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The Sports: Sondra
Against The Dance

Martin Armiger

Every night I park my car
Right outside the Lebanese bar
The crazy music hits the streets
I shake my head and tip my feet

Chorus:
Against the dance, against the dance
No, you can't say nothing against the dance
Against the dance, against the dance
No, you can't say nothing against the dance

The government man said he couldn't help
It's everybody for himself
The Poles hate the Russians
The Turks hate the Greeks
They all know something
But they just won't speak

Middle 8 -
Oh, looks like a crowd down on the street tonight
yeah, I see them standing around tapping their feet
Behind the Beat

Chorus

I know this private little war
I sit here watching your front door
And now this thing won't let me sleep
I shake my head and tap my feet

Chorus
How Come

Cummings/Andrew Pendlebury

Jump on the bus that takes me to your flat
It's up three flights of stairs, it's so convenient
Make no mistake, no I can't quite explain
But if we don't leave now we'll miss our train

 How come, how come, how how come?
 You've been telling lies
 How come, how come, how how come?
 Little secret alibis
 How come, how come, how how come?
 Shadows across your eyes
 How come, how come, how how come?

The actual details I can hardly remember now
And in the end, in the end, it doesn't matter anyhow
So unexpected, still I don't know why
She wrote a seventeen page letter just to say goodbye
When We Go Out Tonight

Martin Armiger/Cummings

When we go out tonight
I'll try out to make it right
I know you've seen the sights
You look so good under the streetlights
I've been waiting just to touch your hand
I get so nervous, I can hardly stand

 But when we're walking
 I know that walking's best
 When we're talking
 I swear that east is west
 When we go out tonight, oh
 when we go out tonight

We'll go to discotheque
I know you don't like disco, what the heck
We'll go, I'll bounce a cheque
We'll get happy, we'll get wrecked
All my friends will be looking at you
They'll be wondering who I'm talking to

You want a big discussion
O.K. we'll have a big discussion
O.K. it's a cold war
You're the third world, and me I'm Russian

You look so good tonight
The world seems kind of bright
Black Stockings for Chelsea

Martin Armiger/Cummings

You've got green eyes, I'm envious
No, I'm jealous and what's more
Chinese slippers on your feet
Propped up against the door
You arrange your hair
Say this is not fair
Black stockings for Chelsea

Everything's upside down now
But I'm trying to piece it together
Pink dressing gown rolled up sleeves
You won't ever change
You're looking at me
There's not a lot to see

 Long legs short memory
 Black stockings for Chelsea
 Long legs short memory
 Black stockings for Chelsea

Paint your face in the mirror
Black stockings run up to here
Tongue in cheek, sarcastic
Maybe next year
You're looking at me
There's not a lot to see
This Is Really Something

Cummings/Martin Armiger

Taking chances, I'd take a few on you
Keep it a secret between us two
Friends can't understand it, they say "What gives"
They say I look so positive

 This is really something 
 This is fun
 This is really something
 I'm glad I've done
 Voices on the telephone, giggling down the line
 She says she loves me, it's about time
 This is really something
 This is really something

Nobody's sleeping, nobody's moved for hours
Cat jumped on the TV knocked over some flowers
Lips against glass make a funny face
I like to visit you at your place

Chorus

And I won't deny it, it's so obviously true
I feel ten feet tall around you

Chorus
Softly, Softly

Andrew Pendlebury/Cummings

Softly, softly don't you worry dear
Sleep tight sleep tight
Softly, softly don't you worry dear
Kiss the monster goodnight
All the bright boys they don't ask why
When I woke up she begun to cry

Softly softly when two hearts collide
Stop and go and stop and go
Softly softly when two hearts collide
Say hello, say hello
All the bright boys they don't ask why
When I woke up she began to cry

Chorus

For goodness sake come back to bed
For goodness sake rest your head
On my shoulder
So, don't cry baby
    don't cry baby
    don't cry baby

Softly, softly can't you keep a secret?
Oh tell me please tell me
Softly, softly can't you keep a secret
If only, miss lonely
All the bright boys they don't ask why
When I woke up she began to cry

