LYRICS

THE GRAHAM GOULDMAN SONGBOOK

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This songbook contains all the songs Graham Gouldman has written or co-written throughout his career. Titles written in this colour are from Graham Gouldman's solo-albums or written by 'Graham Gouldman-the-composer' for other groups or artists than 10cc. Titles written in thiscolour are from the 10cc-catalogue. Titles written in this colour are from the Wax- or Common Knowledge-catalogue. Lyrics of titles with this * mark may need correction. We are still searching for lyrics to complete this songbook. If you are in possession of the lyrics to the titles in this colour, please send a copy to the webmaster. Also adress to the webmaster if you have any remarks to make. Eternal gratitude and a place for your name in the Graham Gouldman Virtual Hall of Friends will be your part.

18 Carat man of means (1973)
(Creme/Godley/Gouldman/Stewart)

I need some money to open doors
I won't bend over or lick your paws
You got me red, I'll get me black
My tar town checks come bouncin' back
He wears my suit to make a good impression
He didn't come here for no mad concession
Don't rip me off
'Cause I'm a
Blue chip [Long hair]
Gilted [Weirdo]
Carte blanche, bona fide
18 carat man of means
My joint account goes up in smoke
Your drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' coke
Man, he's gonna be a star
Stick with him babe and you'll go far
I've said so baby, what you want of me
I'm already signed up to NSB
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
They're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You laughed at me when I was down
You thought our Harry would devalue the pound
Worn out with you, yeh and I saw red
You're holding my hand, but you shake my head
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh
You're alright
Yeh, yeh, yeh

24 Hours (1983)
(Gouldman/Stewart)

Here on the street
Feeling the cool of the dawn
Shuffling feet
Faces are ragged and worn
They've been working all night
Waiting for the curtain to rise
While you're under the sheets
You with the stars in your eyes
Letter box noise
Snapping the day into life
Newspaper boys
Cutting the mist like a knife
We're beginning to rise
Curtain up the drama begins
It's the start of the race
All of us wanting to win
People rushing shouting pushing
Got no time for conversation
Inner city population
The struggle for communication
People trying pressure rising
Hook and hustle flex your muscle
It's all part of living
Do you wanna get away
Restaurant smells
Mix in the heat of the day
Telephone bells
Kissogram girls on her way
Someone's thinking of you
Birthday boy is in for a treat
And the message is clear
Once a year life can be sweet
Caught in a flash
Cover girl freezes her smile
Media trash
Blinding the crowd with such style
It's a dazzling affair
A fantasy to star in your dreams
Do you want to believe
Everyone knows what they've seen
Twilight time in the city
And the shutters are down
That's when the singles are lost in their doubles
The happy hour comes round
To help you unwind in the shadows
Takes the tension away
It's been a hell of a day in the city
Now it's your time to play
Living under pressure
Do you wanna buy a dream?
I say Phil can you get it he say
Alright alright alright
Tell me when can I get it he say
Tonight tonight tonight
I want money on delivery hey
That's right that's right that's right
I say baby don't you trust me he say
The city's a jungle where the strongest survive
Neonic heat
Flooding the darkness with light
The capitol beats
Feeding the pulse of the night
It's the music of life
Listen to the sound of the crowd
Where the rhythm's so strong
And the music is playing so loud
Where the rhythm's so strong
And the music is playing so....

The Acapulco Kid (1978)
(Gouldman/Rick Fenn)
(never released, originally intended to be included on the 'Bloody Tourists' LP)

Guitar intro’

You say your Momma don’t know,
they sayin’ your Pa don’t care!
So you wear beads and bangles,
grow some facial hair.
You put on mirror glasses
and you bleach your jeans.
You go to all night parties
and those uptown scenes.

Where have you been?
In Acapulco where the grass is green.
What have you seen?
Nothing!

Guitar break

Your Momma brings you up,
You bring your Momma down.
You drive your Papa mad,
Your Papa drives you round.
You join the Socialist party,
fight the riot police.
You go to demonstrations
singing “Love and Peace”

What do you mean?
My mind is dirty but my hands are clean.
What have you seen?
Drug interest fantasies clouding my brain.

Hit it!

Guitar break

You say the system sucks,
you suck the system dry.
And you got all the answers,
never question why!
You think you’re so outrageous,
think you’re so damn cool.
But now the weekend’s over
and it’s back to school!

Guitar break

Action Man in a Motown Suit (1981)
(Gouldman/Stewart)

Let's stay a while and watch him
He's moving into action man
He's looking good but maybe
He's in the wrong direction man
But he wanna get a little, get a little
Every night, get a little, get a little
Something for his appetite
Everybody needs to have a recreation
Everybody needs a little comfort for the soul
You'll never make it in a motown suit
No way to fake it man they're not your roots
No, you'll never make it in a motown suit
You can't be a drummer without rhythm
Can't blow your horn if you ain't blue
Some folks they just ain't got it in 'em
Tell me boy now does that sound like you
He's cruising with the singles
Down the margarita bar
He's boring to distraction
Pushing words and talking stars
(What's your sign)
He's gotta take a little, take a little
On the side, make a little, make a little
Something for his appetite
Everybody needs a little lubrication
Someone with imagination got to break the ice
You'll never make it in a motown suit
No way to fake it man they're not your roots
No, you'll never make it in a motown suit
You can't be a lover without rhythm
Don't blow your horn if you ain't true
No point in playing Valentino
He's a sham and brother so are you
You can't be a drummer without rhythm
Can't blow your horn if you ain't blue
Some folks they just ain't got it in 'em
Tell me boy now does that sound like you

All Over You (1998)
(Gold/Gouldman)

