I am just a new boyA stranger in this townWhere are all the good timesWho's gonna show this stranger around? Ooooooooh I need a dirty womanOoooooooh I need a dirty girl Will some cold woman in this desert landMake me feel like a real manTake this rock and roll refugeeOooh Babe set me free Ooooooooh I need a dirty womanOoooooooh I need a dirty girl. Ooooooooh I need a dirty womanOoooooooh I need a dirty girl. (Spoken) (Phone rings..Clink of receiver being lifted)Hello..?Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.Will you accept the charges from United States?(clunk! of phone being put down)Oh, He hung up! That's your residence, right? I wonder why he hung up? Is there supposed to be someone else there besides your wife there to answer?(Phone rings again...clunk of receiver being picked up)Hello?This is United States calling, are we reaching...(interrupted by phone being put down)See, he keeps hanging up, and it's a man answering.(whirr of connection being closed)((#Notes|1))

Fuck all that, we've got to get on with these(Fuck all that, fuck all that)Gotta compete with the wily Japanese There's too many home fires burning and not enough trees(Fuck all that)So fuck all that, we've got to get on with these(Gotta get on with these) Can't stop, lose jobMind gone, siliconWhat bomb, get awayPay day, make hayBreak down, need fixBig six, click clickHold on, oh noBrrrrrrrrrring bingo!(Bingo!) Make 'em laugh, make 'em cryMake 'em dance in the aislesMake 'em pay, make 'em stayMake 'em feel OK Not now John, we've got to get on with the film show(Gotta get on, gotta get on)Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow(End of the rainbow)Who cares what it's about as long as the kids go?(As long as the kids go)So not now John, we've got to get on with the show(Gotta get on, gotta get on) (Gotta get on, gotta get on, gotta get on) Hang on John, I've got to get on with this(Gotta get on, gotta get on)Don't know what it is but it fits on here like... ssssssssssssssCome at the end of the shift, we'll go and get pissedNot now John, I've got to get on with this(Gotta get on with this, gotta get on) Hold on John, I think there's something good onI used to read books but......Could be the news or some other abuseOr it could be reusable shows Fuck all that we've got to get on with theseGot to compete with the wily Japanese(Gotta get on, gotta get on)No need to worry about the VietnameseGot to bring the Russian Bear to his knees(Gotta get on, gotta get on)Well, maybe not the Russian Bear, maybe the SwedesWe showed Argentina, now let's go and show these(Gotta get on, gotta get on)Make us feel tough and wouldn't Maggie be pleased?Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah!Whoo!One two, free four! (Not now John, we gotta get on)S'cusi dove il bar"What?"(Gotta get on)Se para collo pou eine toe bar(Not now John, we gotta get on)S'il vous plait ou est le bar(Gotta get on, gotta get on)Say it in English!Oi, where's the fucking bar John?Oh, now you're talking!(Not now John, we gotta get on)Whoo!Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day(Gotta get on, gotta get on)Down!(Not now John, we gotta get on)Go, Maggie!(Gotta get on, gotta get on)Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now!(Not now John, we gotta get on)

In my rear view mirror the sun is going downSinking behind bridges in the roadI think of all the good things that we have left undoneAnd I suffer premonitionsConfirm suspicionsOf the holocaust to come The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger inGives way and suddenly it's day againThe sun is in the east even though the day is doneTwo suns in the sunsetCould be the human race is run Like the moment when the brakes lockAnd you slide towards the big truck ("Oh no!")You stretch the frozen moments with your fearAnd you'll never hear their voices ("Daddy, Daddy!")And you'll never see their facesYou have no recourse to the law anymore And as the windshield melts and my tears evaporateLeaving only charcoal to defendFinally I understand the feelings of the fewAshes and diamondsFoe and friendWe were all equal in the end ...and now the weather. Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers spreading from the east ... with an expected high of 4000 degrees Celsius..."

