November 20, 2004

Insert guitar and horns and sing. Loudly.

sing, michael, sing
On the route of the 19 bus

We hear them sayiní

How you get a rude and a reckless?
Donít you be so crude and a feckless
You been drinking brew for breakfast
Rudie canít fail
No no

We reply

"I know that my life make you nervous
But I tell you that I canít live in service
Like the doctor who's born for a purpose
Rudie canít fail
Oh no

I went to the market to realise my soul
ícause what I need I just donít have
First they curse, then they press me till I hurt
We say rudie canít fail

We hear them sayiní

Now first you must cure your temper
Then you find a job in the paper
You need someone for a saviour
Oh, rudie canít fail

We reply

Now we get a rude and a reckless
We been seen lookiní cool aní a speckless
We been drinking brew for breakfast
Rudie canít fail
Oh no no

I went to the market to realise my soul
ícause what I need I just donít have
First they curse, then they press me till I hurt
Rudie canít fail

Okay!
So where you wanna go today?
Hey boss man!
Youíre looking pretty smart
With your chicken skin suit

You think youíre pretty hot
In your pork pie hat
Rudie can't fail
Rudie can't fail
Rudie can't fail
Rudie can't fail

Posted by orion at November 20, 2004 09:39 PM | TrackBack