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
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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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