Lirieke:
Ian Dury And The Blockheads

aca En sueno celestial No hay nada que de miedo No quiero despertar Wake up and make love with me Wake up and make love Wake up and make love with me

and I know what you do Every one of you, blackmail man I hate yoru guts, your Newington Butts I?m the blackmail man Hampton wick, Berkshire hunt Fraiser and Nash, Pony and

those who Westminster against us Lead us not into Temple Station But deliver us from Ealing For thine is the Kingston The Purley and the Crawley For Iver and

few And every one could tell a different story And show old England's glory something new Nice bit of kipper and Jack the Ripper and Upton Park Gracie

't too clever And it ain't not having one thing nor another Either, neither is it anything, whatever And it's not not knowing that their ain't nothing showing And

it with your wrists It likes it when you leave it alone There's been a manifestation Nature made it answer the call It simply can't resist Boots and

with a woman I'd never ask her questions But if she did not want me to I would If I was with a woman I'd offer my indifference And make quite sure she

arseholes, bastards fucking cunts and pricks aerosole, the bricks a lawless brat from a council flat oh, oh a little bit of this and a little bit of

I'd swallowed And it almost did me up Something coming Through the plumbing That should not be there at all The glass is brimming And things are swimming And