A WAY aka AWAY (Friends, 1986)
A WAY II (Single, 1987)

We're in love, lets be together
Happy times or heavy weather
Mother says "Today's a special day"
So lets not fight, O-K, yeah.

When you were at school you were a honey
The boys all loved you - you loved their money
The boys would stare - you'd cross your legs
And then you'd toss your hair

A way
Yes, you get by
A way...

Money's scarce, but family honor
Brings it home, brings it home
And down the shops, the tongues they snicker
TV dinners - beer and liquor, oh yeah

Skeletons fall out of cupboards
Curtains drawn, fall open to allow
The light shows up the dust
That plays around your face

A way
Yes you get by
A way...

Innocence and lies don't make a perfect match
Leave your door unlatched
I know a word can be untrue And yet still move you

And all the time they bring their friends 'round
Dress you up, show you up
And all the time they told you it was true
Well I'll believe you now
But then I just don't know I
Think I'd have to reconsider, yeah
I know when she got married
She looked fine in white and lacy frills
Oh yeah she had a baby
It was painful, it was worth it
And all the time they stuck the knife in
Pulled it up and twist it around

A way
Yes you get by
A way...

A way...
yes you get by
A way...

Well that's fine... fine... fine...

FAT & JEALOUS (Friends, 1986)

Every one of you, of every size.
Every one of you, you’re telling lies.

And when you’re screaming that the river’s high,
and when you feel just like you want to die...
To every one of you, I wave bye-bye.

Then they tell us, then they tell us,
fat and jealous.
Then they tell us, can’t tell us,
fat and jealous.

Every one of you, you have a dream.
But all you ever do, is stomp and scream.

And then then they tell us, then they tell us,
fat and jealous.
Then they tell us, can’t tell us,
fat and jealous.

Ah-huh, Mac the mean man, What he done?*
He’s only happy when the blood starts to run.
All you hear him singing like a bird,
he goes "La, la, la"
He never heard.

Mac the mean man, He’s obscene.*
He goes running after lowlife,
when he’s not even clean?

Every one of you, you pull my hair... out.
But nearly all of you, weren’t even there.

And when you’re screaming that the ladies stare,
even if you’re maimed by a Grizzly bear.
Every one of you,
I don’t care. I don’t care.

And then then they tell us, then they tell us,
fat and jealous.
Then they tell us, can’t tell us,
fat and jealous.

T.V. MAN (Lindy's Party, 1987)

Wake up, switch on
I eat my breakfast and the picture goes wrong
Give it a slap, give it a jog
I better hurry or I'll miss the epilogue
Ride high, without a saddle
Down the rapids on a boat without a paddle
I am the scourge of the high seas
Just you watch 'em running
when they hear about me

One, two, three... Hail T.V.
Watching Dirty Harry made a man of me
Here I stand, T.V. Man
I've got all the angels eating out of my hand...
I've got good, bad and ugly traits
But even Dirty Harry was allowed to make mistakes...

Knock, knock, there's someone at the door
I can't imagine, I can't imagine
I can't imagine what they come around here for...
Coule be the rent... Or H.P.
Whatever it is they gonna bleed me
I've got no money... Nothing to borrow
Just you go away now, don't come back tomorrow

One, two, three... Hail T.V.
Watching Dirty Harry made a man of me
Here I stand, T.V. Man
I've got all the angels eating out of my hand...
I've got good, bad and ugly traits
But even Dirty Harry was allowed to make mistakes...

It's so hot here under the sun
Just him and me
And a couple of six guns
I look at him
He looks at me
Out come the guns
Who will it be...

One, two, three... Hail T.V.
Watching Dirty Harry made a man of me
Here I stand, T.V. Man
I've got all the angels eating out of my hand...
I've got good, bad and ugly traits
But even Dirty Harry was allowed to make mistakes...

The Bolshoi UK live in Argentina 1987.

Sunday Morning (Friends, 1986)

I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore

Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday morning
I don't wanna do it anymore

One day a week we turn the cheek
One day a week we turn the cheek

Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
I don't care, it's not right there

Get up early, do your hair
Sunday best on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore

Tea and toast in the social hall
We had it all on Sunday morning
I don't wanna see it anymore

We come in fear, to worship here
We come in fear, to worship here

Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
I don't care, it's not right there

It's wrong to feel, It's wrong to care
You must not steal, you must not swear
Oh, how we'd kneel down
Oh, we were so quiet
Never any light there
I don't care, it's not right there

I don't wanna do it anymore
I don't wanna see it anymore..

PLEASE (Lindy's Party, 1987)

Please Miss Lolita, don't make me burn my eyes
Please Miss Lolita, don't make me burn my eyes
I've been standing at the stage door
Waiting on my prize
So please Miss Lolita, don't make me burn my eyes

I've waited such a long time
I've waited such a long time, Please
Don't send me back to the cheap seats

Please Mistress Bacon, don't sell me to you son
Please Mistress Bacon, don't sell me to you son
He's been hanging 'round the cat flap
Waiting for someone
So please Mistress Bacon, don't sell me to you son

I wait such a long time
I wait such a long time, Please
Don't send me out for a bite to eat
Please

Please Mr. Policeman, don't tell me to move along
I've been waiting for years just to hear my song

I've waited such a long time
I've waited such a long time, Please...
Don't send me back to the city streets..