(Spoken) Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?(Film in background: I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!)This place is bigger than our apartment!(Film: Let me know when you're entering a roomYes sir!)Um, Can I get a drink of water?(Film: I was wondering about ...)You want some, huh?(Film: Yes)Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take bath?(Film: I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main ...)What are you watching?(Film: If you'll just let me know as soon as you can ... Mrs Bancroft... Mrs Bancroft ...)Hello?(Film: I don't understand ...)Are you feeling okay?((#Notes|1)) Day after day, love turns greyLike the skin of a dying manAnd night after night, we pretend it's all right((#Notes|2))But I have grown older andYou have grown colder andNothing is very much fun anymore. And I can feel one of my turns coming on.I feel, cold as a razor bladeTight as a tourniquetDry as a funeral drum, Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the leftYou'll find my favourite axeDon't look so frightenedThis is just a passing phaseOne of my bad days((#Notes|3))Would you like to watch T.V.?Or get between the sheets?Or contemplate the silent freeway?Would you like something to eat?Would you like to learn to fly? Would you?((#Notes|4))Would you like to see me try? Ooh no((#Notes|5)) Would you like to call the cops?Do you think it's time I stopped?Why are you running away?

Ooooh BabeDon't leave me now.Don't say it's the end of the roadRemember the flowers I sentI need you BabeTo put through the shredderIn front of my friendsOoooh BabeDon't leave me now How could you go?When you know how I need you.((#Notes|1))To beat to a pulp on a Saturday nightOoooh BabeDon't leave me now How can you treat me this wayRunning awayOoooh Babe((#Notes|2))Why are you running away? Ooooooh babeOoooooh babeOoooooh babe (Spoken) (Sound of many TV's coming on, all on different channels)The Bulls are already out there...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!This Roman Meal bakery thought you'd like to know.((#Notes|3))

I don't need no arms around meAnd I don't need no drugs to calm me((#Notes|1))I have seen the writing on the wallDon't think I need anything at allNo don't think I'll need anything at all All in All it was all just bricks in the wallAll in All you were all just bricks in the wall

Goodbye cruel worldI'm leaving you todayGoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbye Goodbye all you peopleThere's nothing you can sayTo make me changeMy mindGoodbye.

If you didn't care what happened to me,And I didn't care for you,We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain,Occasionally glancing up through the rain,Wondering which of the buggers to blameAnd watching for pigs on the wing.

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking. And after a while, you can work on points for style.Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,So that when they turn their backs on you,You'll get the chance to put the knife in. You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.You know it's going to get harder, and harder and harder as you get older.And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,Hide your head in the sand,Just another sad old man,All alone and dying of cancer. And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around.So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone, [1]Dragged down by the stone. [2] I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my own way out of this maze? Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretendingThat everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend.And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner.And everything's done under the sun,And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer. Who was born in a house full of pain.Who was trained not to spit in the fan.Who was told what to do by the man.Who was broken by trained personnel.Who was fitted with collar and chain.Who was given a pat on the back. [3]Who was breaking away from the pack.Who was only a stranger at home.Who was ground down in the end.Who was found dead on the phone.Who was dragged down by the stone.Who was dragged down by the stone [4]

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.And when your hand is on your heartYou're nearly a good laugh,Almost a joker,With your head down in the pig bin,Saying, "Keep on digging."Pig stain on your fat chin.What do you hope to find?Down in the pig mine. 1You're nearly a laugh,You're nearly a laugh,But you're really a cry. Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.You radiate cold shafts of broken glassYou're nearly a good laugh,Almost worth a quick grinYou like the feel of steel,You're hot stuff with a hat pin,And good fun with a hand gun.You're nearly a laugh,You're nearly a laughBut you're really a cry. Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha charade you are.You house proud town mouse, ha ha charade you are.You're trying to keep our feelings off the streetYou're nearly a real treat,All tight lips and cold feet,And do you feel abused?.....! ......! ......! ......!You gotta stem the evil tide,And keep it all on the inside,Mary you're nearly a treat,Mary you're nearly a treatBut you're really a cry.