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The Housemartins were an English alternative rock band formed in Hull who were active in the 1980s.
lyrics :
Mother, Father, I think that I would rather
Stay at home with you for another year
That building's so tall and it makes me feel so small
That I might get lost and simply disappear
Evil smiles won't change my mind
I'm worried and I'm not the worrying kind
Why's that man rubbing his hands
Looking at me writing down his plans?
Today I have been molding plasticine
and I made a little man who looked just like me
His limbs were so weak and he couldn't move his mouth to speak
And I could bend him into any shape I wanted him to be
Evil smiles won't change my mind
I'm worried and I'm not the worrying kind
Why's that man rubbing his hands
Looking at me writing down his plans?
Those kids with the blazers on
They went in with names on their elbows
Came home with medals on
Spit it out that's the way the story goes
A flying start for the briefcase crew
Oh, you didn't have to teach me like you did
But you did
And you didn't have to beat me like you did
But you did
But you did
You did
You did
The Housemartins were an English alternative rock band formed in Hull who were active in the 1980s.
lyrics :
Mother, Father, I think that I would rather
Stay at home with you for another year
That building's so tall and it makes me feel so small
That I might get lost and simply disappear
Evil smiles won't change my mind
I'm worried and I'm not the worrying kind
Why's that man rubbing his hands
Looking at me writing down his plans?
Today I have been molding plasticine
and I made a little man who looked just like me
His limbs were so weak and he couldn't move his mouth to speak
And I could bend him into any shape I wanted him to be
Evil smiles won't change my mind
I'm worried and I'm not the worrying kind
Why's that man rubbing his hands
Looking at me writing down his plans?
Those kids with the blazers on
They went in with names on their elbows
Came home with medals on
Spit it out that's the way the story goes
A flying start for the briefcase crew
Oh, you didn't have to teach me like you did
But you did
And you didn't have to beat me like you did
But you did
But you did
You did
You did





![Malcolm McLaren - Madame Butterfly
Malcolm Robert Andrew McLaren (22 January 1946 – 8 April 2010) was a British musician, impresario, visual artist, performer, clothes designer and boutique owner.
He was former manager of the Sex Pistols and the New York Dolls.
lyrics :
Back in Nagasaki I got married to Cho Cho San
That was her name in those days
And I was her man
Im going back to visit her
She got a problem
She got a little Cho Cho
Cho Cho San was her name
And this is her tale of woe
Take it away Cho Cho
[Foreign content]
Todays the day when I see clear
A tiny thread of smoke appears
Where blue skies fall upon the ocean
And shake this staid emotion
All the while I sing this song
I see a dot on the horizon
Growing bigger every second
Gleaming white in my direction
Who on earth can it be
Coming up the path for me?
What on earth will he say?
Shall I run to him or run away?
Freaking out, hes come to get me
My feet are stuck but just wont let me
Run to him do I dare?
Madam Butterfly dont blow it
Calling Butterfly, Madam Butterfly
Thats the name he used to give me
Hes my man till the day I die
Oh, sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly
Shes waiting
Hell be back, I have faith in this love track
Pinkertons the name
Lieutenant Colonel Pinkerton, sir
U.S. Navy
Im a bounder
I married a Yankee girl
But I went back to visit old Japan
Where there she was, Cho Cho San
Gotta have something to believe in
My white honkey, I do miss him
Someday soon hell come around
Just to stop my nervous breakdown
Call me fool, call me stupid
Bend my arrow kill this cupid
Say it with me
Hell be back
I have faith in this love track
Calling Butterfly, Madam Butterfly
Thats the name he used to give me
Hes my man till the day I die
Oh, sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly
Shes waiting
Hell be back, I have faith
[Foreign content]
Cho Cho San
My little wife
My sweet butterfly
Thats the name Ill give her
When I return
[Foreign content]
Little sweet sweet Butterfly
I hear him crowing faintly
He thinks Im just still sweet sixteen
I guess Ill tease him gently
Calling Madam Butterfly
His angel plucked right from the sky
Hide my baby in mystic places
I feel the fear that I might die
Right in his arms and his embraces
Softly kissing my eyelashes
Got no right, no right to doubt it
Aint no doubt, no doubt about it
Call me fool, call me stupid
Bend this arrow kill this cupid
I have faith Ill always pray
My white honkeys here to stay
Calling Butterfly, Madam Butterfly
Butterfly, Butterfly have no fear
Ill be back to wipe your tears
Oh, sweet Butterfly, so sweet Butterfly
Shes waiting
Ill wait for him with unshakable faith
Hell be back
[Foreign content]
Hell be back
Ill be back Malcolm McLaren - Madame Butterfly](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/tIOQJTi7TKE/mqdefault.jpg)




