The Boomtown Rats A Storm Breaks

A storm breaks over our head

We take shelter

We do as we’re told

A storm breaks over our head

We take shelter

Come in from the cold

Life’s OK

If you drink

Oh

Life’s OK

If you dream

Oh

I can hear it

I can feel it

All around the air is freezing

Ice cold

(Ice cold, freezing cold)

Across the sea

Across the sky

Ice and Fire

Ice and Fire

So blow your

Breath into your hands

And wipe the frost

Out of yours

Life’s OK

If you don’t think

Oh

Life’s OK

If you dream

Oh

The Boomtown Rats Someone’s Looking At You

On a night like this

I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice

You come over to my place

Screaming blue murder, needing someplace to hide.

Well, I wish you’d keep quiet,

Imaginations run riot,

In these paper-thin walls.

And when the place comes ablaze with a thousand dropped names

I don’t know who to call.

I got a friend over there in the government block

And he knows the situation and he’s taking stock,

I think I’ll call him up now

Put him on the spot, tonight.

They saw me there in the square when I was shooting my mouth off

About saving some fish.

Now could that be construed as some radical’s views or some liberals’ wish.

And it’s so hot outside,

And the air is so sweet,

And when the pressure drop is heavy I don’t wanna hear you speak.

You know most killing is committed at 90 degrees.

When it’s too hot to breathe

And it’s too hot to think.

There’s always someone looking at you.

S-s-s-s-someone’s looking at you.

They’re always looking at you.

Tonight, they’re looking at you tonight.

And I wish you’d stop whispering.

Don’t flatter yourself, nobody’s listening.

Still it makes me nervous, those things you say.

You may as well

Shout it from the roof

Scream it from your lungs

Spit it from you mouth

Hey if it falls on deaf ears

To indulge all your fears

There’s a spy in the sky

There’s a noise on the wire

There’s a tap on the line

And for every paranoid’s desire…

There’s always someone looking at you.

S-s-s-s-someone looking at you…

They’re always looking at you.

Oh, on a night like this I deserve to get kissed at least once or twice…

The Boomtown Rats I Don’t Like Mondays

The silicon chip inside her head

Gets switched to overload

And nobody’s gonna go to school today

She’s going to make them stay at home

And daddy doesn’t understand it

He always said she was as good as gold

And he can see no reason ’cause there are no reasons

What reason do you need to be shown?

(Tell me why) I don’t like Mondays

(Tell me why) I don’t like Mondays

(Tell me why) I don’t like Mondays

I wanna shoot

The whole day down

The telex machine is kept so clean

And it types to a waiting world

Her mother feels so shocked, father’s world is rocked

And their thoughts turn to their own little girl

Sweet 16 ain’t that peachy keen

No, it ain’t so neat to admit defeat

They can see no reasons ’cause there are no reasons

What reason do you need, oh, ohoho

(Tell me why) I don’t like Mondays

(Tell me why) I don’t like Mondays

(Tell me why) I don’t like Mondays

I wanna shoot

The whole day down, down, down

Shoot it all down

And all the playing’s stopped in the playground now

She wants to play with the toys a while

And school’s out early and soon we be learning

And the lesson today is how to die

And then the bullhorn crackles and the captain tackles

With the problems and the hows and whys

And he can see no reasons ’cause there are no reasons

What reason do you need to die, die, ohoho

And the silicon chip inside her head

Gets switched to overload, oh

And nobody’s gonna go to school today

She’s going to make them stay at home

And daddy doesn’t understand it

He always said she was as good as gold

And he can see no reason ’cause there are no reasons

What reason do you need to be shown?

(Tell me why) I don’t like Mondays

(Tell me why) I don’t like Mondays

(Tell me why) I don’t like, I don’t like

(Tell me why) I don’t like Mondays

Tell me why I don’t like, I don’t like

(Tell me why) I don’t like Mondays

Tell me why I don’t like Mondays

I wanna shoot

The whole day down

(Ooohooohooo, ooohooohooo

Ooohooohooo)

The Boomtown Rats The Elephant’s Graveyard

Did you slip the noose when the beast broke loose

The elephants graveyard ain’t the place to be

And white turns black, dies of heart attack

The elephants graveyard needs the change of scene.

You got the money, but who needs the tension

And fear’s no cheaper on the old age pension

There’s just one thing that I forgot to mention

What’ve you got to lose when you know

You’re guilty ’till proven guilty

Isn’t that the law

Guilty ’till proven guilty

That’s what we saw

Do the blue rinse shuffle with the beach boy muscle

Waiting all your life for this golf cart life

You see the judge and then you check the jury

She does her hair and calls the lawyer curti

It’s Disneyland under martial law

Titch on the TV tell me what you saw

They were guilty ’till proven guilty [etc…]

Justice isn’t blind

It just looks the other way

Not from want of trying

I have nothing left to say

The sky burns bright, 24 hour night

And you don’t pay death duties when your on death duty

You came here looking for the peace and quiet

The healthy air and the healthy diet

The sea’s so calm but the street’s a riot

Taken years off your life when you’ve no years left to give

Yeah you’re

Guilty ’till proven guilty [etc.]

