Gentle pretty thing
Who only had one spring
You bravely faced the world
Ready for anything
I'm happy that you lived
For your life is mine
What have I except to cry
Spirit never die
Birds of the air
Beasts of the earth
Overjoyed at Bambi's birth they gambolled in the glade
Who killed Bambi?
Murder murder murder
Someone should be angry
The crime of the century
Who shot little Bambi
Never trust a hippie
'Cause I love punky Bambi
I'll kill to find the killer
In that rotten roll army
All the spikey punkers
Believers in the ruins
With one big shout
They all cry out
Who killed Bambi?
You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my heels are high
The simple things you see are all complicated
I look pretty young, but I'm just back-dated, yeah
Substitute your lies for fact
I can see right through your plastic mac
I look all white, but my dad was black
My fine looking suit is really made out of sack
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south
And now you dare to look me in the eye
Those crocodile tears are what you cry
It's a genuine problem, you won't try
To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by
Substitute me for him
Substitute my coke for gin
Substitute you for my mum
At least I'll get my washing done
[Spoken:] Ok this time for real...
"Belsen Was A Gasser"
Belsen was a gas I heard the other day
In the open graves where the Jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held dear
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear....
Dentist search their teeth for gold
Frisk the Jews for bank notes rolled
When they found out what they got
Line them up and shoot the lot
Kill a man, be a man, kill a man...
Wonder what the Jews would say
If I told them where Boorman was today
Would they start a vendetta
You'd better ask Ernie Ledbetter
Well c'mon everybody and let's get together tonight
I got some money in my jeans
And I'm really gonna spend it right
Well I've been doin' my homework all week long
Now to have some fifty and my folk are gone
Ooh! C'mon everybody
Well, my baby's number one
But I'm gonna dance with three or four
And the house will be shakin' from the bare feet
A-stampin' on the floor
Well when you here the music and you can't still
If your brother won't rock then your sister will
Ooh! C'mon everybody
Well, we're really gonna party
But we gotta leave a guard outside
If my folks come home
I'm afraid they're gonna have my hide
Well, there'd be no more movies for a week or two
No more runnin' 'round with the usual crew - who cares?
C'mon everybody!
Don't you give me no lip child
Don't you talk back to me
You're no lip child
That ain't the way it's gonna be
If you wanna love true, true lovin'
You'd better stop
Pushin' and a-shovin'
pushin' and a-shovin'
Don't you give me no lip child
And I mean what I say
No lip child
Or you'll be someone dead
Breakin' outta my lovin'
You'd better stop
Pushin' and a-shovin'
Pushin' and a-shovin'
Pushin' and a-shovin'
No more lip
No lip child
Don't you talk back to me
You're no lip child
That ain't the way it's gonna be
Breakin' outta my lovin'
You'd better stop
You'll be sorry
You'll be sorry
Oh give me no lip child
And I mean what I say
You're no lip child
You'll be someone dead
You're breakin' outta my lovin'
You'd better stop
You'll be sorry
You'll be sorry
You'll be sorry
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