Choru-
Passionette

Cummings/Martin Armiger

Sometimes I'm a tiger, I'm just so passionette
Get up and fix your breakfast in your kitchenette
Other times its reversed quiet as a mouse
Newspapers magazines filling up the house
Call the Doctor, call the lawyer, have them
Draw up a document, my position, my condition
Shows no sign of improvement

Chorus:
Passionette, passionette
I can't get passionette anymore
Passionette, passionette
I can't get passionette anymore

A wife, a girlfriend and a mistress too
I'd speak french, but you won't parlez vous
It's an impossible war nobody can win
My tongue in your mouth but it's a sin
Call the doctor
Call the doctor

Chorus
Stop The Baby Talking

Andrew Pendlebury/Cummings

Call it mission impossible, drying her wet clothes on a chair
Baby gets in her way, baby gets in her hair
Baby wants to know
Mummy's a nervous wreck, switch on the television
Keep her in check

It's a sad sad situation, and I can't see a way out
Stick her in a creche, let her scream and shout
Til her face turns blue
Baby shut your trap, baby gets so cranky
When she hasn't had a nap

 You can't stop the baby talking
 You can't
 You can't stop the baby talking
 You can't
 Cry baby

Baby can't keep a secret, she's inquisitive
Government assistance makes mummy negative
Baby's drawing on walls
Baby nobody's home the buzzer don't work
On the telephone
Lucky Shop

Cummings/Martin Armiger

Down at mouth, reached the end of my tether
Sick of working, sick of the weather
Report on the radio, crime rate sky rockets
Can't crack it for a smile, hands in my pockets
But don't you give up in, give up or stop

Chorus:
  Big bust in the lucky shop
  I don't know when to stop

You can't beat the system, the system can't be beat,
You back the wrong horse, you don't eat
Falls off the back of a truck into the gutter
Fluctuating form guides, heart flutters
But don't you give in, give up or stop
Big bust in the Lucky shop

Chorus

Punch the clock, keep myself amused
A little worse for wear, a little bruise
Friends are important, not paying the rent
Trashy books make me feel good and Clint Eastwood
But don't you give in give up or stop

Chorus
Clint 2

Martin Armiger/Cummings/Andrew Pendlebury

High plains drifter drifts out the door
Turns me every which way but loose
So I'm doing a postcard of Clint Eastwood
a 4 colour run
with a gun
Clint Eastwood
Face The Tiger

Andrew Pendlebury/Cummings

Stick the beans in the vitamizer
He used to idolise her
Now he forgets where he lives
He's lost his appetite
Now he doesn't go home tonight
Slumps in his chair awkwardly, bright boys become so clumsy
Somewhere he lost his desire
Now he feels tired

Chorus

Face the tiger in the kitchen
It's so very ordinary.
Face the tiger in the kitchen
It's so very ordinary.

Tie gets caught in the kitchen wizz
Strictly confidential, here it is
Slumped in his chair in front of T.V.
its
it keeps pretty good time
its keeps pretty good company
Tiny steps, the front door key

Where you learn to so sneaky
You say your beliefs
Are the same as a thiefs
Happy Feet

Martin Armiger/Cummings

Tap, tap from your suburb and back
Receiving loud and clear under attack
My approach was somewhat erratic
You were laughing giving me static
An apparition sliding across the floor
I was the dark object by the door
It shimmers and shakes, it scares me some
Five years mostly fun

Chorus

And I can't wait til next we meet
So languid, bitter sweet
I can tell that you've got
Happy feet
Happy feet

Happy talk drifting across the pillow
When you're laughing, I just glow
Watching you put on your dancing shoes

Happy talk drifitng across the pillow
When you're laughing, I just glow
Watching you put on your dancing shoes
Out of my depth, but not confused.

Chorus

Middle 8
And when the weekend comes
its fun, fun, fun.
Summer sun
Summer sun.

Chorus
Last House On The Left

Andrew Pendlebury/Cummings

Across town the other side of the river
A tree lined street near some shops
That's where the world stops
We're keeping busy

Chorus

The last house on the left
The last house on the left
We're doing nothing
Nothing doing, but it's O.K.

Every night we see the same faces
Walking carelessly along the footpath
We stop and laugh
We're giving it a try making friends again
Eating at home pay the rent
The money always spent

Chorus

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