Art Brut - What a Rush lyrics

I wish I hadn't taken off all my clothes Now I need them, where did they go Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders I can't believe those things we did Especially now I'm sober...ish Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders I'm trying to leave without waking you But I can't leave without my socks Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records our parents owned I can't believe those things I said I blame it on a rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records our parents owned I pulled you down onto my bed I blame it on a ma**ive rush of love to the head Last night this was a great idea But now we're both stuck here Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders Under the covers, both naked I hate to see an opportunity wasted Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders "Should we be doing this? You've got a girlfriend" "I don't know so let's try again" Parents, lock up your daughters His rebellious henchman is giving the orders You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records our parents owned I can't believe those things I said I blame it on a rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records our parents owned I pulled you down onto my bed I blame it on a ma**ive rush of love to the head You were seen kissing There's a scene missing There's a scene missing We were seen kissing There's a scene missing We were seen kissing There's a scene missing We were seen kissing You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records our parents owned I can't believe those things I said I blame it on a rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records that our parents owned I pulled you down onto my bed I blame it on a ma**ive rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records that our parents owned I can't believe those things I said I blame it on a rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records that our parents owned I pulled you down onto my bed I blame it on a ma**ive rush of love to the head You like the Beatles and I like the Stones But those are just records that our parents owned I can't believe those things I said I blame it on a rush of love to the head I should be guilt-ridden I'm just wondering where my clothes are hidden