your friend there'll be no end until I see you smile You could be the fever I could be the fix We could sow the seed of the need you agreed that you'd needed for your kicks Tripping over headstones Sleeping in graves Baby you're a mess I confess but I guess that I'll save you one of these days Tell me what do you cry do you have to be so unkind? Casting spells on the punch drunk women that your boyfriend left behind Call my name I could be to blame for the hole in your golden heart I could marry you till the cows come home though we're living half a world apart So take it slow let all this go Rosanna I'll be your friend there'll be no end until I saw you smile Rosanna take it slow Rosanna let it go Rosanna I need to know Rosanna take it slow Rosanna let it go Rosanna I need to know So take it slow let all this go Rosanna I'll be your friend there'll be no end until I saw you smile So take it slow let all this go Rosanna I'll be your friend there'll be no end until I saw you smile