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NoN aLBuM's aND B-SiDeS...

Punk In The Supermarket

There's a punk in the supermarket.

There's a punk in the supermarket

And she's carrying a wire basket

And she's puttin' lots of food in it

And a big box of shreddies

There's a punk in the supermarket

And she's got a little chain through her tit

And she doesn't seem to mind it

A packet of digestives ...

There's a punk

Look, there's a punk!

There's a punk

There's a punk in the supermarket

And she's carrying a little white slip

Says 2.65 on it

And thank you very much, dear

There's a punk (x8)

There's a punk in the supermarket

There's a punk (x3)

Hey, there's a punk!

There's a punk in the supermarket

There's a punk (x2)

There's a punk in the supermarket

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A.N.T.S.

Antfan, there's no need to feel down

I said Antfan, 'cos we ain't been around

I said Antfan, there's no others in town

Who can do the things that we do

Antfan, there's a place you can go

I said Antfan, called the Antmusic Show

I said go there, to Adam and the Ants

They can make you start new romance

It's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.

Put on a kilt, dye your hair green

And dance the Zerox-Machine...

A.N.T.S. it's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.

Put on your paint

And hold up your head

Till all the tough men drop dead!

Antfan, I was once in your shoes

So tired and fed up with the blues

So I went and got me a sound

And we called that sound Antmusic

No band does it just like we do

I said no band gets to satisfy you

Go there to the Adam and the Ants

They can make you start new romance

It's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.

Put on a kilt, dye your hair green

And dance the Zerox-Machine...

A.N.T.S. it's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.

Put on your paint

And hold up your head

Till all the tough men drop dead!

Antfan what do you want to be,

Nowhere or an Ant just like me?

You can go there to Adam and the Ants

They can make you start new romance

It's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.

Put on a kilt, dye your hair green

And dance the Zerox-Machine...

A.N.T.S. it's fun to go to the A.N.T.S.

Put on your paint

And hold up your head

Till all the tough men drop dead!

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Young Parisians

Young Parisians are so French

They love Patty Smith

Young Parisians are so French

At the Champs Elysee

I want to go to Paris with you

Just to see what the French boys do

Why don't you come to Paris with me,

To see the Young Parisians?

Young Parisians are so French

They sit on the metro

Young Parisians are so French

Not like me and you

I want to go to Paris with you

Just to see what the French boys do

Why don't you come to Paris with me,

To see the Young Parisians?

Alors! E'Maintenant!

I want to go to Paris with you

Just to see what the French boys do to you!

Why don't you come to Paris with me,

To see the Young Parisians?

Young Parisians are so French

They're always called Du Bois

Young Parisians are so French

Talk nothing but French!

I want to go to Paris with you

Just to see what the French boys do

Why don't you come to Paris with me,

To see the Young Parisians?

They're so french, they're so french,

They're so french, ooooh...

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Lady

I saw a lady and she was naked

I saw a lady she had no clothes on

Seen her in the corridor

Lying on her back on the floor

Why she want to pick on me?

She was... naked.

I saw a lady and she was naked

I saw a lady she had no clothes on

I had a good look through the crack

Foot marks up her back

How did they get there?

She was... naked. Naked!

I saw a lady and she was naked

I saw a lady she had no clothes on

Now she's looking at me

What's that rope I see?

I don't like the look of those boots

She was... naked. Naked!

I don't wanna seem crude but she was nude...

Nude... nude... nude... nude...

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Press Darlings

We are guilty,

We are beyond hope

We beg to differ,

We are a terminal case

The press darlings, press darlings,

Press darlings press darlings,

Press darlings we depress the press, darlings

We're on the outside,

But we're not looking in

We are the vaseline gang,

We don't play your little games

The press darlings, press darlings,

Press darlings press darlings,

Press darlings we depress the press, darlings

And if evil be the food of genius

There aren't many demons around

If passion ends in fashion

Nick Kent is the best-dressed man in town!

Are we different? - no

We are exactly the same

There are no boxes for us

The ones you love to hate - so read on!

Press darlings, press darlings,

Press darlings press darlings,

Press darlings we depress the press, darlings

And if evil be the food of genius

There aren't many demons around

If passion ends in fashion

Bushell is the best-dressed man in town! (you can say that again you scruffy sod!)

Press darlings, press darlings,

Press darlings press darlings,

Press darlings we depress...

The press darlings, press darlings,

Press darlings press darlings,

Press darlings we depress the press, darlings

And they tell fibs...