Got a letter, a letter
From the postman, the postman
But I’m leaving, I’m leaving
I gotta go to work
On the next train, the next train
Going insane, going insane
You should be grieving, be grieving

But I know what you’re thinking
That the minute I leave for the track
You’ll let the postman in through the back
Baby, and he’ll be all over you
Everybody knows that it’s true
Don’t you think when I go
I’m the last one to know

And he’ll be all over you
Not a lot of things I can do
‘Cause it’s all over town
That you’re messing around with our love
Got a ticket, a ticket
From a policeman, a policeman

Going native, native
Worrying about you baby
Took my number, my number
And my licence, my licence
And my address, my address

And now I’m in a bad mess
‘Cause later on when I came through the door
I found the policeman breaking the law
Baby, and he was all over you
Everybody knows that it’s true

Don’t you think when I go I’m the last one to know
And he was all over you
Not a lot of things I can do ‘cause it’s all over town
That you’re messing around with our love
Are you thinking of him, do you say you love him
No disguise can hide it
Hey, dis guy’s in love with you

I punched the postman
Beset the milkman
I bit the policeman
But now I need a lawyer
Don’t you visit, you visit
Me in prison, in prison

I’m gonna break out
A good reason has arisen
Doing time has made a man out of me
You’d better leave those others alone

‘Cause I’ll be all over you
Everybody knows that it’s true
Never think when I go
I’m the last one to know

Alright tonight (1987)
(Gold/Gouldman)

Baby
I know you've been hurt
This world can be hard on your soul
Heartless and painful I know
But time
Time is on your side
And what seems unbearable now
Will one day seem funny somehow

We are alright
We are alright
We are alright tonight

This world
This world can be so cruel
Making your dreams disappear
Just when you thought you were so near
Oh but this world
This world can be so kind oh yeah
Finding its own wonderous way
Of healing the heartache some way

CHORUS
If you're down on your luck
Just call on me
If you don't know where to turn yeah
Just call on me
And if you're lonely lonely lonely lonely
You know where I'll be
I'll be your shelter your guarantee

CHORUS
solo
CHORUS

L'Altra Sponda (2004)
(Renato Zero/Guidetti/Gouldman)

Do you know how to translate this in English? Please e-mail!)

Guarda quanti segni
un atlante il corpo mio qui è passato il mondo
riconosco il marchio suo spavaldo ed insolente
delicato non direi
credi a lui e non a me...
come puoi gente...
mai nessun lamento
fermo e zitto lì incassando e pazientando
vedi è tutto scritto qui...
tanto accanimento un giorno speri finirà
non conosci il mondo...o non ti ami...
l'altra sponda non passarci mai stanne fuori
fidati di noi
una landa dove tutto irreale è non c'è luce non c'è pace
affonda ogni dignità
l'altra sponda
uomini a metà e Dio... che fa...
trappole e serpenti
da qui non esci più
pensieri delinquenti errori di una gioventù
stanchi professori avete vinto voi
noi restiamo ai margini del cuore...
l'altra sponda per non chiudere alla gogna chi vuol vivere
se mi senti non pensare che hai vinto tu
un sussulto e passi all'altra sponda
terra d'incerti eroi
che vergogna se ti salvi è perché gli mentirai...
l'altra sponda una macchia che non va via
un sospetto e sei...dell'altra sponda
un gioco ignobile chi ti manda ha morbosità da vendere...

Americana Panorama (1983)
(Gouldman/Stewart)

Martin Luther B.B. King
You had a dream and you make us swing
Doctor Winston J.F.K.
You had a dream but they blew you away
Americana panorama
Big apple rice banana
Bit but keep your backs against the wall
Pretzel logic does apply
Oh fast food junk food gets you by
You got delis diners southern fries
And burgen queens with hungry eyes
That's Americana panorama
Aerobatic instant karma
Run but do your jogging in the car
Tricky didn't make it
But his part deserves an oscar
When he proved that you can fool the people
all the time
And from the Rockies to the Hudson
Everybody loves a winner
Turn a blind eye to corruption
While the nation grows
Oh oh I feel the pressure rising
You're on top of the world but it's about to blow
Do you know what you're doing?
Do you know?
Take a look at what you've done
You are the shape of things to come
It's science fiction coming true
You can shoot the stars it's up to you
Americana panorama
Living in a TV drama
Turn it off and make the dream come true
Oh oh Americana panorama
Living in a TV drama
Turn it off and make the dream come true

American English (1987)
(Gold/Gouldman)

Here comes my one and only
Talking like a starlet on a Hollywood screen
She whispers something to me
I hear the words but I don't know what she means

Oh she speaks American English
Oh don't always understand
Though she speaks American English
Got the language of love
At her command

Love travels transatlantic
I'm hot and bothered by her figure of speech
Can't follow her semantics
But when her body moves it's clear to me

CHORUS
We don't need words
To express what is real
We've got each other
That says everything that we feel

There's too much damn confusion
With all this talking going round and round
We'll reach our own conclusion
We'll make connection on the common ground

CHORUS

She speaks American English
She speaks the language of love
She speaks American English

Anchors Aweigh (1989)
(Gold/Gouldman)

Eighteen
I'd never been far from home
A young lad seekin' destiny
This ship
With a hundred hands or more
To set sail on a stormy sea
I don't know how we can find our way
With only the stars in the sky
To be our guide
I was green inside
When I heard the captain calling

Anchors aweigh now
Anchors aweigh
We're underway now
Anchors aweigh

I've heard tales of boats that ran aground
Ghost ships dead in the sun
And of men bewitched by the siren's song
Those that died were the lucky ones
One wave can knock a man overboard
And in the name of the crown
A man could drown
I was feeling down
When I heard the captain calling

