King Bing
(专辑: Ugly Beautiful - 1996)
Oh, you ugly beautiful thing Oh you, oh you, oh you You ugly beautiful thing I'm in between your head and your sting Unfolding out your wings one by one till you sing like king bing, you Oh, you beautiful thing I'm in-between the
ball beat ball of the
king Holding out no cheques, drinking Castrol not Becks Plugging in TV flex into my kecks I
dare you to change the
fucking channel now!... puts Ugly beautiful thing I'm between your head and your sting Whirling out your wings one by one till you sing like king king bing! Ugly beautiful thing how I
sing with your plastic wing on the
tips of my broken wing Oh, I'm so shy when you ride up so high and I
cry because I
can see the
possibility that you might one day die Oh baby, cool you know that thing, that thing you do that I
love You keep doing it, doing it, doing it, and I
can't get over that thing That thing that you keep, keep doing, doing it, doing it, doing it drives me mad I
love it, do it, do it, do it, do it, ah ah ah... Calm down, son, sing the
fucker like a
baby Yeah mom, I'm bad You ain't a
bad son, son, you're a
fucking king You're the
son of god, you're mine, I'm Mary, I
made you I
forgive you baby, come to mummy Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang, butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom boom Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang, butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom boom Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang, butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom boom Butt-a-bing butt-a-bang, butt-a-bing butt-a-boom boom bang King, the
word king Son, I
call you a
king, you ain't Paul King, you're the
king Ugly beautiful thing I'm between your head and your sting whirling out your wings one by one Until you sing like a
king bing Ugly beautiful thing butt-a-bing, butt-a-boom You ain't butter, you ain't harry, you ain't even the
artist formerly known as prince Ah, ah, ah, you're a
king, you're a
king, you're a
king, you're a
king! Ugly beautiful thing, ugly beautiful thing... See what all that means is that blue is really yellow You grow old, you mellow, orange turns you on It's rust, it's things rotting It's Mike and the
Mechanics doing Celine Dion doing sting Fony give away a
hundred thousand CDs to virgin, our price and all HMVs Wish I'd thought of it, it's so cool It's music for thick people, lowest common denomination All hidden under the
steeple, roof tiles and a
hatch with weeds Big tits and tight behinds A
guy on the
hatch improvise and men who stack singles for £1.99 Get the
fucker in the
chart, charge £3.99 Take a
cut off the
supplier, off the
artist, off the
public, off the
quick to buy and slow to think Hey, that's why, you know I
know When will people realise that if you put shit on the
dance set and spin it at 45 rpm, 120 bpm, you'll still hear it stink? I'm out of here, whatever, amen Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah... You ugly beautiful thing, you ugly beautiful thing, you ugly beautiful thing You ugly beautiful thing, you ugly beautiful thing, you ugly beautiful thing You ugly beautiful thing, you ugly beautiful, beautiful, ugly, ugly, beautiful, ugly, ugly, beautiful, beautiful, ugly, beautiful, ugly, ugly, beautiful, ugly, beautiful, ugly, beautiful thing... Oh, I'm getting into Jamiroquai territory now man Fucking stop it dead now Shut the
drummer up, shove it up the
arse! Saxophone fuck off! Yeah, be bop be lula, be bop boo, yeah Wiggy wiggy whack whack Wiggy wiggy whack whack Wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy whack Whack whack wiggy wiggy Whack whack wiggy wiggy Wig wig wig wig wig wig whack Bad jazz for white folks' assholes