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Pop Sensibility
The words get stuck in your head and it's said that you're dead if you don't sing along to the song and I'm not wrong, as you'll see before long. The tunes go worming their way through your brain where they stay for a day and come out through your mouth if you set it in a pout and and you whistle it out. (Whistle it out). I've got pop sensibility. I've got pop sensibility. I've got pop sensibility, I've got no integrity, my bank is in love with me. (Yeah?). The tune sets tapping your fingers and toes and you sing as you go on your way - heaven knows what the people would say if they looked your way. The beat goes on and it might go to show that you're right when you say that nobody knows why it takes no time to remember this line. (Remember this line). I've got pop sensibility... What a little bugger. That was the middle of the song: we go on to the verse and it's short (you could say that it's terse) - if you like 'em like that, then you'll come right back. (I just can't stand it). Here is the end of the thing, now my friend wants to say just a word in your ear: "Listen 'Ere" (says Gary Holton, before he died) for a sec: I'll be back with a hook in your brain. (Hook in your... I'm sure you're getting the hang of the thing by now so we don't have go into uneccessary repetition) (that's not part of the song. merely editorial comment).I've got pop sensibility... and he goes off to deposit the vast sums of cash he has accrued (hah!).
I'm Not In Love With You
You've been telling all your friends that I'm in love with you. Let me take this chance to say you couldn't be further from the truth. I'm not in love with you - I don't even know your name. I'm not in love with you. I wish I'd never met you. If you hear this song, don't think I wrote this doggerel for you. When you hear it's pedigree, your temper will flare - grabbit runne and sue. I'm not in love with you. He grabs it, runnes and sues off.
Greenfinger
Was gonna prove my good intentions to the girl of my dreaming
By buying her a ring as the result of all her scheming
And now I’ve been demoted, I’m a real second stringer
Cos now my baby my baby’s got a green finger
Oh, it seemed to be a bargain though I couldn’t say for certain
He told me it was silver now it looks as though it’s curtains
See I thought it was de beers but it appears it was a ringer
Cos now my baby, my baby’s got a green finger
She’s got a green finger
She’s got a green finger it’s a discoloured digit
And I guess I’ve been stiched up by a street-trading midget
Well he must have seen me coming cos he sure didn’t linger
And now my baby, my baby’s got a green finger
She’s got a green finger
She threw the ring back at me with a frown upon her forehead
Intimated I could keep it as she found it rather horrid
Then she led off with her left, it was a real humdinger
Cos now my baby, my baby’s got a green finger
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