Anchors aweigh now
Anchors aweigh
We're underway now
Anchors aweigh

The Anonymous Alcoholic (1978)
(Gouldman/Stewart)

You walk in the room
The folks are all there
With glasses in hand
But you can't take the band
So you head for the bar
The barman's well stocked
He knows where you're at
He offers a drink
But you can't take none of that
(No you can't take none of that)
Everybody's having fun
So why be the one
Who's out in the cold
It's not good enough
You made a deal with yourself
You said you'd never take another drop
Your craving's big, your livers shot
You'd give a million for a solitary drop
You take your first belt
It tastes like pure hell
The second one drops
Intentions are shot
Well you think you might as well
You take another sip
You get to likin' it
The music sounds hip
So you head for the floor
(So you head for the floor)
Yea yea yea yea yea
Well you step out on the dance floor
And you grab at your boss's wife
You've been longing to hold her close
For the whole of your working life
And the band played on
Move your ass
Well your hostess is lookin' mad
As your hands start to wander
And your boss is gonna get you now
He's gonna put you six feet under
You get walked out the door
And your feet don't touch the floor
You're never gonna see 'em no more
The dawn starts to break
Your heads a big ache
You're lyin' in bed
You're back from the dead
And your mouth feels like old leather
(Old leather)
Never do it again
(You'll never do it again)
Everyone was havin' fun
But you were the one
Kicked out in the cold
You slept in your clothes
You let 'em down
Down at the club
You know your confidence got to take the rub
Your boss is sore
You've had your chance
He says he never wants to see you again
Don't wanna see you again
(Don't wanna see you again)
You've got to dry out
The boys have found out
It's the end of the line
But it's martini time
So you head for the bar..r...r..r..r..r

Art For Arts Sake (1976)
(Gouldman/Stewart)

Gimme your body
Gimme your mind
Open your heart
Pull down the blind
Gimme your love gimme it all
Gimme in the kitchen gimme in the hall
Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake
Art for Arts sake
Money for Gods sake
Gimme the readys
Gimme the cash
Gimme a bullet
Gimme a smash
Gimme a silver gimme a gold
Make it a million for when I get old
Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake
Art for Arts sake
Money for Gods sake
Money talks so listen to it
Money talks to me
Anyone can understand it
Money can't be beat Oh no
When you get down, down to the root
Don't give a damn don't give a hoot
Still gotta keep makin the loot
Chauffeur driven
Gotta make her quick as you can
Give her lovin' make you a man
Get her in the palm of your hand
Bread from Heaven
Gimme a country
Where I can be free
Don't need the unions
Strangling me
Keep me in exile the rest of my days
Burn me in hell but as long as it pays
Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for Gods sake

Away From It All (1980)
(Gouldman)

Away from it all in another place
Different space with another point of view
Alone together with you

Love is the ruler and beauty is queen
Is it a dream from which I'll never rise
I'll never realise

We're in a world where the darkness never falls
In a place where all worries disappear
And even if it can't go on forever
We'll make the most of what is here

Away from it all in another time
Peace of mind there's nothing I'd rather do
Than be alone together with you

And even if we can't go on forever
We'll make the most of what is here

Noboby sees us and nobody stares
No one is looking and nobody cares what we do
Alone together with you

Away from it all, away from it all
Away from it all, away from it all

Baby's got a gun (1997)

They’re waking up the neighbourhood again
Don’t they know these bedroom walls are thin?
Ooh, ooh another fight
Ooh, ooh it’s bad tonight

Baby got a gun
Too many days under the thumb
Baby got a gun
With a finger on the trigger
She’ll do what must be done
Why are sirens screaming down our block?
Who’s the woman standing there in shock?
She is to take the blame
Ooh, ooh how things have changed

Baby got a gun
Too many days under the thumb
Baby got a gun
With a finger on the trigger
She’ll end what he has begun
She never told us anything was wrong
Funny how you think you know someone
Ooh, ooh just one more fight
Ooh, ooh it’s bad tonight

Baby got a gun
With a finger on the trigger
Tonight she’ll have her fun
Baby got a gun
Too many days under the thumb
Baby got a gun
And with a finger on the trigger
She’ll do what must be done

Ball And Chain (1985)
(Gold/Gouldman)

I am a working man
Doing the best I can
I toe the line each day
To those who set the pace
I'm just another face
But someday soon I'll lose this

Ball and chain
Everyday's a life of pain
Ball and chain
Feel like I'm dragging round this ball and chain

I'm only flesh and bone
Still they want blood from stone
And they cry more more more
Someday they'll know my name
If I can stand the strain
And I won't have to haul this

Ball and chain
Everyday's a life of pain
Ball and chain
Feel like I'm dragging 'round a ball and chain

Someday I'm gonna break out
And I'll be free
And living in paradise
I won't have to crawl
I'll walk with my head held high
Well day after day
And week after week
They wear you down
'Till you're dead on your feet
And what do you get?
What do you got?
You got nothin'
So you stay where you are
For security sake
You got a family to feed
And pennies to make
It's a damn...

Ball and chain
Everyday's a life of pain
Ball and chain
Feel like I'm dragging round a ball and chain
Ball and chain...

Baron Samedi (1974)
(Gouldman/Stewart)

I'll show you man who walk on fire
And don't get burned
Don't get burned, don't get burned
He don't get burned
I'll show you man who tread on glass
And he don't get cut
Don't get cut, don't get cut
He don't get cut
You can take a knife and slit his throat
And he won't drop dead
Won't drop dead, won't drop dead
He won't drop dead
Been a ju-ju boy for a thousand years
And he ain't cut yet
Ain't cut yet, ain't cut yet
He ain't cut yet
Hold 'em
You've got to crease 'em and fold 'em
You've got to shape 'em and mould 'em
Take a piece of their soul man
Well he can take a little moonlight
Suck the poison from a snakebite
Movin' round about midnight
He's got the power of life
See the sacrifice of the virgin women
See the deadly snake and the headless chicken
Take a sip from dripping red
Make it with the living dead
Take you up when you feeling down
When you're sick he will come around
Takes his cures from out the ground
He's the one who can hypnotize
And you'll never believe your eyes
He can cause the dead to rise

Barry's shoes (2007)
(Godley/Gouldman)

The place was full of old men rocking and howling,
eyes glued to ancient prayers.
I should’ve been doing the same but I had nothing to atone for.
Not yet, anyway.

(Nothing to atone for)

We were three rows back from the front,
my father on the right,
all righteous and guilty in his prayer shawl.
Barry on the left in mohair.
I smiled at Barry and we shared a rebel moment.
We only came because we had to.
We were too young not too.
Yeah, I was only fifteen, trying to be a mod
and shoes were more important than God.

(Barry’s shoes)
Please walk me away from the family business
(Barry’s shoes)
Get me out of my Father’s clothes,
(Barry’s shoes)
Kick start my imagination,
(Barry’s shoes)
with a little intrigue.

Yeah, I looked down to avoid God’s gaze
and there they were.

(Barry you're a dark horse)

They were blue - grey, mock alligator,
six whip thin straps with a pointed toe,
sharp enough to carve your name in a greaser
and leave him lying in a pool
of his own cool.

Barry you're a liar.
You bought them from him didn't you?
Here come the waves of disapproval
And they were mean shoes,
lean shoes, supreme shoes,
every loving Mother’s bad dream shoes.

They were brave shoes,
depraved shoes,
emancipated slave,
dancing on your grave
in obscene shoes,
wet dream shoes,
Screamin’ Jay Hawkins screamin’ shoes.

They were race shoes,
disgrace shoes,
lying in the gutter
off my face shoes,
in kiss of death shoes,
whiskey breath shoes,
Jerry Lee on
crystal meth shoes.
They called them queer shoes,
fear of fear shoes,
end of everything
we hold dear shoes.
Can't let it happen here shoes

(Barry’s shoes)
Last seen leaving the Three Coins at midnight,
(Barry’s shoes)
on his way to meet an unknown friend.
(Barry’s shoes)
They found his shoes, on fire, on a bombsite.
(Barry’s shoes)
But no sign of Barry.

For a long time the park seemed empty without him.
In his honour only sick jokes were told,
then JFK got shot and the world stopped.
We all slowly morphed into our parents
and the dream went cold.
And I got scared.

The place was full of old men rocking and howling,
eyes glued to ancient prayers.
I should've been doing the same
but I have nothing to atone for, yet.

Do they?
Do they?
Do they?

Beautifulloser.com (2006)
(Godley/Gouldman)

She sang Jazz in the 50’s,
wrote songs in the 60’s
and acted in 75.
When she crashed in Paris
and died for a minute
she was full of herself
and full of the future.

And she was beautiful.
She was radiant but broken.
For she knew her soul had gone ahead
to hold the right door open.

Oh, she kept on singing
and dancing and ringing
the same bells that she rang before
but she wasn’t looking for beauty now
she was looking for the door.
And we all looked for it in darkness together
and we looked for it in light
and we looked for it in worlds that
only existed at night.

Then one day she went to pieces
with the whole world looking on
and now she’s just another loser
on beautifulloser.com

And her heart is aching
Her hands are shaking
And her face shows every line she’s taken
When the smile gets painted on
She becomes the hottest download ever
On beautifulloser.com

So the world kept turning
and we got into learning
how to be all grown up and tough
and we all turned into doctors
and lawyers and stuff.
But it was good to know she was out there
being free for everyone
while someone bad was dreaming up
beautifulloser.com

She was beautiful.
She was radiant but broken.
For she knew her soul had gone ahead
to hold the right door open.

Now she’s back in the business
with a smaller apartment
and a whole new set of dreams
and a small time agent who’s
guaranteeing to get her face
on a million screens.
So she went to a few auditions
but she couldn’t get a part.
They were always after a younger woman
someone full of herself
and full of the future.

But this weird little kid he kept coming around
and banging on her door, saying
“Lady I work for this web site
I know you’d be perfect for.
But they won’t care about your redemption
and they don’t allow wounds to heal.
The customers like you broken.
It’s a take it or leave it deal.”

Now she lies in the shadows
and dies for the camera
and she’ll do what you want her to do
whilst trying to hang onto
the memory of a young girl
so full of herself
and full of the future.

And she was beautiful.
She was radiant but broken
‘cause she knew her soul was up ahead
holding the right door open.

So she filled her room with flowers
and she wrote to everyone
but she never said a single word
about beautifulloser.com.
She said she was living in India
where the air was clear and still
and every soul’s got a private door
that you can pass through at will.

Then she took down all her mirrors
and broke ‘em one by one
while I was busy getting rich
off beautifulloser.com

And her heart was aching
her hands were shaking
and she knew her soul was out there waiting.
So with the whole world lookin’ on
she put a shotgun in her mouth
on beautifulloser.com

And she was beautiful.
She was beautiful.
She was beautiful.
Oh so beautiful.
She was beautiful.
She was beautiful.
She was beautiful.

