You've had your fun
Your money's gone
Your only friend is the telephone
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
You stay at home
And light the lights
It make you smile in the empty night
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
Well she knows Latinos, and she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone by the telephone but they won't call back again
You count the bands, you cut your hair
And someone saying you're a millionaire
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
You've friends to see, a car to drive
You go to bars but you're much too shy
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone over thirteen stone
And they won't come back again
oh li-da-di-da-dioh li-da-di-da-dioh li-da-di-da-dioh oh
Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans
But nothing sad stuff and they've had enough
And they won't come back again
You've had your fun
Your money's gone
You spend all day by the telephone
Like his dad you know that he's had
Animal nitrate in mind
Oh in your council home he jumped on your bones
now you're taking it time after time
oh it turns you on, on, on, now he has gone
oh what turns you on, on, on, now your animal's gone?
Well he said he'd show you his bed
and the delights of his chemical smile
so in your broken home he broke all of your bones
now you're taking it time after time
oh it turns you on, on, on, now he has gone
oh what turns you on, on, on, now yor animal's gone?
what does it take to turn you on, on
now he has gone?
now you're over 21?
now your animal's gone?
animal, he was animal, an animal
I was born as a pantomine horse
ugly as the sun when he falls to the floor
I was cut from the wreckage one day
this is what I get for being that way
Well did you ever, did you ever go round with them?
Well did you ever, did you ever go round the bend?
I was conned by a circus hand
Tragic as the son of a superman
"I would die for the stars" she said
This is what I get for my beautiful head
Well did you ever, did you ever go round with them?
well did you ever, did you ever go round the bend?
...ever tired it that way, have you ever tried it that way?
When you're high on diesel nightly
And the traffic starts to roll
You smoke a cigarette and watch the black girls
In a white boys world
Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys
Where the karma comes with the kids and the cat food
You see Tina push the pram
'Cos she was on her back in his estate car
And in the back of his van
Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys
For the Bentswood boys (things are happening)
For the Bentswood boys (mmm... tell it like it is!)
Don't take me down
Don't take me down
Don't take me down south
Oh, jumble sale mums, what are they on?
Kids just sit hanging round the street
And they've got somebody else's clothes on
Jumble sale dads, boil in the bag
Says some things that I can't repeat, and he swears...
Oh, this ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife
Oh, jumble sale mums, what are they on?
Kids just sit hanging round the street
And they've got somebody else's clothes on
Jumble sale dads, now she's packed her bags
Says some things that I can't repeat, and he swears...
Oh, this ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlifeThis ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife