4000 Weeks Holiday
Released January 1984
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Darling (yes, darling?)
Nothing, darling
Just darling, darling
You're my inspiration, so welcome to my heart
Since making your acquaintance I've made a brand new start
I'm telling you I love you, what else can I say?
'Cos you're my inspiration in every single way
You're always optimistic, you never be blasé
And when I'm in a moody you make it go away
I've never had a minute of horrible jealousy, jealousy
Anyone that you like will be okay with me
'Cos you're my inspiration, my reason and my rhyme
From the first impressions until the end of time
I'm telling you I love you, what else can I say?
'Cos you're my inspiration in every single way
Well darling, that just about sums things up
And I'm sure you know by now, I think you're very special
So (lower darling) So..... snarling darling? (stop it pet),
alright
(Inspiration)
You're my inspiration, my reason and my rhyme
From the first impressions until the end of time
I'm telling you I love you, what else can I say?
'Cos you're my inspiration in every single way
(Inspiration)
Since making your acquaintance (inspiration) the world's a better place
(inspiration)
Your confidence is catching (inspiration) I can feel it in my face (inspiration)
It's almost out of order (inspiration) so beautiful with you (inspiration)
I'm going to do my utmost (inspiration) to make it all stay cool (inspiration)
'Cos you're my inspiration (inspiration, inspiration)
You're my inspiration (inspiration, inspiration)
You're my inspiration (inspiration, inspiration)
When Freddy Frost was in my soul
And Tommy Tear was in my eye
Phillippa friendship took my hand
Said, "Baby don't cry"
When Tessie Trouble's on patrol
And Suzie Sadness makes you blue
Let Lennie Love come to your door
And pal up with you
Friends are something special
Friends are all we need
Friends with one another
I like you very much indeed
What Peter Panic can't put down
And Nelly Nasty can't destroy
When Harry Happy says, "Hello"
To Jennifer Joy
Friends are more than precious
Friends are guaranteed
Friends with one another
I like you very much indeed
Friends are more than special
Friends are all we need
Friends are so important
I like you very much indeed
Your daddy took one look at me and said
"There goes Mr Evil with a bad hat on his head
He must be delinquent he wears such wicked clothes
Those shabby suits and big brown boots, there's danger in his pose
How can you love a man in gloves - a jailbird and a hound?
A scallywag, a reprobate - the devil I'll be bound"
I know your daddy
Says I'm a baddy
'Cos I won't do what I'm told
But Jenny Dancer
You know the answer
I've shown you a heart of gold
Your daddy never listens to a word
"I can see he's bad now, daughter, don't be so absurd
He's got no finer feelings, he's the singer in a band
He's cold and hard with no regard - why can't you understand?
I know his type - a guttersnipe, he dresses like a thief
Devote yourself to him, my girl, things will come to grief"
I know your daddy
Says I'm a baddy
'Cos I'm wild and fancy free
But Jenny Dancer
You know the answer
You have seen the good in me
So tell your daddy
I'm not a baddy
Tell him just to wait and see
And Jenny Dancer
My sweet romancer
You can run away with me
Yes, you can run away with me
You can run away with me
You can run away with me
You can run away with me
(Run away, run away, run away)
Who's got the toughest brush with the sweetest strokes?
At the Royal Academy for Jack-the-Lademy
Mr. Blake is the actual bloke at the Royal College of Useful Knowledge
He plays his part without complaint at the Royal Society for Insobriety
Gets his pencils and his paint from the Royal Commission for Intuition
It's not a fake, it's a Peter Blake
It's navy blue, it's crimson lake
It takes the cake and no mistake,
For goodness' sake take a look at those Blakes
Who's paintings brighten any day, who draws each breath from loving life?
Who's golden beard and black beret, who's sharper than a palette knife?
Who treasures every mortal scrap at the Royal Borough of Extremely Thorough?
Peter Blake is the actual chap at the Royal Enclosure of Cool Composure
And such nice beauties do impart from the Royal Exchange of Rare and Strange
The wonders of his noble art at the Royal Tournament of Glad You're Born-ament
It's not a cheat, it's one of Pete's
It's Daisy darling, Libby sweet
To ease your mind and soothe your aches,
For goodness' sake take a look at those Blakes
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
Peter is going to paint a picture - for you
It's Siriol the she-devil of naked madness, Wynken Blynken & Nod
Errol Flynn, Robert Melville, Elvis Presley and Cheetah the Monkey
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
It's Peter the painter
Wrap yourself in silver paper, put a sandbag on your head
Crawl inside your fall-out shelter underneath your garden shed
Boil an egg or have a cuddle, cut your toenails, make the bed
By the time this record's finished, everybody will be...
Wrap yourself in silver paper, put a sandbag on your head
Crawl inside your fall-out shelter underneath your garden shed
Boil an egg, have a cuddle, cut your toenails, make the bed
By the time this record's finished, everybody will be dead
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
For those that do not wish to die, raise up your voices to the sky
And sing away the missiles
Wash your smalls, feed the cactus, telephone your Uncle Fred
By the time this record's finished everybody will be dead
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Ban the bomb
Hello babies
I'm sharper than splinter
I'm meaner than Minter
I'm cooler than winter
And smarter than Pinter
From coast to coast I'm the most verbose and my royal boast is I'm the ace
When I rhyme on time I'm so sublime that your troubles will climb right out of
your face
Hypnotise your ears and eyes while your booty flies to outer space
Percy the Poet, I know it 'cos I show it, I'm aglow when I bestow it - on the
bass
Stepping to the rhythm
Dressed in baby blue
Mr. Flash & Fancy
Mr. You Know Who
I'm Percy the Poet
I'm Percy the Poet
I'm Percy (yeah) the Poet
Percy
If going to the library was as important as going to the lavatory
Doing art would be just as natural as (thhhhhww)
So speaks the Royal Noble Overlord of Amazing Phrasing
Prince, Duke, Sir, King, Poet Laureate, Count Dracula of Spectacular Vernacular
After you, my dears
Stepping to the rhythm
Dressed in baby blue
Mr. Flash & Fancy
Mr. You Know Who
I'm Percy (yeah) the Poet
I'm Percy the Poet
I'm Percy the Poet
I'm Percy the Poet
Without a doubt I'm the King of Sprout so I jump about 'cos here I come
Tout de suite my beat right up your street I will unseat your very bums
As I speak of my technique for those who seek delirium
Poetry Percy, it's a controversy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
I'm Percy the Poet
Alright, babies?