Bee in My Bonnet (1974)
(Gouldman/Stewart)

I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a hole in my shoe
And my toes are getting colder
I got ants in my pants
I got fries in my thighs
I got a bone in my nose
I got frit in my ass
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a flee in my ear
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I got a ticket for the train
And I'm ready to leave
I got a rockin' pneumonia
and the boogie woogie flu
I got the palpations
All because of you
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I'm burning, with love
I got my fish on the line
I got my hand in the water
I know right from wrong
So I do what I oughta
I laugh in the day
I cry in the night
Woo hoo baby
Gonna be alright
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder

Behind the door (1967)
(Gouldman)

Behind the door
Of every house
In every street
In every town
A story is unfolding
A story is unfolding
Of love and hate
Remorse, love's fate
Of hopes and fears
And smiles and tears
Of dreams that lie emoldering

Behind the door
Of every house
In every street
In every town
The stage is set for playing
The stage is set for playing
And add tough crime
A pantomime
A sweet romance
A ritual dance
The characters are praying

Behind the door
Of every house
In every street
In every town
The people are awaiting
The people are awaiting
To bear and die
The years go by
The wedding spree
The funeral tea
And still they go on waiting

And to the one
The only one
Remembered when
The need of men
It's great again
The passing come ?
Ascending
The velvet love
To the one above
Asking for
Asking for
Asking for
Asking for
A happy ending
A happy ending

Big Brother (1998)
(Gouldman/Gold)

Somebody’s listening, a glass to the wall
They hear me lying in my bed
Running through my head, crazy
No conversation is safe from the vine
I know my dirty laundry hangs
On the telephone line

Somebody’s watching, a fly on the wall
They know the secrets buried deep
Skeletons I keep hidden
Nothing is sacred from their prying eyes
I feel them peeping through the lid
Of my private life
You hear good morning as you walk in the park
A pleasant remark and the sun is shining
You read the paper, it begins to get dark

Big brother’s watching you now
Somebody’s sneaking through holes in the night
Somebody’s knocking at my door
What’s he come here for
They know I’m in here, my back’s to the wall
I know I gotta get away, but I can’t move at all
Oh, somebody’s watching you
Oh, they see everything you do
You feel inclined to take a drive into town
Shopping around and the sun is shining
You meet some people that you’ve known all your life
Big brother’s watching you now
Somebody’s listening, a glass to the wall
They hear me talking in my sleep
Secrets that I speak out
No, no, no, no

Somebody’s watching, and they’re watching you
You know there’s nowhere you can hide
In the room with the view
Nowhere you can hide
In the room with the view

Big Fat Baby (1984)
(Gold/Gouldman)

She’s my big fat baby
She’s my XL lady
She’s got an appetite
Like Mr Spielberg’s great white
And when it’s time for dinner
There’s no chance she’ll get much thinner

She’s my jumbo honey, jumbo honey
Ate up all my money, all my money
When it’s time for lunch
She can munch and plunge
The farmers take a beating
If she ever gives up eating

She was in the town of Wilmslow
At a local bistro
Asked the waiter can you
Bring the left side of the menu
The maitre d’ was moaning
As the table started groaning
But she said may I enquire what’s for afters

She’s my swollen sweetie, F A T
Neither lean nor weedy, ???
Her arms are miles apart
But a mammoth heart
Yeah, I’m a low cal’ mister
And you know I can’t resist her

Oh, oh, big fat lady, big fat lady
She walked to Marks and Spencer
And asked have you size 10 sir
He answered rather curtly
You look more like a 30
You need a shop that’s bigger
To deal with your full figure

Then he said ??? should do nicely
Don’t pout baby, you’re a special lady
I need every ton of your love
Who cares, baby, so what if you outweigh me

She’s got a ??? belly
Just like a Botticelli
And I love her so, even though
When she sits around the house
She really sits around the house
Big fat baby, she’s my big fat baby
Big fat baby, my big fat baby
Big fat baby, big fat baby

Blackmail (1975)
(Gouldman/Stewart)

She doesn't need money
She doesn't need diamonds
She's lookin' for pretty things
She doesn't want romance
She doesn't need finance
She's looking for rendezvous
But every time she's going down
She never looks around
I'll wait and watch her with my
lens until she brings the curtain down
'There behind the keyhole'
with my fisheye
I'm back in the darkroom
I'm covered in fixer
I'm making a photograph
I'll send her some postcards
In glorious colour
I'm keeping the negatives
I'll form a letter from the news
With different type from different lines
I'll tell the world about her
I'll mail the People and the Times
'Oo it'll be so scandalous
For the both of them
But mainly her'
She showed them her husband
He ordered a dozen
He thought they were fabulous
The one with the --------------
The two of the ----------------
And three of the --------------
He sold her to Hefner
Who put her in Playboy
He gave her a centre-fold
I made a real blunder
She made it in movies
I made her a superstar

Bluebird (1995)
(Gouldman)

Bluebird take me on your wing
Teach me how to fly
Teach me how to sing
Bluebird, guardian of my soul
Inside everybody
Is a story to be told
I came in from the cold
When I found someone
Strong enough to bear
The strain of our existence
And troubles everywhere
But time heals
And I know you'll be there... ooh

Bluebird symphony in flight
Symbol of the dawn
Symbol of the night
I'll try with all my might to be a brother
Always there for you
Mother (mother, mother) knowing what to do
And farther than anyone has flown
Courage to spread your wings alone
And who will help me?
Bluebird
Bluebird stranger to these shores
I look into your eyes
Have you been here before
Take me through the door to Heaven
And show me
The treasures that you keep
The magic of the sky
And the beauty of the deep
And I'll do what I have to do
To be one of the chosen few
Fly anywhere with...
You, Bluebird
Bluebird, Bluebird (Yeh)

