french smarties

oh mrs. o
will you tell us where the naughty children go
will you show
how the sky turned white and everybody froze
heaven knows how they got into the fireplace
but everybody's saying grace
and trying to keep a happy face

and oh mrs. o
can you teach us how to keep from getting cold
out we go and you watch us as we face the falling snow
what a show with our hairdryers aimed heavenwards
and fifty foot extension cords
you really have a way with words

the truth can't save you now
the sky is falling down
watch the vultures count the hours
april trains may bring strange showers

and oh mrs. o
will you tell about the time they made you go
all alone to the palace where they took your only clothes
we all know
there's no hell and no hiroshima
chernobyl was a cover up
the world is really all in love

oh mrs o
will you leave us hanging now that we are grown
up and old
will you kill me if i say i told you so
we all know
ther'es no hitler and no holocaust
no winter and no santa clause
and yes virginia all because
the truth cant save you now
the sky is falling down
eveything they ever told us
shakes our faith and breaks their promise
but you can stop the truth from leaking
if you never stop believing......

Don't you think that I'm bound to react now?
My fingers definitely turning to black now
Maybe I'll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice

My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
The longer words are really breaking my back now
Maybe I'll learn to understand
Drawing a square with a pencil in hand

Mathematically turning the page
Unequivocally showing my age
I'm practically center stage
Undeniably earning your wage
Maybe I'll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice

Listen master can I ask you a question
Is it the fingers, or the brain
that you're teaching this lesson?
Maybe I'll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice

What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside, you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt

When she wakes up in the morning
She writes down all her dreams
Reads like the Book of Revelations
Or the Beano, or the unabridged Ulysses
Oh, I really wanna know
So tell me
Where does all the money go, where does all the money go
Straight, straight up her nose

And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah

What a divvy, what a fucking div
Talking like a moron, walking like a spiv
I was laying in bed, paying my rent
He was knocking on the door for something that she lent her brother
Meanwhile from under the covers she says
Save me from tommorow now, save me from tommorow
Oh no
Oh no, not me

And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah
Never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah

What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt
WHAT A WASTER

What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt

Ex-fan des sixties
petite Baby Doll
comme tu dansais bien le Rock 'n 'Roll
ex-fan des sixties
où sont tes années folles
que sont devenues toutes tes idoles -
où est l'ombre des Shadows
des Byrds, des Doors
des Animals
des Moo-
dy Blues
séparés Mac Cartney
Georges Harrison
et Ringo Starr
et John Lennon - ex-fan des sixties
petite Baby Doll
comme tu dansais bien le Rock 'n 'Roll
ex-fan des sixties
où sont tes années folles
que sont devenues toutes tes idoles -
Disparus Brian Jones
Jim Morrison
Eddy Cochran
Buddy
Holly
idem Jimi Hendrix
Otis Redding
Janis Joplin
T.Rex
Elvis