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Nick Lowe

Stick It Where The Sun Don't Shine

 

Stick It Where The Sun Don't Shine

(album: Nick The Knife - 1982)


You got a tongue like a knife that loves to tittle tattle
Sometimes at night it sounds like a death rattle
Your lust for life is costing a packet
Time's running out for you and your rotten racket

Well, you call up the law
Do what you like
You keep the car
I'm on my bike
I can't be sorry when there ain't no choice
Either rejoin the rabble
Or listen to your babble
You can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine
Yeah, you can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine

You put your foot in your mouth with a heavy pitter patter
Through all the joking I was choking on your chummy chitter chatter
You put it all around how planned the plan was
You didn't understand friends were bending over backwards

Yes, you call up the law
Do what you like
You keep the car
I'm on my bike
I can't be sorry when there ain't no choice
Either rejoin the rabble
Or listen to your babble
You can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine
Yeah, you can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine
Yeah, you can stick it
Stick it

You got a tongue like a knife that loves to tittle tattle
Sometimes at night it sounds like a death rattle
Your lust for life is costing a packet
Time's running out for you and your rotten racket

Well, you call up the law
Do what you like
You keep the car
I'm on my bike
I can't be sorry when there ain't no choice
Either rejoin the rabble
Or listen to your babble
You can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine
Yeah, you can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine
Yeah, you can stick it
Stick it

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