Shame shame shimmy shame.

Shame shame shimmy shame.

The Boomtown Rats Mary Of The 4th Form

Sittin’ in the front row

Mary of the fourth form

Turnin’ all the boys on

She’s turnin’ all their heads around

Hitchin’ up her short skirt

Stretchin’ out her long legs

Pullin’ up her stockings

She’s combing out her black hair

Starin’ at the teacher

Openin’ her lips wide

Shiftin’ in her seat, yeah

She slowly moves her hips aside

But in the middle of the night

She wakes her mom to put out the light

Her makeup’s on and her jeans are skintight

And she’s heading to the Pillar Bar

She walks into the pool hall room

The music’s playing, you can see in the gloom

The boys are hanging out around table number five

Well, Johnnie looks all right tonight, she thinks

He gives her a smoke and he buys her a drink

Shoots off a frame and they head off into the night

Mary

Mary of the fourth form

Mary of the fourth form

Mary of the fourth form

Mary of the fourth form

Teacher’s losing control

Thankfully, the bell rings

Mary’s left all alone

With no one but the teacher

She quickly drops her pencil

And slowly bends to get it

Well, the teacher is a natural man

His hand moves out to touch her

She straightens and looks around, now

She laughs and leaves the room, yeah

Heartbreak for the teacher

And sweet dreams for young Mary

But in the middle of the night

She wakes her dad to put out the light

Her makeup’s on and her jeans are skintight

And she’s headed to the Pillar Bar

She walks into the pool hall room

The music’s playing, you can see in the gloom

The boys are hanging out around table number five

Well, Johnnie looks great tonight, she thinks

He gives her a smoke and he buys her a drink

Shoots off a frame and they head off into the night

Mary of the fourth form

Mary of the fourth form

Mary of the fourth form

Mary of the fourth form

Mary of the fourth form

Mary of the fourth form

Hey, Mary

The Boomtown Rats Beat Of The Night

It was cold that night from across the west and the days had lost their spark

And the yellow lights split the rain so bright and the dogs had lost their bark

What Hitchcock plots were hatched that night behind the shuttered door

When the curtain shook and the head beat down and he quietly was withdrawn

And we moved in the Beat

Beat of the Night,

Beat of the Night

Beat of the Night

So I made my way to the top of the hill and I looked on down the road

And the air stood still in the frost and chill as the hours and the minutes unfold

But the trees they shook and the house creeked as though seized by a violent rage

And the wind bites deep and the wires shriek like a noise from beyond the grave

And they moved in the Beat

Swayed in the Beat

Talk in the Beat

The Beat of the Night

The sound of women crying made me go and investigate,

And I walked past a row of houses ’til I reached #48

Where the huddled neighbors stood about, frightened shocked and scared

And the bleating of an ambulance cut through the thickening air

And with a sickening sense of deja vu I knew what was coming next

I’d been here before, but when or how, I couldn’t quiet connect

And from an open-windowed upstairs flat someone sang along

Yes I knew the words and I knew the tune

They were playing that beautiful song that went Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Yeah yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah)

And we moved in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah)

Rocked in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah)

Talkin’ in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah)

The Beat of the Night (Yeah yeah yeah)

The Beat of the Night (Yeah yeah yeah)

The Beat of the Night (Yeah yeah yeah)

A black man slumped up against the door

And a Brown man lay face down on the floor

And a white woman sobbed on the second stair

And all the blood was red

And then they moved in the Beat

Rockin’ in the Beat

Talkin’ in the Beat

The Beat of the Night [x4]

Yes the tears of rage and the tears of anger flowed to the river bank

And at the local disco dancehall they were cranking up the skank

And the pulse of the noise went through the night into the washed-up back of my feet

And I smelled the fear and I tasted blood and the soundtrack was the Beat

As we moved in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah)

Rockin’ in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah)

Murder in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah)

The Beat of the Night (Yeah yeah yeah) [repeat til end]

The Boomtown Rats Blind Date

On blind dates

You meet in corners,

You take a jump into the unknown

They’re classified, they’re top secret,

An antidote to being on your own.

You’re standing waiting,

You’re hesitating,

You’re thinking maybe…well

I don’t know

Your nerve is breaking,

You’ve started praying

But still you’re staying…

And you don’t know for what

But I still say

Been alone’s so wrong

Been alone’s so wrong

I’ve been alone too long.

A blind date’s

A blinkered meeting

A rendezvous with some person unknown,

A secret tryst, a shady dealing,

A gamblers chance when love’s dice are thrown.

But you’ve checked the classifieds in all the papers,

And you filled in all your forms and tried computadata

See ya later

What a waste of a

Blind date…

The Boomtown Rats The Normal People

She keeps her lover on ice,

She keeps a fire in the grate,

He’s got a movement in his cellar,

He’s a danger to the state.

