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Some lyrics

Bill was always quite guarded with his lyrics and explanations of songs, preferring to keep things abstract and let the words live within the song rather than spell things out.

Only the sleeves of 'I Can Speak American' and the booklet for 'Totally Religious' contained song lyrics. An article in Smash Hits reprinted the words to 'Flintstone'. Otherwise what he wrote and actually sang - which often mutated during live sets, thanks to his stream-of-consciousness delivery - is left to the listener to decipher.

Of his lyrics he said this in the NME in 1984;
"What interests me lyrically is the surreal approach," says Bill. "I like the idea of creatin' your own world in a song. That's why a record works; it's got its own reality. You can pick any classic single, and asking what it's about don't mean fuck, y'know? It's got its own presence".

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Good and Gone EP

Someone To Talk To

Well it came out of nowhere

Just like lightning

Just like lightning hit the plane

It came out of nowhere

Just to say, Just to say

Just to say, I’m back again

I’m back again

 

Well if I die in the combat zone

Box me up and ship me home

And if I die on the Russian Front

Bury me with some Russian cunt

And if I die in a diving plane

Scatter my dust to the wind and rain

 

Cos I need

Someone to talk to

 

Well cover your hands

All over your eyes

Cos’ it came out of nowhere

Just to say, just to say

Just to say surprise

Surprise, buddy, surprise


Well if I die in the combat zone

Box me up and ship me home

And if I die on the Russian Front

Bury me with some Russian cunt

And if I die in a diving plane

Scatter my dust to the wind and rain

 

Cos I need

Someone to talk to

 

Well it came out of nowhere

Just like Gods in the flame

Like lightning hit the plane

Just like that

That’s how it came

It’s gonna to come again

It’s gonna to come again

I know it is, I know it’s going to come again

I know it is, I know it is

I know it is, I know it is

And I don’t want it to

I don’t want it to come again

 

Well if I die in the combat zone

Box me up and ship me home

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Bikini Red album

I Wanna Be A Flintstone

I wander around in the twilight zone

A little baby Flintstone all on my own

I wander around in the twilight zone

A little baby Flintstone all on my own

 

Betty and Barney are the folks next door

I'm crawling around all over the floor

(Yabba dabba doo time Yabba dabba doo time)

 

I wander around in the twilight zone

A little baby Flintstone on my own

I wander around in the twilight zone

A little baby Flintstone on my own

 

I live in a house with a bedrock door

I crawl around all over the floor

(Yabba dabba doo time Yabba dabba doo time)

 

I wander around in the twilight zone

A little baby Flintstone all on my own

I wander around in the twilight zone

Baby Flintstone all on my own

 

Dino is my dinosaur

His tail's in the kitchen

And his head's out the door

(Yabba dabba doo time Yabba dabba doo time)

 

Dino Dino (Yabba dabba doo time)

Have you seen Wilma (Yabba dabba doo time)

(Little baby Flintstone)

What did you say Wilma

(I wanna be a Flintstone) Wilma

(Yabba dabba doo time) Wilma

(Little baby Flintstone) Wilma

(Yabba dabba doo time Yabba dabba doo time)

(Yabba dabba doo time) Wilma Wilma

(Yabba dabba doo time Yabba dabba doo time)

(Yabba dabba doo time)

 

Hold it hold it hold it hold it

Hold it hold it hold it

 

Oh boy

I Can Speak American

East is east, west is west

I don't know which I like the best

Gonna take my partner by the hand

Take her to the promised land

And all the people I know has said

Big rubba Dubba gonna come today

 

Do you like drugs?

Do you like killin'?

Do you like listenin' to "Boogie Chillun?"

Gonna fly this plane over the sea

Light it up like a christmas tree

And all the people I know has said

Big rubba Dubba gonna come today

 

I can speak American

I can speak American

Just like Charlie Chan

And Lois Lane and Superman

I'm a roadrunner, baby

You know what I am

I can speak American

Just like Lois Lane

And Charlie Chan and Superman

 

I don't like Jerry but I do like Tom

And what they did to Tom was wrong

I don't the police but I do like Kong

What they did to Kong was wrong

It was wrong

What they did to Kong, it was wrong

It was a big wrong – a big W!

Can you wear a suit on Mars?

 

Yes you can, if you wear it well

I got a suit and I wear it well

"No, dummy, a space suit! It's a space suit, dummy!

Ya see the DOME? Ya see the CHROME DOME?

It's a space suit, with a big W on the front!

