Teksty:
Billy Bragg

Ten hundred books could I Write you about her 'Cause I felt if I could know her I would know all women And they've not been any too well known For brains

Someday, some morning, sometime, sometime I'd like to hold your hand in mine Someday, some morning, sometime I'd like to tell you you're pretty and fine

Thinking back now I suppose you were just stating your views What was it all for For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt And the times that we all

Everybody likes you, babe, but me I guess that proves how stupid I can be Your father thinks it's swell Your mum hears wedding bells Our friends all

She said, "Do these seats fold down?" and I said, "If you pull that handle" All the time she'd been waiting for something with a little more And all her

You beat up a butcher and you bleed a man You bang up and badger and blood let a man Then I come along on the feet of man And half way laugh and cry '

Eisler on the go Eisler on the move Brother is on the vinegar truck And I don't know what I'll do Don't know what I'll do I don't know what I'll do Eisler

Let's have Christ our President Let us have him for our king Cast your vote for the Carpenter That they call the Nazarene The only way We could ever

Do you know what love is? Love is when you willingly Place someone else's priorities Above your own Do you know what lust is? Lust is when you actively