Hippies and Yuppies

John Smith

Yes I may be in your good books
You say I'm 'laid back', I'm 'nice'
But you won't be nominating me for the Booker Prize
Girl I want to bowl you over
I want to blow your mind
But I've only got a water pistol and not the dangerous kind
From now on I'll be a bastard
An obnoxious beast of a man
It's cold but I'll have to break your wrist
Before I can hold your hand


HEAVY DANCERS - Not The Dangerous Kind

Valentines Day. I gave my lover
A breakdown and a new line above her 
Furrowed brow. She endowed me with a 
Balding patch and His 'n' hers slippers 
But when the van came flying round the corner
I ran like a mad man and tried to warn her

She's like a part of me I discovered
It's like our hearts love to beat each other up

Valentines Day. My lover gave me
High blood pressure and itchy feet
And I swear that we could have killed each other
When I spilt red wine on the duvet cover
But when she lay there on the icy road
I held her close on a bed of snow

HEAVY DANCERS - Our Hearts Love To Beat Each Other Up

Watch out world we've a pr plan
We've got our own dot com and a transit van
(And a four track demo recorded in my room)
Look out now for the merchandise
There are posters, badges through the dry ice 
(And a four track demo recorded in my room)

But when did it become a prerequisite 
To become a moron to be in music?
Maybe it's all just the other way round
You hear the hype before you've made a sound

And now we've gone viral like an ad campaign
We've got our own t-shirts and a perfume range
(And a four track demo recorded in my room)
We've got a radio plugger, a facebook page
And we like to display modern art on stage
(We've got a four track demo recorded in my room) 

HEAVY DANCERS - Four Track Demo

I surfed the web and landed on 'Paradise
Bungalows - white sand, nice tan, half-price'
There was a photo of a coconut tree and a man
Made of bronze with a cocktail in his hand

But then when we arrived we opened up our minds   
Because we saw paradise and it's a building site

Thou shall not covet Heaven or go
Somewhere called 'Paradise Bungalows'

We couldn't wait to escape to Heathrow
And see our quaint England of Antiques Roadshow
To climb in the attic behind the rocking horse
And find our happiness lying like a rotting corpse

But after a few days you said  'what will the neighbours say
When they see the photographs? They're off to Costa Del Sol first class'

Thou shall not covet Heaven or go
Somewhere called 'Paradise Bungalows'


Heavy Dancers

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