Future Of The Left - Donny Of The Decks lyrics

Hey you, with your face on the night club flyer And the font that distorts your name There's a man at a local phone box Called Wayne He claims that he gave you your first turntable And a hat you could wear indoors He has tapes of you singing loudly To Sparks In 1987 / He was good with his hands He had pharaoh's hair / And he was good with his hands In a tie-dye frenzy / He was good with his hands And now he's sleeping in your bathroom / Cause he's good with his hands I said in 1987 / He was good with his hands He had pharaoh's hair / And he was good with his hands In a tie-dye frenzy / He was good with his hands And now he's sleeping in your bathroom / Cause he's good with his... Hey you, with your eye on the dressing room entrance And your feet on the crate of Skol There's a girl on the night club terrace, called Clare She's there to confront you with DNA evidence Cause the last time you were here You retired to her place of residence Oh dear! Cause in 1987 / He was good with his hands He had pharaoh's hair / And he was good with his hands In a tie-dye frenzy / He was good with his hands And now he's sleeping in your bathroom / Cause he's good with his hands I said in 1987 / He was good with his hands He had pharaoh's hair / And he was good with his hands In a tie-dye frenzy / He was good with his hands And now he's sleeping in your bathroom / Cause he's good with his... [2x] So much for getting old the stink of s** is undeniable So much for slowing down the stink of s** is undeniable So much for dungarees the stink of s** is undeniable So much for Tony Blair the stink of s** is undeniable