Lyrics to The Hussy's Japanese Graffiti
All songs written by McColl/The Hussys, produced by Jimmy Neilson.
Japanese Graffiti
C D# / A G / C E
Stuck in a predicament,
My mind's on overdrive
I questioned the book you were reading
You had a sparkle in your eyes
Maybe we should hook up?
Pretend that we never met
You said something about Japanese graffiti
You said I'm a kind of big deal round here
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
I got lost on the escalator
The lift was out of order
I was round with Mills and Boon
Things got really awkward
Maybe we should hook up?
Pretend that we never met
You said something about Japanese graffiti
You said I'm a kind of big deal around here
Ooh ooh [instrumental interlude]
Maybe we should hook up?
Pretend that we never met
You said something about Japanese graffiti
You said something about Japanese graffiti [x2]
You said I'm a big deal round here
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Aftershave
F G A Gmaj7 / C Bb F G
I knew I couldn't wait
They told me it was great
If the bouncer let me in that sleazy UV strip club
Guys behind the curtain
Thinking that they're spinning%
I walked up to the pole
To show them how it's done
He was sitting on his own
Trying to look important
I didn't know whether to laugh
Or get his autograph
He asked me for a lap dance
I quickly told him no chance
He leaned in towards me
To tell me something naughty
I was dancing to that song
It was called Get Ur Freak On
I kind of like your aftershave
It reminds me of somebody
Get your back up off the wall
Don't take your eye off the ball
I kind of like your aftershave
It reminds me of somebody
He said you'll find out
Show me round about
Take me to see the lions at San Diego zoo
I want to move away from here
I'm sick of being skint
Next week I'm in Hussler with my arm round Larry Flint
I was dancing to that song
It was called Get Ur Freak On
I kind of like your aftershave
It reminds me of somebody
Get your back up off the wall
Don't take your eye off the ball
I kind of like your aftershave
It reminds me of somebody
It reminds me of somebody [repeat]
I was singing to that song
It was called Get Ur Freak On
I kind of like your aftershave
It reminds me of somebody
Get your back up off the wall
Don't take your eye off the ball
I kind of like your aftershave
It reminds me of somebody [repeat]
Brian Ferry Look
A-E / C A D G / C B A
She likes his pastel drawings
They leave you thinking don't they?
He has that air of sadness
She can't put her finger on it
There's a rumour about his wife
Leaving him for a singer,
He looks out the classroom window
The dinner bell is ringing
Puts his hands on the pottery wheel
She thinks she knows how he must feel
He's got that Brian Ferry look. Oh
He's got that Brian Ferry look
She sits in her bedroom
And imagines him
In a dinner jacket clutching a glass of gin
He clicks his thing to water
And puts his hands on the clear
He's got that Brian Ferry look. oh
He's got that Brian Ferry look, oh
Thinks he's in Roxy Music
But they split up years ago
He's got that Brian Ferry look
He's so bored with the curriculum
And medieval art history,
She thinks that she could help him
Conveys that air of mystery
And when he puts his hands on the pottery wheel
She thinks she knows how he must feel
She flicks his fringe through water
And puts his hands on the clay
He's got that Brian Ferry look. oh
He's got that Brian Ferry look [x4, to fade]
Pick a Loveheart
E F# / A / F# E D / A B C#
You were pretty good at art
And you had such delicate hands
And you had some teenage dream come true
You could also play the bass in the school band
I wanted to be your first love but I was just a friend
Pick a Love Heart and tell me what it says [x2]
Then one day a month ago I was walking into work
I saw you on a building site and all your friends whistled
You said you were working on your masterpiece
And you were making ends meat
And could you have my phone number 'cause you said I was neat
Pick a Love Heart and tell me what it says [x4]
Isn't life random like that?
I think so
[Interlude]
We went to the safari park and the monkeys stole the wipers
Then you had your shot in the slings and you weren't what I expected
I wasn't disappointed but it wasn't that great
I couldn't help but think to myself it wasn't worth the wait
Pick a Love Heart and tell me what it says [x4]
Isn't life pretty random like that?
Anyway
Life's a Cow
E / C / F E / D E A
It feels like summer's over
It's got me on the run
I don't want to stop dancing
I want to feel the sun
It feels like summer's over
It's got me on the run
I don't want to stop living
I need to feel the sun
Handclaps and those sad goodbyes
I think I'm gonna cry
For those songs we sang
Only yesterday we threw our love away
But it is autumn now
Isn't life a cow?