 

I can speak American

I can speak American

Just like Charlie Chan

And Lois Lane and Superman

I'm a roadrunner, baby

You know what I am

I can speak American

Just like Lois Lane

And Charlie Chan and Superman

 

Listen

Listen to me

A tisket, a tasket

A green and yellow basket

I wrote a letter to my love

And on the way I lost it

O solo mio

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Totally Religious album

Four Engines Burning (Over The USA)

I woke up this morning

Bent on destruction

In my ivory tower

On the sunny side of the street

I'm the last jet pilot

With twenty twenty vision

And mind bending power

On a mission from God

 

I am the destroyer

Are you gonna make my day

I got four engines burning over the USA

 

I'm a silver dollar

Defender of the universe

Totally religious

An invincible overlord

I'm a walking nightmare

I'm a chain reaction

I'm a wounded animal

I'm a young girl's dream

 

CHORUS

 

Is it a bird

Is it a plane

No it's the witchfinder general

So come on down

He's got four engines burning

Over your town

 

In the 21st Century

There's a total stranger

He's a repo man

Got the ten commandments

 

CHORUS

 

CHORUS

 

Mega City 1

Walk on glass, from dusk til dawn

Looking for citizens breaking the law

I'm the night controller I never sleep

I'm on the graveyard shift and I'm looking for creeps

 

I am the law there's no remission

You wanna watch TV you need my permission

Don't step off the sidewalk til I say go

Don't answer me back don't give me no lip

You'll get a heat seeking missile

Straight from the hip

 

I get justice done in Mega City One

I'm the judge top gun

You got nowhere to hide, nowhere to run

Cos I am the law

In Mega City One

 

The way I like it is the way it is

You'll get yours and he'll get his

There's no such thing as an innocent man

I can bring you in alive or dead

With a demolition detonator

Straight to the head

 

I get justice done in Mega City One

I'm the judge top gun having fun

There's no escape if you're a law breaker

There's no surrender if you're an offender

You got nowhere to hide, nowhere to run

Cos I am the law

In Mega City One

 

I get six kind of bullets and you'll get one

I am the law you psycho scum

 

Wall Of Shame

A wise man said it's strange but true

Every little thing that you do

Will forever remain with you

But I don't have to worry any more

 

I used to be the wind in the holocaust

Blowing through the dust of the souls that were lost

The betrayer of all trust

The holder of a fatal charm

 

I don't want my name on the wall of shame

On the wall of shame

I don't want my name on the wall of shame

 

I used to be the killer on the lost highway

I used to be the darkness before the day

But I'd sooner have a hole in my head

Than to be what I want to be

 

CHORUS

 

Nitro

(Lawrence - the nitro!)

 

Nitro baby satellite, nitro baby satellite

Nitro baby satellite, nitro baby burning bright

Burning up the stratosphere

Like a Mowtown missile

Burn it up, burn it up, burn it up

I swear to God

I love the smell of nitro in the morning

Tie her down, start it up and don't look back

 

Nitro baby satellite, nitro baby satellite

Nitro baby nitro dream

Streetwise drag queen

She's shaking, and licensed to thrill

Like a Mowtown missile

Burn it up, burn it up

I love the smell of nitro in the morning

Tie her down, start her up

Tie her down, start her up and don't look back

 

Nitro baby satellite

Shining in the pale moonlight

She's gun metal blue

She's a Mowtown missile

Meltdown missile

Burn it up, burn it up

I swear to God

I love the smell of nitro in the morning

Tie her down, start her up

Tie her down, start her up and die

I swear to God, I swear to God, I swear to God

Yes officer I've got a complaint, see that car over there

She's black and evil with chrome all down the outside

 

I swear to God, I swear to God

Sometimes she's alive

Nitro baby satellite

Nitro baby satellite

Nitro baby satellite

 

Big Big Sky

Underneath the big big sky

Me and my baby big wide eyes

Solarcaine and key lime pie

Feels good inside, feels good inside

 

Little children by my side

They looking up big wide eyes

Little children 1-2-3

What'll they be, what'll they be

All I do is live and die

Underneath the big big sky

I live and die, and I don't know why

 

Sister you'd better be afraid

(Planets and oceans)

Time is winding up

(Perpetual motions)

Brother you'd better be afraid

(Waiting for time to pass by)

Time is winding up

Mother you'd better be afraid

(Across all the nations)

Time is winding up

(Radio stations)

Father you'd better be afraid

(Under the big big sky)

Time is winding up

 

In sixty five we took a honeymoon

Three mile island twenty dollar room

Making babies boom boom boom

Feels good inside, feels good inside

You and the devil and the deep blue me

Kids upstairs watching TV

Look out the window and what do we see

It's Maryland just like God planned

All we do is live and die

Underneath the big big sky

Live and die and we don't know why

 

