Letras: Madness. Seven Year Scratch.

Buster, he sold the heat with a rock-steady beat

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey you,
Don't watch that, watch this

Whoa, what?
Two pots of gold

And I'm sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam,
Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam
Sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam,
Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam
Sailing across the sea to see my Uncle Sam
I am sailing across the sea to be with my Uncle Sam,
Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam

Good morning miss
Can I help you son?
Sixteen today and up for fun
I'm a big boy now or so they say so
If you'll serve me I'll be on my way

Box of balloons, with the feather-light touch
Pack of party poppers, that pop in the night
A toothbrush and hairspray, plastic grin
Mrs Clay on the corner has just walked in
Welcome to the house of fun now I've come of age
Welcome to the house of fun
Welcome to the lion's den, temptation's on it's way
Welcome to the house of...

Naughty boys in nasty schools, headmasters breaking all the rules
Having fun and playing fools, smashing up the woodwork tools
All the teachers in the pub, passing 'round the ready-rub
Trying not to think of when the lunch-time bell will ring again
Oh what fun we had but did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school was how to bend not break the rules
Oh what fun we had but at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways to make a difference to the days

Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers

One step beyond

Waiter
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street

Blue train taking me from you

Take time for your pleasure and laugh with love
Take the hand of another and sing for the wings of a dove
Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a dove
Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a...

My girl's mad at me, I didn't wanna see the film tonight
I found it hard to say, she thought I'd had enough of her

I tell you I didn't do it, 'cause I wasn't there
Don't blame me, it just isn't fair
You listen to their side now listen to mine
Can't think of a story, sure you'll find me sometime
Now pass the blame and don't blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three)
Then I'll be gone and you'll forget
The broken window, TV set

Received a letter just the other day
Don't seem they wanna know you no more
They've laid it down given you their score
Within the first two lines it bluntly read
You're not to come and see us no more
Keep away from our door, don't come 'round here no more
What on Earth did you do that for?

My name is Michael Caine
What?
My name is Michael Caine

In the morning I awake
My arms, my legs, my body aches
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day
So begins another weary day

Tomorrow's just another day, just another day, just another day
Tomorrow's just another day

I think we got it there, don't you?
It must get better in the long run, has to get better in the long run

I think we got it there, don't you?

(Thanks to klod for these lyrics)