It feels like summer's over
It's got me on the run
I don't want to stop dancing
I want to feel the sun
Handclaps
And those sad goodbyes
I think I'm gonna cry
For those songs we sang
Only yesterday we threw our love away
But it is autumn now
Isn't life a cow?
Oh
The existential blues
Has got me in its grove
I don't want to stop dancing
It's got me in the mood
Handclaps
And those sad goodbyes
I think I'm gonna cry
For those songs we sang
Only yesterday we threw our love away
But it is autumn now
Isn't life a cow?
Oh [ad lib out]
Library Lovers
E D C A / E D C / G E G A
Hey. Do you have a copy of Dablanas(?) today?
I'm standing here in my diamond jumper
See you over there at the non-fiction counter
Every second Thursday they go by the door
Very nonchalant because we both know the score
You are the book I've read from the start
You took a little partner in my heart
Behind the shelves or under the covers
You and me are the library lovers
Let's hold hands
Until it's time to turn the page
I like to wear rounded chained specs
We'll be every colour but beige
You collect cigarette cards but you don't smoke
Everybody working here thinks we're a joke
You are the book I've read from the start
It took a little chapter of my heart
Behind the shelves I run down the covers
Yeah, you and me are the library lovers
[Guitar solo] [First verse]
Shop Dummies
C Bb F / C D A Bb
Holding hands when the shutters come down
That's a nice wig and your body's so smooth
Sneak out the back door, the guard is reading his paper
It's 3am, there's no one around these dark city streets
Look out, we're the shop dummies
Look out, we're the shop dummies
Look out, we're the shop dummies
But we don't feel plastic tonight
I love you so much, even though you don't say much
I've been watching you all day and you've been watching me
Look out, we're the shop dummies
Look out, we're the shop dummies
Look out, we're the shop dummies
But we don't feel plastic tonight
Oh no, I'm feeling so engrossing tonight
Whoa [x4]
Our head's a token, the guard is out the back smoking
We run by fesser, here comes the window dresser
Look out, we're the shop dummies
Look out, we're the shop dummies
Look out, we're the shop dummies
Look out, we're the shop dummies
Look out, we're the shop dummies
Look out, look out, look out
Hot Electronics
F# / B E C# B / G# F# E D#
Hot electronics got me feeling ok
Hot electronics kinda gets me through my day
Pulses and waves, tiny little beeps
Hot electronics makes me lose all my sleep
Everything in binary, zeros, ones, all the way
Hot electronics got me dancing to the force
Hot electronics makes me think I'm gonna score
Pulses and waves, samples and grids
Hot electronics finally got me on the skids
Oscillations on the dancefloor
Circuit boards from Singapore
I'm feeling it now I know
I'm feeling it now I know
I'm feeling it now I know
I'm feeling it now I know
Hot electronics got me feeling ok
Hot electronics kinda gets me through my day
Pulses and waves, tiny little beeps
Hot electronics makes me lose all my sleep
Everything in binary, stored somewhere in this memory
[instrumental]
I'm feeling it now I know
I'm feeling it now I know
I'm feeling it now I know
I'm feeling it now I know
Hot electronics got me feeling ok
Hot electronics kinda gets me through my day
Pulses and waves, tiny little beeps
Hot electronics makes me lose all my sleep
Everything in binary, zeros, ones all the way
Greatest Living Actress
E G# A D / E A? B D / A
I sit here putting my makeup on
Covering the cracks
But I won't take it in my stride because I know my lines
I don't need no autocue
To tiptoe around how I feel for you
Baby baby baby
I'm the greatest living actress of my time
So come up to my dressing room
We will see the heart I'm really in
Do you think I'm in self denial?
Or is it just another side to me?
Director waves his hands around?
I'm a professional I can't let them down
And I don't need no autocue
To tiptoe around how I feel for you
Baby baby baby baby,
I'm the greatest living actress of my time
So come up to my dressing room
You will see the heart I'm really in
Baby baby baby
I could bring a tear to Shakespeare's eye
It's just a matter of pretending,
It's just another tragic ending
Baby baby baby baby,
I'm the greatest living actress of my time
So come up to my dressing room
You will see the heart I'm really in
Baby baby baby
I could bring a tear to Shakespeare's eye
It's just a matter of pretending
It's just another tragic ending (with echo).
Lyrics to the third album.