CHORUS

 

Twenty years later we're old and grey

Sitting on the deckchair looking at the bay

You look at me and look in my eyes

And we get ready to say goodbye

All we do is live and die

Underneath the big big sky

I live and die and I don't know why

 

CHORUS

 

Time, time is winding up

Underneath the big big sky

Time is winding up

I live and die and I don't know why

Underneath the big big sky

Watusi Wedding

The bride turned 'round and said I don't wanna die

G-man said you need an alibi

Like the silver surfer in the neon sky

So hang ten baby til your mouth goes dry

 

Welcome to the wedding

(Watusi wedding)

It's a different kind of wedding

(Watusi wedding)

You don't need a preacher

(Watusi wedding)

All you have to do is reach her

(Watusi wedding)

 

All he ever wanted was a dream come true

Back to the future to the place he never knew

Twenty-eight channels and a satellite dish

So they both closed their eyes, then they made a wish

 

CHORUS

 

Love is a sin, love is a sin

You don't know the shape I'm in

Everybody's happy when the baby cries

Wedding bells, wedding bells, wedding bells

It's the only way to lie

 

CHORUS

 

You just gotta reach her

You just gotta reach her like

Watusi, Watusi, Watusi

Do you take this man to be your lawful wedded wife?

 

Here Comes Lucky

Moonbeams shining on the river

Stardust is falling like the rain

Sometimes I look around and remember

Things will never be the same again

 

A long time ago in the desert sand

A baby was born in a foreign land

And three wise men came into town

And said how the baby should wear a crown

 

Here comes Lucky

 

He gave life with his magic hands

He gave reason to people who don't understand

He gave logic to people with no minds

He gave eyesight to the blind

 

Here comes Lucky

 

Tomorrow's children in the promised land

They hold the future in the palm of their hands

And a thousand dollars will buy you a vow

Happy ever after in the here and now

 

Here comes Lucky

 

Jesus used to walk on the desert sand

And now it looks like Disneyland

 

Here comes Lucky

 

Gunfight

Well the vigilante

And the moonshine runner

You got redneck justice

And a railroad track

And a little old lady

In a AAR Cuda

Saw the riccochet

Go riding by

 

Gunfight

Gunfight

Gunfight

Gunfight at the OK Corral

 

Well the local cops

Made the scene of the crime

When the shooting stopped

They were just in time

And they talked to the witness

From the liquor store

About all the criminals

Who broke the law

 

Gunfight

Gunfight

Gunfight

Gunfight at the Psycho Tropical

 

At the High Chaparral

So the man in the moon

Takes a look into town

And the shooting stars

Are lying on the ground

And all the bad guys

Are lying on the floor

And they weren't bad guys

Anymore

 

Gunfight

Gunfight

Gunfight

Gunfight at the OK Corral

At the Psycho Tropical

At the High Chaparral

 

Martian

Dolphins, porpoise, Eskimo

Big Jack Daniels and Tokyo Joe

Fishes in the sea swimming low, swimming low

And I'm running down the alley in the afterglow

 

It's a lonely nation but I don't know why

It's a lonely nation but I don't know why

Will the real Martians please stand up

 

Talking dreams and vertigo

Watching TV in a mobile home

Searching through the wreckage trying to find a phone

I've got twenty-one days to pay off my loan

 

CHORUS

 

Swim ,swim, swim like the birds

 

They were the ideal woman and the perfect man

You should have seen the look on their face

When the bartender said what'll it be

They looked real lost like monkeys in space

 

CHORUS

 

Dolphins, porpoise, Eskimo

Big Jack Daniels and Tokyo Joe

Fishes in the sea swimming low, swimming low

And I'm running through the alley in the afterglow

 

CHORUS

 

All Gassed Up

I walked into town in the cocktail hour

It's 3am and it's all shut down

Looking to get myself a drink

It don't go down in this dumb town

 

I'm all gassed up, I'm all gassed up, I'm all gassed up

I'm all gassed up I got no place to go

 

B girls walking all over town

The place looks like a twister touched down

They can walk on water all night long

They take any kind of money

 

CHORUS

 

I took a little drive down the Miracle Mile

Cop looked at me with the cutest smile

Said get on the floor, pancake style

I'm gonna take you downtown to cool off for a while

 

CHORUS

 

I'm gonna be here for the rest of my life

I'm gonna be here for the rest of my life

I'm gonna be here for the rest of my life

 

CHORUS

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