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Deutscher Girls

We'll do the Tango,

We'll try the Fox Trot

I'll eat a mango,

You drink a straight scotch

You know I told you, you could be classy

Oh why did you have to be so nazi?

Remember the curls

Of the Deutscher Girls?

At camp 49

Way down on the Rhine

I love your blonde hair

I kiss your pigtails

And I could not share

The scratch of your nails

And though you mark me

Your eyes so glassy

Oh why did you have to be so nazi?

Remember the curls

Of the Deutscher Girls?

At camp 49

Way down on the Rhine

I'll fill your bath with the finest champagne

I'll lick your skin dry, I cherish your name

The stakes get higher as you dress sparsely

So why did you have to be so nazi?

Remember the curls

Of the Deutscher Girls?

At camp 49

Way down on the Rhine

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Plastic Surgery

Hey, you got a face like a labrador

I don't mind that's what I'm here for

The angel Gabriel sent me

To give you a little bit of sympathy

I'm gonna take you down to Harley Street...

Such a shame you had that crash

That will teach you to drive flash

And a lorry hit you at full power

Your blood gushing like a shower

Gonna take you down to Harley Street...

Plastic surgery - it's so plastic

Plastic surgery - fantastic

Well you might have to sell your car

And your parent's brand new house

You lie awake and lose your sleep

Baby, miracles do not come cheap

Gonna take you down to Harley Street...

Well you can have a brand new nose

Light blue eyes or even hazel

A little ear will be much better

When you are a real go getter

I'm gonna take you down to Harley Street...

Plastic surgery - it's so plastic

Plastic surgery - fantastic

And you better take me away...

Don't go sitting in the sun

Your new face might start to run

Just forget your makeup scheme

Clean your face with Mr. Sheen

Ooh I'm gonna take you down to Harley Street...

Plastic surgery - it's so plastic

Plastic surgery - fantastic

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Puerto Rican

Uno, dos, tres, quatros!

Arriba!

I've seen you walking down the street

What's that big dog by your feet

Whatever it is, it could do with a beating

It looks to me like a Puerto Rican

A chick like you it's oh so rare

You get off on his greasy hair

You got a smart apartment, you got central heating

Why go waste it on a Puerto Rican?!

I'm gonna light up a beacon on a Puerto Rican

Gonna strike a match stick on his head

Light up a beacon on a Puerto Ric-

You gonna watch me smile if he drops down dead (yeah!)

Me and the boys don't think it's right

That you stayed out with HIM all night

But don't go making such a fuss

Come and burn him up with us!

Well I'm here standing at Tierra Del Fuego

While you're out, playing with that dago

With that girl I'm gonna make him cry

I won't let that dago by!

I'm gonna light up a beacon on a Puerto Rican

Gonna strike a match stick on his head

Light up a beacon on a Puerto Ric-

You gonna watch me smile if he drops down dead!

Light up a beacon on a Puerto Rican

Gonna strike a match stick on his head

Light up a beacon on a Puerto Ric-

You gonna watch me smile if he drops down dead!

Arriba!

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Il Duce

Five foot two

As proud as a stallion

A Popeye chin

And very Italian - he's

Il Duce

Benito Mussolini

Il Duce

A rose in your teeth

Uniform so neat (ooh!)

A fatty fascist

Hanging from your fat feet - he's

Il Duce

Benito Mussolini

They call him "The Fat Boy"

17 kids

A national brother

Scratching yourself

Conquistador's brother - he's

Il Duce

Benito Mussolini

Il Duce

Benito Mussolini

Il Duce

Benito Mussolini

The Fat Boy...

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Juanito The Bandito (Demo version)

Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming

Just crossed over into Mexico

Lock up your pigsties and your daughters

Cos if it moves, you know old Juanito yeah...

Young ladies he likes to ravish

He knows how to make them wet

He will hold up stab or shoot you

Or go looking for your favorite pet now...

They call him Juanito the bandito

Lock up your things, you'll be robbed

They call him Juanito The randy bandito

See you make love to a dog...

He wears a soft sun-soaked sombrero

A droopy moustache to his chin

He will hold up stab or shoot you

So that he can get it in ole...

They call him Juanito the bandito

Lock up your things, you'll be robbed

They call him Juanito The randy bandito

See you make love to a dog (Woof! Woof!)

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Bathroom Function

And I thought the bathroom

Was just for taking showers

Lathering and rubbing

My hygienic - places.

