[00:00.00] 作词 : Bob Kildea/Christopher Thomas Geddes/Mick Cooke/Richard William Colburn/Sarah Ann Martin/Stephen Thomas Jackson/Stuart Lee Murdoch
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Bob Kildea/Christopher Thomas Geddes/Mick Cooke/Richard William Colburn/Sarah Ann Martin/Stephen Thomas Jackson/Stuart Lee Murdoch
[00:08.38]Saw a suit in Daddy's wardrobe, I took a swipe
[00:10.72]Lapels, size of islands, gangster white line pinstripe
[00:13.19]Laughed off the street in the name of my rock 'n' roll
[00:17.65]Still a caterwauling groove will start off vacation
[00:20.24]Eighties plastic Soul don't give palpitation
[00:22.65]Richie, he no like, he call out the firing squad
[00:27.35]Ba ba ba . . .
[00:36.05]Ba ba ba . . .
[00:44.96]Richie look for suede, me I look for leather
[00:47.00]Sartorially we groove, occasional disaster
[00:49.44]For tight black canvas no make for a straight legged sixties scenester
[00:54.47]Then we hit the street with poise of commando
[00:56.69]Clothes, guitar, but arsenal missing one thing
[00:59.05]Exotic Glasgow chick, they call her the "Carmen Veranda"
[01:03.88]Ba ba ba . . .
[01:12.54]Ba ba ba . . .
[01:30.72]Me and Richie dream to be like Mr. Richard
[01:33.16]Strung out secure, yes, we make like junkie
[01:35.56]Hooked up on that stuff they call it the rock 'n' roll
[01:40.41]I need to consecrate, I need consecration
[01:42.77]Clipped and soulful guitar riffing out the nation
[01:45.13]The nation in my head the national sixties sensation
[02:14.61]Ba ba ba . . .
[02:22.84]Ba ba ba . . .

作词 : Bob Kildea/Christopher Thomas Geddes/Mick Cooke/Richard William Colburn/Sarah Ann Martin/Stephen Thomas Jackson/Stuart Lee Murdoch
作曲 : Bob Kildea/Christopher Thomas Geddes/Mick Cooke/Richard William Colburn/Sarah Ann Martin/Stephen Thomas Jackson/Stuart Lee Murdoch
Saw a suit in Daddy's wardrobe, I took a swipe
Lapels, size of islands, gangster white line pinstripe
Laughed off the street in the name of my rock 'n' roll
Still a caterwauling groove will start off vacation
Eighties plastic Soul don't give palpitation
Richie, he no like, he call out the firing squad
Ba ba ba . . .
Ba ba ba . . .
Richie look for suede, me I look for leather
Sartorially we groove, occasional disaster
For tight black canvas no make for a straight legged sixties scenester
Then we hit the street with poise of commando
Clothes, guitar, but arsenal missing one thing
Exotic Glasgow chick, they call her the "Carmen Veranda"
Ba ba ba . . .
Ba ba ba . . .
Me and Richie dream to be like Mr. Richard
Strung out secure, yes, we make like junkie
Hooked up on that stuff they call it the rock 'n' roll
I need to consecrate, I need consecration
Clipped and soulful guitar riffing out the nation
The nation in my head the national sixties sensation
Ba ba ba . . .
Ba ba ba . . .