Saw a suit in Daddy's wardrobe, I took a swipe

Lapels, size of islands, gangster white line pinstripe

Laughed off the street in the name of my rock'n'roll

Still a caterwauling groove will start off vacation

Eighties plastic Soul don't give palpatation

Richie, he no like, he call out the firing squad



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Richie look for suede, me I look for leather

Sartorially we groove, occasional disaster

For tight black canvas no make for a straight legged sixties scenester

Then we hit the street with poise of commando

Clothes, guitar but arsenal missing one thing

Exotic Glasgow chick, they call her the 'Carmen Veranda'



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Me and Richie dream to be like Mr Richard

Strung-out and?secure yes we make like junkie

Hooked up on that stuff they call it the Rock'n'roll

I need to consecrate, I need consecration

Clipped and soulful guitar riffing out the nation

The nation in my head, the national sixties sensation



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