Well, the room is hardly finished

Newly decorated

We drank red liquid

Change the bathroom - function

Bathroom function

B-b-b-bathroom sex-room-sex

B-b-b-bathroom function

Well you can stuff the soap-on-a-rope

And the old faucets

Change the bathroom function

Take up bathroom - sex

Bathroom function

B-b-b-bathroom sex-room-sex

B-b-b-bathroom function

Well now I use the bathroom

It has a different feeling

Loving on a cold floor

White dust and - you

Bathroom function

B-b-b-bathroom sex-room-sex

B-b-b-bathroom function

B-b-b-bathroom sex-room-sex

B-b-b-bathroom function

B-b-b-bathroom function!!!

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Fall In

Ten

Nine

Eight

Seven

Six

Five

Four

Three

Two

One

At the screen on the green now!

Fall out

At the screen on the green now!

You'd better take it in the ear now!

Fall out

At the screen on the green now!

You'd better listen to the ants now!

Fall out

At the screen on the green now!

Bup shoowup, I want it buddy - buddy Bup shoowup...

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Beat My Guest

Well tie me up and hit me with a stick

Beat me beat me

Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick

Beat me beat me

Ohohohohohoh

There's so much happiness behind these tears

Beat me beat me

I pray you'll beat me

For ten thousand years

Beat me beat me

Oh oh oh oh oh

I'm black and blue baby

I love you

Be your dog

For just one flog

You don't hear me plead

For you to make me bleed

Beat me beat me

Oh oh oh oh oh

Well use a truncheon or a cricket bat

Beat me beat me

A good beatings really where its at

Beat me beat me

Oh oh oh oh oh

I'm black and blue baby

I love you

Be your dog

For just one flog

You don't hear me plead

For you to make me bleed

Beat me beat me

Oh oh oh oh oh

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Physical (You're So)

YOU'RE SO PHYSICAL!

I wanna date you baby

I wanna take you out

I wanna wine and dine you

I wanna twist and twist and shout

I want you hard in my arms

So soft on my bed

You get the keys to my heart

When you wear that sweet dress

(You know, the short one...)

But you're so physical,

Physical

For me

You're just too physical,

Physical

For me

I want your rough house baby

I want this right in your ear

You let me feel your danger

I let you make this feeling clear

I want the touch of your charms

The heat of your breath

I want to say all those things

(Those dirty things)

That would be better unsaid

But you're so physical,

Physical

For me

You're just too physical,

Physical

For me

Oh you're so physical oooh

Oh you're so physical oooh woooh

Oh you're so physical oooooooooh

Oh you're so physical oooooooooooooooh

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Friends

I'm a friend of Mr. Pastry

I'm a friend of Allen Jones

I'm a friend of Shirley Bassey

I'm a friend of your chromosomes

I'm a friend of Stuart Sutcliffe

I'm a friend of Michael Miles

I'm a friend of Jim Morrison

I'm a friend of Nobby Stiles

I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend

I'm a friend of a friend but you don't know me

I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend

And if I come on the night

Can I get in free?

I'm a friend of Michael Jackson

I'm a friend of Mr Spock

I'm a friend of Dr Kildare

I'm a friend of The Woodentops

I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend

I'm a friend of a friend but you don't know me

I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend

And if I come on the night

Can I get in free?

I'm an old friend of Charles Hawtrey

I'm a friend of Michael Caine

I'm a friend of Stanley Spencer

I'm a friend of Big John Wayne

I'm a friend of Stevie Wonder

I'm a friend of Eric Fromm

I'm a friend of Bryan Ferry

I'm a friend of Terence Stamp

I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend

I'm a friend of a friend but you don't know me

I'm a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend

And if I come on the night

Can I get in free?

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Red Scab

I got a heart on my arm

It says pure sex

It hurt

I mean it

Yeah

Red red scab

I got it till I die

Or till I reach orgasmo

I'm gonna get myself a girl with a gun

She's gonna blow my throbbing brains out

Yeah

Red red scab

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Juanito The Bandito (The B-Side Version)

Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming

Just crossed over into Mexico

Lock up your pigsties and your daughters

Cos if it moves, you know old Juanito

Young ladies he likes to ravish

He knows how to make them wet

And if he can't, he'll dig himself a hole

Or go looking for your favorite pet, Ole

They call him Juanito the bandito

Lock up your things, you'll be robbed

They call him Juanito

The randy bandito

Oh, how many people have sobbed his name? (Woof!)

