Look what I found!
Oh, finally! I managed to track down the lyrics to this song! It's been bugging the hell out of me for, like, years.
I edited the lines a bit so that I have an easier time reading them in time to the song.
I love the craziness of this song . . . it gives you a sense of the hectic pace life can reach, until you find yourself throwing your hands in the air and needing to just get out of your city or your life or whatever it is that's driving you so nuts.
It also reminds me a little bit of The Bare Naked Ladies' "One Week" . . . there's the same kind of stream-of-consciousness feeling to the lyrics.
Get Out Of London
Intaferon
Hold tight
Monday morning wake up yawning
Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning
Ringer on the bell says it's half past eight
Keys on the TV, hey I'm gonna be late
I'm walking on the pavement skipping all the lines
so the bears don't eat me send me to the saltmines
Get on the bus but the bus don't stop! My feet are sitting downstairs my head's on the top
I can't see out the window 'cause there ain't no sun
I think somebodys tellin me to G-G-G-G-Get out of London
My feets keep movin' and I don't wear any socks
Can't stop singing, head ting-a-lingin'
Left my house, now I hang out in a phonebox
Making coffins out of bits of old wood,
Sell 'em cheap to the council though I know it's not good to be a traitor,
collaborator-- still I'd rather be a snitch than a cocktail waiter
I commit my crime now pay my penalty later
Okay allright I know I'm doin' wrong but save it till tomorrow, got to G-G-G-G-G-Get out of london
Last night I lost my purity it started with a kiss, I settled in to revel in a night of bedded bliss
I had a bee in my bonnet, a tiger in my tank
I was on my maiden voyage but my liner just sank
They call me jack of hearts, some would say a knave
My mother was the queen of tarts my baby was a sex slave
Pa's selling weapons to the Red Army Faction
I burn myself in public just to get a reaction
Tattoo my face so my race is run
My car is on fire got to G-G-G-G-G-Get out of London
Don't wear a suit don't wear a smile,
Don't wear my spikes out on the golden mile
Keep my hand on my gun, keep my eye on my mines
Keep my heart on the beat when I'm running through the front lines
Chain gang chasin' me but I'm quick as a fox
An' I rock my body to the sound of the box
The louder you scream the faster we go
It's an ack ack battery a boom-boom-boom
Helter skelter flattery coming down soon
Pay packet, jug drug, babies buying fun,
Purdie's on speed I got to G-G-G-G-Get out of London
Run don't walk-- keep as straight as a crow while I'm waiting for my treasure at the Admiral Benbow,
Blues in my pockets, Reds in my bed, the weights are building bodies and the blacks are pumping lead
A face in a photo, the beauty is bare
Tears on her cheek
She's living in a nightmare
Turn the page to a brand new leaf,
Resolute swagger loot time to be a thief,
Go to task wear a mask four ponies a ton,
Keep out of Sing Sing got to G-G-G-G-G-Get out of London
Everybody in the land turn into a sugartooth beg like a puppy dog,
Brains like a hedgehog
Gimme Ten P and I'll tell you the truth, sell you a wonder drug, elixir of youth
Threw a party for my friends so they wouldn't be lonely
They wouldn't let me in said it's membership only
Aw don't worry bout me
'Cause I'm doin' fine, I'm standin' on my head and sittin' on a gold mine
Keep taking the nitro three times a day,
Keep out of the cross fire and G-G-G-G-G-Get out of London.
I edited the lines a bit so that I have an easier time reading them in time to the song.
I love the craziness of this song . . . it gives you a sense of the hectic pace life can reach, until you find yourself throwing your hands in the air and needing to just get out of your city or your life or whatever it is that's driving you so nuts.
It also reminds me a little bit of The Bare Naked Ladies' "One Week" . . . there's the same kind of stream-of-consciousness feeling to the lyrics.
Get Out Of London
Intaferon
Hold tight
Monday morning wake up yawning
Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning
Ringer on the bell says it's half past eight
Keys on the TV, hey I'm gonna be late
I'm walking on the pavement skipping all the lines
so the bears don't eat me send me to the saltmines
Get on the bus but the bus don't stop! My feet are sitting downstairs my head's on the top
I can't see out the window 'cause there ain't no sun
I think somebodys tellin me to G-G-G-G-Get out of London
My feets keep movin' and I don't wear any socks
Can't stop singing, head ting-a-lingin'
Left my house, now I hang out in a phonebox
Making coffins out of bits of old wood,
Sell 'em cheap to the council though I know it's not good to be a traitor,
collaborator-- still I'd rather be a snitch than a cocktail waiter
I commit my crime now pay my penalty later
Okay allright I know I'm doin' wrong but save it till tomorrow, got to G-G-G-G-G-Get out of london
Last night I lost my purity it started with a kiss, I settled in to revel in a night of bedded bliss
I had a bee in my bonnet, a tiger in my tank
I was on my maiden voyage but my liner just sank
They call me jack of hearts, some would say a knave
My mother was the queen of tarts my baby was a sex slave
Pa's selling weapons to the Red Army Faction
I burn myself in public just to get a reaction
Tattoo my face so my race is run
My car is on fire got to G-G-G-G-G-Get out of London
Don't wear a suit don't wear a smile,
Don't wear my spikes out on the golden mile
Keep my hand on my gun, keep my eye on my mines
Keep my heart on the beat when I'm running through the front lines
Chain gang chasin' me but I'm quick as a fox
An' I rock my body to the sound of the box
The louder you scream the faster we go
It's an ack ack battery a boom-boom-boom
Helter skelter flattery coming down soon
Pay packet, jug drug, babies buying fun,
Purdie's on speed I got to G-G-G-G-Get out of London
Run don't walk-- keep as straight as a crow while I'm waiting for my treasure at the Admiral Benbow,
Blues in my pockets, Reds in my bed, the weights are building bodies and the blacks are pumping lead
A face in a photo, the beauty is bare
Tears on her cheek
She's living in a nightmare
Turn the page to a brand new leaf,
Resolute swagger loot time to be a thief,
Go to task wear a mask four ponies a ton,
Keep out of Sing Sing got to G-G-G-G-G-Get out of London
Everybody in the land turn into a sugartooth beg like a puppy dog,
Brains like a hedgehog
Gimme Ten P and I'll tell you the truth, sell you a wonder drug, elixir of youth
Threw a party for my friends so they wouldn't be lonely
They wouldn't let me in said it's membership only
Aw don't worry bout me
'Cause I'm doin' fine, I'm standin' on my head and sittin' on a gold mine
Keep taking the nitro three times a day,
Keep out of the cross fire and G-G-G-G-G-Get out of London.