He's Percy the Poet, he's Percy the Poet, he's Percy the Poet
He's Percy the Poet, he's Percy the Poet, he's Percy the Poet
You could say I like it here
With my mouth right in your ear
What a lovely atmosphere
It's very personal
You might say it's where it's at
On the sofa in your flat
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
It's very personal
Done up like a kipper
Tonced up like a toff
Here's your golden slipper
Close your eyes and cough
Very personal
Very personal
You could say I like it
With my mouth right in your earhole
What a lovely atmosphere
It's very personal
Very personal
Hey! I want to be your partner in the rackets
And I'll be your accomplice in the crime
Like jewel thieves in Saint Tropez
We'll steal the precious nights away
The angels smile on those who take their time
Take me to the cleaners
I want to go to the cleaners
Take me to the cleaners
I will be creased and pressed
I want to be your comrade in the con-game
And we'll conspire to untold dirty deeds
Through custom's old deceitful web
We'll smuggle love instead of Leb
No sweat, no fear, no worry beads
Take me down to Sketchley's
I must go down to Sketchley's
Take me down to Sketchley's
And drape me on a rail
Take me to the cleaners
I want to go to the cleaners
Take me to the cleaners
And keep me out of jail
I want to share your handcuffs in the transit
And be your co-defendant at the trial
To hear these words on Judgement Day,
"Not guilty, let them go their way"
And know that we were laughing all the while
Take me to the Co-Op
I want to go to the Co-Op
Take me to the Co-Op
I need to pop my cork
Take me to the cleaners
I want to go to the cleaners
Take me to the cleaners
I must have more French chalk
Take me down to Safeway's
I must go down to Safeway's
Take me down to Safeway's
Old Bill's on my Daily
Take me to the cleaners
I want to go to the cleaners
Take me to the cleaners
But not to the Old Bailey
I first got the case of the man with no face, one evening in
August last year
A telephone call told me nothing at all, and I made an appointment with fear
She was dressed to the nines on Parisian lines, her features were winsome and
cool
She stuck half a grand in my hot little hand which is more than I get as a rule
I tried to look wise as she plied me with lies about husbands and random young
men
And when she was through I said, "Bollocks to you, you're talking to
Lavatory Len"
"You're not some poor tart who had a bad start, you're in with the heavy
brigade"
"You're up to some skank and to be very frank, I'm useless with shooters
and blades"
"To tell you the truth", she said, "I need a good sleuth to save
me from murder or jail"
"I've got over a ton of Kabul Number One and the victim of theft on my
tail
I'm the private dick
I'm the private face
I'm the private eye
In the private place
She said, "He's the real snag, he's the King of the Blag and he's known to
be hard on the chase"
"He stays in the shade when he's plying his trade and they call him the
man with no face"
With no more ado, I said, "No fucking thank you", and I started to
show her the door
When into my day stepped a man dressed in grey whose face was a mask - nothing
more
He made it quite clear that he wanted his gear by jobbing me straight in the
chops
It isn't much fun when the business gets done, but it's ever so nice when it
stops
Whereupon I offered him coke which by way of a joke was a mixture of acid and
smack
Like a jolly good sport he had a huge snort and was very soon flat on his back
I'm the private face
Reach for the sky
I'm the private dick
In the private eye
So we had it away for a year and a day with a three-ton truck and a tent
Our large lump of hash made us bundles of cash, 'cos we sold some wherever we
went
And I ain't heard no trace of the man with no face, and I hope that's just how
it stays
'Cos we've got enough dope to be able to cope with our needs for the rest of
our days
I'm the private dick
I'm the private face
I'm the private eye
In the private place
Although you think I'm sleeping as you get set to leave
I can see your shadow packing from underneath my sleeve
I swore I'd never live without your constant company
Tomorrow's empty bedroom would be the death of me
Times you tried to tell me, today was not our day
Would see me in a fury, or begging you to stay
When you told me there was someone else, self pity filled my mind
Mocking my assurance and leaving sense behind
I'll keep the changes to myself, no chance that you'll respond
So clear was my reflection, I couldn't see beyond
And now you'll go and maybe so, I'll always be the same
Well thanks for looking in on me, I'm really glad you came
Now there's both sets of keys on the dresser and only one pair of shoes on the
floor
Of the cases on top of the cupboard - there's two where there used to be four
Some sizable gaps in the bathroom and your presence is felt all the more
Although you think I'm sleeping as you get ready to leave
I can see your shadow packing from underneath my sleeve
And there you go and yes I know, I'll always be the same
Well thanks for looking in on me - I'm really glad you came
'Cos it was good, wasn't it?
Copyright details - Compositions written by Ian Dury/Mike
McEvoy/Russell Hardy/Rod Melvin and published by Polydor Ltd (London).
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allow fans to appreciate the clever lyrics and sing along with the songs