Language and insults fall back to the plate.
You're running without a greater plan of escape.
The suits out on the streets,
They're marching in pairs,
All dapper and toyboy ties and purple flares.
And hooks are for wimps, and choruses for gays.
So give me my hook, they call out to the stage.
You're running like a preacher's hand caressing, feeling up, all the cleavage in town.
Oh, give me my hook.
I know it might sound lame.
Do you like my new look,
Waistcoats are so today.
So give me something special darling
So I can skip around, and flip around, tand call it by a name.
Its something global something real, something music kids might steal,
Something different something wow, something trendy at the mo,
Something retro something cool, look for all the boys to drool,
Give me my hook, give me my hook.
Magazines are so over-rated yeah
And then try to tell you, try to to sell you,
What's new and what's now obsolete,
And they like their garage friends and yeah, they like those indie gems and yeah,
They like what ever cool new trends gonna take those copies off the shelf so.
Give me my hook,
I know it might sound lame.
Do you like my new look,
Waistcoats are so today.
So give me something special darling,
So I can flip around, and skip around, and call it by a name.
Its something global something real, something music kids might steal,
Something different something wow, something trendy at the mo,
Something retro something cool, look for all the boys to drool,
Give me my hook, give me my hook.
We're Something global something real, something music kids might steal,
Something different something wow, something trendy at the mo,
Something retro something cool, look for all the boys to drool,
Give me my hook, give me my hook.