Born To Lose (1980)
Gouldman

He was born in a very bad part of town
Where the sun never shoe
And the people went round with their heads hung low
There was no work to do nowhere to go
And so he was born to lose

Well he got up one morning and he switched on his TV
There was a whole lot of people
One big happy family
And he knew that's the place he had to be
So he got himself up
He brushed himself down
He read some books and he oiled his brain
He started to work and he started to train
And he knew he'd never be the same again
No more were you born to lose

Hey boy what you gonna do
When there ain't no future here for you
You gotta pick yourself up and pull yourself out
'Cause you know you were born to lose

Now he takes his place as one of the family
All together different colours and lookin' so fine
In the same place and at the same time
'Cause he pulled himself up
And got himself out
He read some books and he oiled his brain
He started to work and he started to train
And he knew he'd never be the same again
No more you were born to lose

Hey boy what you gonna do
When there ain't no future here for you
You gotta pick yourself up and pull yourself out
'Cause you know you were born to lose

Hey boy etc.

Breakout (1985)
(Gold/Gouldman)

[Br-Break-Br-Break-Breakout]
From the west side
To the east side
Love is unchained tonight
Under street lights
Or by candle light
Love is unchained tonight
Strange vision on the floor
Someone you've never seen before
Feel the presence of a mystery
Yeh, it's time to set your inhibition free

Breakout
Tear this place apart
Breakout
This is where we start
From the east end
To the west end

Whoa, love is unchained tonight
Feel the power
Got the spell again
Whoa, love is unchained tonight
With every step your spirits climb
The spotlight tonight will shine
I don't act hypnotised
Yeh, it's calling for you on the party line

Breakout
Tear this place apart
Breakout
This is where we start
Breakout
Tear this place apart
Breakout
This is where we start

Love is unchained tonight
Love is unchained tonight
Strange vision on the floor
Someone you've never seen before
Feel the presence of a mystery
Yeh, it's time to set your inhibition free

Breakout
Tear this place apart
Breakout
This is where we start

This is where we start

Bridge To Your Heart (1987)
(Gold/Gouldman)

You hoo hoo you've been gone for so long
I'm losing sleep
Look at what you're doing
And I hi yes I know that I was wrong
But I couldn't see
See what I was losing

Come back now baby
Little run around
Little run around
Little lost and found
Little lost and found yeah
Don't make me crazy
Just bring your body back home
Right here where you belong

Whoa
Building a bridge to your heart
Whoa
Let's make a new start
Build a bridge to your heart

I don't know what the future's gonna be
Good or bad
Time won't be your saviour
And I can't give you no written guarantee
I won't make you sad
But I'll be on my best behaviour

Look what you're doing
When you put me down
When you put me down
Made me the clown
Made me the clown yeah
Look what you're doing
Just come on over and see
Just how much lovin's in me yeah

CHORUS

I'll take you any way I can tonight
Come back and satisfy my appetite
You gotta know you mean that much to me
To get you back you know I'll do anything

Come back - baby
Just bring your body back home
Right here now baby
Where you belong

CHORUS

Bug In The Machine (1987)
(Gold/Gouldman)

I know you must've phoned
Cause you can't live without me
But my answering machine
Must be going on the blink

I know you want to say
Want to say you're sorry
But the message on the phone
Sounded like 'leave me alone'

I must've bought a faulty unit
You couldn't want a world without me in it
And up to now it was working like a dream
Uh oh uh oh
Bug in the machine

Must be something wrong
Got a bad connection
The wires must be crossed
I know it can't be you I lost

Your voice was sounding strange to me
Like on your own was what you want to be
Reuniteds what I'm sure you mean
Uh oh uh oh
Bug in the machine

Oh I'm standing on the edge
Of a nervous breakdown
Cause an answering machine
You and I has come between

Can't hold a one way conversation
I need some real communication
I'd like to fix that little green
Uh oh uh oh
Bug in the machine

I know you must've phoned
Cause you can't live without me
My answering machine
Must be going on the blink

Bug on the Cote d'Azur (1997)

I've been bitten by a bug on the Cote D'Azur
I've been bitten by a bug and I'm feeling sore
I've been bitten by a bug on the Cote D'Azur
And that's why I ain't going to come back no more
I've been bitten by a bug on the Cote D'Azur
I've been bitten by a bug in the Villefranche (the ville de French!)
I can't think of a word that rhymes
It happens to me every time
I've been bitten by a bug in the Villefranche
Ladies and Gentlemen, Andrew Gold
I've been bitten by a bug in the Villefranche
I've been bitten in the bug, with, on the bug, in the Villefranche
It's much worse being bitten under my ranch
I've been bitten by a bug in the Val D'Isere
(sounds very similar to er...)
I've been bitten by a bug in the Val D'Isere
I've been bitten in the Val D'Isere
It went right through to my underwear
He's been bitten by a bug in the Val D'Isere, the Val D'Isere
Like a totally merry, merry Christmas

Commentary Graham Gouldman: Recorded originally with myself and Andrew and one guitar in the south of France after a BBQ and a few bottles of red. You can hear Gill and Vanessa clearing up in the background. When Andrew sent me this version as a Christmas greeting, which he had obviously spent a lot of time on, I almost cried it was so good. Thank you Andrew. Commentary Andrew Gold: My pleasure. Note Gill laughing when I begin my spatula/bbq ng solo (a la spoons). Good times.

Bus Stop (1966)
(Gouldman)

Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say,
"Please share my umbrella."
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays,
love grows under my umbrella.
All that summer we enjoyed it,
wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella we employed it.
By August, she was mine.

Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop.
Sometimes she'd shop, and she would show me what she'd bought.
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane.
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.

That's the way the whole t hing started.
Silly, but it's true.
Thinking of a sweet romance beginning in a queue.
Came the sun the ice was melting,
No more sheltering now.
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow.

Call It Destiny (1987)
(Gold/Gouldman)

Meet me where your heart and the highway runs tonight, tonight
Jump into these wheels of fire and together we'll ride, we'll ride

Somewhere where we've never been
Somewhere where a chance is taken on a dream
Somewhere where we can begin
To let some passion out and some freedom in

Well somewhere in this mixed up and crazy world
There's a place, there's a place
Where people like us can be free to make our own mistake
Get a break

Come on there's no reason to wait
To realize the brave new world we can create
Now before it gets too late
Spin the wheel
Shake the hand of fate

Call it destiny
Every step you take leads to where you should be
Call it destiny
Cause you can't escape what was meant to be
Call it destiny

Aw come on mae a stand take my hand and don't ever let go, no no
It's written in the stars in the cars on the radio, let's go

Somewhere where we've never been
Somewhere where a chance is taken on a dream
Somewhere where we can begin
To let some passion out and some freedom in

CHORUS

Meet me where your heart and the highway runs tonight
Jump into these wheels of fire and together we'll ride

Can anybody see you (2000)
(Gouldman/Gold)

How can I say when you don't want to know me
You only see what you can after
You want control
I just don't know
Why you think it's mine to give
It's things like that I can't forgive

Can anybody see you
Can anybody feel you
Can anyone get through to you at all

You want to make your little sacrifices
Into a reason to get colder
Can't see the sun with blinkers on
You'd like to rewrite history
Like the truth would make you bleed

Can anybody see you
Can anybody feel you
Can anyone get through to you at all

Ignorance is bliss
In all your tales there is a twist
Yes I got written out a long long time ago

You left no place for me to show my face
If I'm not welcome as I am
How can you invite me in

Can anybody see you etc.

Channel Swimmer (1975)
(Gouldman/Stewart)

Well it's cold down here in the water
It's cold down here in the sea
Who'd be a channel swimmer?
Only a fool like me
I've greased my body
and I'm heading over the ocean
These two arms are the only locomotion
I need
See me swim and see me float
I don't need no motorboat
or a yacht to get me there
I'll do the breaststroke
and the backstroke
I'll do anything
I'll be swimming when you're all asleep
I'll be swimming when you're all awake
I'll do the sidestroke
the other sidestroke
I'll do the butterfly
But I ain't gonna crawl
on back to you, no way
I see your face in every breaker
I see your smile across the reef
I came across the sea to take you
Don't make me out to be a thief
You'll be dreaming when you're all asleep
But I'll be drowning when you're all awake
I did the breaststroke
I did my best stroke
I did everything
But I ain't good enough
'Cause it's cold down here in the water
It's cold down here in the sea
Who'd be a channel swimmer?
Only a fool like me
Who'd be a channel swimmer?
Only a fool like me...
would forget he can't swim

Charity begins at home (1992)
(Gouldman/Stewart)

A shake of the tin
The money drops in, but is it a sin
You're standing in rags
You're selling your flags
But who gets the dough at the end of the day
We saw your drop-dead fancy wheels
Your little house up on the hill
But when your conscience pricks
A little sacrifice sweetens the pill

So keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity won't leave you alone

We take to the stage
The audience rave, we're doing our bit
A heavenly cast, a blast from the past
There's a song to be sung, will it make number one
We wanna see your money roll
But our eyes are on the hall of fame
'Cos business is business
And hits are the name of the game

So keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity won't leave you alone

Everywhere that we turn
There are mouths to be fed
How can we sleep
The battle goes on while we're
Safe in our beds
So don't turn away
No don't turn away

Your doors are locked
You switch on the box to take in a show
You think that you're safe
But here comes that face
And wouldn't you know it's that message again
They want to take your plastic cash
Your hand reaches out to the phone

Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity won't leave you alone

Everywhere that we turn
There are mouths to be fed
How can we sleep
The battle goes on while we're
Safe in our beds
So don't turn away
No don't turn away

Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity won't leave you alone
etc.

Chestnut (1968)
(Gouldman)

If all of us were doomed to die when we'd lived a minute
I think I know what Ann and I would wish to happen in it
We'd let our sixty seconds run
Where chestnuts blossoms harden
Some early morning in Kensington
When Spring is in the garden
(recited)

City Lights (1983)
(Gouldman/Stewart)

Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the party's over
I don't care I'm coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
Home from work got your money in your pocket
Pull on your boots brand new suit
If you had the chance you'd hock it
For a night on the tiles
And a shot of midnight fever
Get off your back get on the track
Tune in your receiver oh oh
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the party's over
I don't care I'm coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
Truck down the street feeling kinda funky
Get on the beat shuffle your feet
Never know you might get lucky
You got love on the brain
Flashing like a neon
Feed 'em a line
Give 'em a sign
They're looking for a come on oh oh
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the party's over
I don't care I'm coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
No way to stop when the music's in your body
Into the night feel all right
No time for feeling sorry
You go down to the club
With the old familiar faces
Buy 'em a drink kick up a stink
Everybody's going crazy oh oh
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the party's over
I don't care I'm coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
To the bright city lights
To the bright city lights
To the bright city lights
Oh I love those city lights

Claire and Johnny (1997)

Dear Mr Oriole, this is just a card to tell you how
I love your band. I have your latest album and
I can’t stop playing it. Call me your number one fan.
Jamie, me and Cynthia danced all night and we didn’t
get home for school, but before I go to sleep I had to
write and tell you.

Johnny, you’re so cool
Johnny O, we love you
Love you yes we do
For you, we’d do anything
Johnny, don’t be cruel

Dear Miss Hamilton, my manager forwarded the
note you kindly wrote last spring. Things have been
hectic but thanks for the compliments. I’m glad you
like the songs I sing. We’re coming to Fayetteville
early next year and I hope to see you at the show.
Thanks again for writing and all the great support.

Gotta run, love J.E.O.
Johnny O, we love you
Love you yes we do
For you, we’d do anything
Johnny, don’t be cruel

Oh dear Johnny Oriole, it’s unbelievable. I can’t believe
you wrote me back. Eek! I’m just so blown away and I
can’t stop smiling and I almost had a heart attack. Yeah
but Jamie thinks I’m faking it so if you don’t mind, could
you send a signed picture here? I would treasure it forever
in a place of honour – it would really, really make my year.
You’re so wonderful to take the time to talk to nobodies
like me. You’re the sexiest singer in the world.
Oh John, how I wish you and I could meet. I enclose a
Home-made movie though my ponytail’s longer now.
I read you liked long blonde hair. I hope you like it
Johnny. Love you madly signed hug and kisses
Claire.

Johnny O, we love you
Love you yes we do
For you, we’d do anything
Johnny, don’t be cruel

Dear Claire Hamilton, my number one fan, why thank
you for the video (whistle). I’ve enclosed my picture
and an autograph but I’m busy in the studio. You’re a
real nice girl and I appreciate the mail but I can’t write
back each day so thanks for all the letters but I hope
you understand that things are a little crazed.
Oh yeah another little thing and I hope you don’t mind,
all the guys love the tape you made. It’s a favourite on
the bus, yeah, it entertains us in lieu of getting laid.
Yeah we love to watch you – got to see part two, hope
You don’t think we’re slime but I got to go on ‘cause
the crew’s singing ‘showtime’

Johnny O, we love you (showtime)
Love you yes we do
For you, we’d do anything (show show showtime)
Johnny, don’t be cruel ooh
Johnny O, we love you
Love you yes we do
For you, we’d do anything
Johnny, don’t be cruel

Corazon de diablo (1991) ( Spanish version of 'Evil hearted you, translation by Frank Black (Pixies) )
(Gouldman/Black)

Corazon de diablo
Siempre me intentas rebajar
Con las cosas que haces
Y las palabras
Que difundes contra mi

Corazon de diablo
Seguiras engañadome
Con tu falsa sonrisa
Y tus canciones de sirena
Sonriendo, engañando
Coqueteas conmigo hasta que no hay esperanza
Respondiendo, degradando
De rodillas intento agradarte

Pero te quiero
Sin embargo
Y te
Deseo piedad
A mi lado
Y veras
Lo que significas
Para mi

Corazon de diablo
Siempre me intentas rebajar
Con las cosas que haces
Y las palabras
Que difundes contra mi
Sobre mi

Que harias sin mi
Sonriendo, engañando
Coqueteas conmigo hasta que no hay esperanza

Credit Where Credit's Due (1989)
(Gold/Gouldman)

WAX!
Producer Peter Collins
In the place to be
He's down by law
You know what I mean
Andrew Gold and Graham Gouldman
They're safe as well
They produced this record
You can always tell
Because... Wax is in effect
Because... Wax is in effect
Because... Wax is in effect
Because... Wax is in effect
Listen up!

Recorded and mixed by Ian Taylor
You know that the man has got the flavor
Recorded by Andrew Gold
The man's got solid soul
Renn, Darren, Roy, and Dan
Not forgetting Chris and Mark
The assistants who'll be toppin' the charts
Wax!

Credit where credit's due
Credit where credit's due
Because...
Credit where credit's due
Credit where credit's due
Credit where credit's due
Credit where credit's due
Because...
Credit where credit's due
Credit where credit's due
Wax!

Strings arranged and conducted by John Cameron
Management Harvey Linsberg
"Lisberg... L-I-S-B-E-R-G"
Musicians
Steve Ferrara smackin' it on the drums
We got Graham Gouldman he coulda fooled him
He had them on the run
Wax!

Judd Lander on the bagpipes
Chris Thompson backin' it right
Scott Handy he's on the sax
And you know it's like that
Gary Maughn on the Fairlight
He's hip, rockin' it right
And on the keyboards we have Dave Stuart
Come on homeboys, let's do it
Wax!

With a M-R-M-A-G-I-C
My name's Mr. Magic and you know that's me
Mr. Magic that's who I be
Soon to be Mr. Magic O.B.E.
When I was boy in my home town
I did not know that I'd be throwin' down
But as I got older, I got bolder
Realized that I was never falter
Went this all new town doin' to my name
Like DMC, I was looking for fame
So I joined with the Wax dance party
And that is why you're listenin' to me
'Cause...
Wax!

Credit where credit's due
Credit where credit's due
Because...
Credit where credit's due
Credit where credit's due
Because...
Anchors aweigh now
Because...
Railroad to heaven
Wherever you are
Maybe I'm tempted but it ain't..

Credit where credit's due
I'm Harvey Lisberg, I'm the manager of Wax
Credit where credit's due
Lisberg, L-I-S-B-E-R-G
Credit where credit's due
Gettin' it live!
Credit where credit's due
From nine to five
Mad about Madeleine
He said she said
Madeleine
Pictures of Paris
Y'know what I'm saying
Somebody went and put a spell on you
Don't play that song on the radio
Wax is in effect
Wax is in effect
Wack-wack-wack-wack-W-A-X
Credit where credit's due
Credit where credit's due
Credit where credit's due