Watch out for the normal people

There’s more of us than there’s of you.

Well you’re a really lucky bugger,

That you haven’t been discovered

Ain’t that true.

She has a genuine fridge, (ooh ooh ooh)

He has a night on the town (ooh ooh ooh)

Their receptions too good (ooh ooh ooh)

They’ve got 2 up and 2 down

Watch out [etc.]

Normal can and normal will, (uncle Jack)

When normal Jack meets normal Jill (auntie Jill)

A normal wedding on a normal pill (take their pills)

They bought a normal house on your

Average, scenic, normal hill,

They live there still…

He’s got a family connection,

She’s got an uncle in steel,

He gets depressed in the evening

She thinks she knows how he feels.

The Boomtown Rats Mood Mambo

Somewhere up town late last night around 9 o’clock

There was a black snake crawling up the

Latin American stairs

With his

Slicked

Black

Cockroachair

He was greasy lightning

He was looking for someone else

He said “I know you, you know me, heyheylezzosee…..

I’m in the Mood to Mambo…”

Yeah Bongo Crazy man.

Someone else pulled out a gun and said

“It’s a little too late for that sort of thing…

If you think that you’re the white/black snake don’t go messing with me…

I’m not in the mood”

Somebody else pulled,

I said “Don’t be rude….just say Bongo Crazy man”

Yah…been there

Done that

given every tit-for-tat

I’m for me

You’re for you

Let’s keep it that way

Okay??

Meanwhile

Later on underneath the river

Some frogman slipped

On his black beret

Over his skin

Tight rubbersuit.

Black boots

Looking for a place to go

An dive

Heading for the nearest divers skive

Looking for love

On the cheap rate

Go!

Gonna make it down

with you wan

D’ja see?

He said

“Crazy bongo

I’m in the Mood to Mambo”

Meanwhile

We can watch the come

Dancing competitions

From the Midlands International Danceband Orchestra.

Lifting up their frilly chiffon skirts

They whirled and they twirled

In the late night rustle

To the beat of the muscle

Of the drum man

Inanin

he’s picking up the beat on the bongo skin

He was lookin for love underneath that din.

He was looking for me

He was looking for you

Till I walked up to the woman

And I said

(with a shoe)

I’m in the mooooood tooooooo mambo

Bongo Crazy

Sssshhhh….

Let me into one of the secrets of this place

Y’see thelate night

Flick knives

glitter through the window

Careful where you go boy

Those knives are

Flick

Flack

Flagging through the dark, man

They’re gonna cut

your

skin

I talked to Fr. Murphy and he swore he wouldn’t tell

But some of those boys are gonna go to hell

See they’re in the Mood to Mambo

Crazy Bongo

cha cha cha

The fog horns scream

And the boys go “Woo Woo”

I don’t mind

Cos I’m with you

We go bongo crazy

Yes we do

No we don’t

Bongo crazy!!!

The Boomtown Rats A Hold Of Me

One two three four

So what’s the story? So what’s the score?

What did we do? What are we guilty of?

When they shoot you down

Bring you to your knees

Until you hit the ground

And kick you in the teeth

And I dreamed I was standing, on my own,

Staring out, into the twilight zone,

And I dreamed of icebergs,

And I dreamed of heat,

And my face was melting, and the SLE

So what’s the story? So what’s the score?

What did we do? What are we guilty of?

When they shoot you down

Bring you to your knees

Until you hit the ground

And kick you in the teeth

Then I was kneeling, on a stone,

And I heard you scream, into the telephone

Then I felt the hunger, so I think of meat

And if it wasn’t you, it must have been me

And I don’t like them, any more,

The things they do, the things they stand for,

Shoot you down, bring you to your knees

Then you hit the ground

Kick you in the teeth

But no they’ll never, never,

Never, never, never,

Get a hold of my heart,

No they’ll never, never,

Never, never, never,

Get a hold of me.

Hold of me, hold of me, hold of me.

And the rain was falling, all around my head,

And I blinked my eyes, so I wasn’t dead.

And my ears was ringing, and my tongue slipped out,

And I licked my lips until my teeth fell out.

And I saw you running, and you made the line,

Then it was night, but it was still too bright,

Then it turned to dawn, and it was still too dark,

And the streets were empty, and it was time to start

And I’m for thinking, between the ears,

For mental process, for cogs and gears,

Yes I’m for flesh, and I’m for mind,

Oh I’m for people, and I’m for life!

So what’s the story? So what’s the score?

So what did we do? So what are we guilty of?

When they shoot you down

Bring you to your knees

Oh when you hit the ground

They kick you in the teeth

But no they’ll never, never,

Never, never, never,

Get a hold of my heart,

No they’ll never, never,

Never, never, never,

Get a hold of me.

Hold of me, hold of me, hold of me.