He wears a soft sun-soaked sombrero

A droopy moustache to his chin

He will hold up stab or shoot you

So that he can get it in O.K.

They call him Juanito the bandito

Lock up your things, you'll be robbed

They call him Juanito

The randy bandito

Oh, how many people have sobbed his name?

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B-Side Baby

(Adam: Good morning there listeners, and here we are in sunny Soho, on a Thursday morning, its twelve twenty two. And I think... who's that comming to the studio right now? my god, it looks like... its sounds like... it looks like Marco... my god it is Marco! you ready Marco?

Marco: Yeah!

Adam: And who's that next to him? Chris De Niro! Are you ready Chris?

Chris: Yeah!

Adam: Count Wiczling, you ready?

Count: Ready!

Adam: Oh, I'm ready... A One! Two! I buckle my shoe!)

My baby says I mistreat her

I don't know about that

I only know when I beat her

She like to call me a-

She keeps on playing those B-side records

All day long in the flat

"They're a little bit obscure" she says

I call her a-

B-side baby

And that's that

She's just a B-side baby

And that's a fact, ooh!

I think "Punk" is an overused word

As a matter of fact

I hate Joey Ramone when he says

He's gonna beat on a-

He's going to find himself d-d-down an alley

With his face beaten flat

And a spray job in bright pink letters, saying

B-R-A-T spells

B-side baby

And that's that

A B-side baby

And that's a fact, Hoorah!

B-side baby

And that's that

She's just a B-side baby

And that's a fact!

My baby says I mistreat her

I don't know about that

I only know when I beat her

She like to call me a-

She keeps on playing those B-side records

All day long in the flat

"They're a little bit obscure" she says

I call her a-

B-side baby

And that's that

A B-side baby

And that's a fact!

B-side baby

And that's that

She's just a B-side baby

And that's a fact!

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Goes Around

Well, you walk the walk

And you smile the smile

You don't care who you hurt,

As long as it's me

And you play the part

And you tear my heart

You don't care who you hurt,

As long as it's me

Is that any way to behave?

Is that any way to behave,

I ask you?

And I believe

What goes around

Comes around

Goes around

And I believe what goes around

Comes around

Well, you talk the talk

And smile the smile

You don't care who you hurt,

As long as it's me

And you play the part

And you tear my heart

You don't care what you take,

As long as it's free!

And if you think

You turned me over -

You'd better look over your shoulder!

And if you think it's all right -

The guys are watching you, you, you ...!

And I believe

What goes around

Comes around

Goes around

And I believe what goes around

Comes around

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Norman

Well, step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly

It's really very comfy

But wake up now it's time to die

Ohhh ... step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly

It's really very comfy

But now it's time to die

N-norman was quite nice, but he had this other side

He couldn't like to Mother, 'cos Mother never lied

Norman

They say it's very healthy, to let our feeling go

But sometimes you can end up 97 feet below

Ohhh ... step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly

It's really very comfy

But now it's time to die

N-norman was quite nice, but he had this other side

He couldn't like to Mother, 'cos Mother never lied

Norman

When things start to happen much crazier than hell

Be careful when you stay down at the Bates Motel

Ohhh ... step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly

It's really very comfy

But now it's time to die

N-norman was quite nice, but he had this other side

He couldn't like to Mother, 'cos Mother never lied

Norman

Back...

If I had two cents to rub together

I'd rub 'em on you.

I'd rub 'em on you, sweet you

If I had a dream to dream forever

I'd dream about you.

I'd dream about you, sweet you

And it's a world of sacrifice It's true, so true

Oh, and so very deep - your love

All of my love!

And if I had to go to the moon

I think I'd take you

You know I'd take you, you, you, you

Don't get in my way, no way

How 'bout that?

If the pages of the Kama Sutra were leather

I'd try 'em on you.

I'd try 'em on you, sweet you

If a bomb were to end this world altogether

I'd go out with you.

I'd go out with you, sweet you

And it's a world of sacrifice

It's true, so true

Oh, and so very deep - your love

All of my love!

And if I had to go to the moon

I think I'd take you

You know I'd take you, you, you, you

Don't get in my way, no way

How 'bout that?

Oh, I was such a fool

Goin' astray, astray

All I wanna do is give you

All of my love,

All of my love!

And if I had to go to the moon

I think I'd take you

You know I'd take you, you, you, you

Don't get in my way, no way

How 'bout that?

Back...

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