Do you have to hum along to your favourite Lungs hits when you’re cruising with your date ‘cos you

PRAY FOR SUN

When the surf is up & the top is down, and it’s the time for you to get around,

It’s no fun when the news is on, your fate is is the hands that never let go

It’s the time, we’re here to say, you know what’s to be done,

Pray For Sun, whoaaaa Pray for Sun Head For Fun

(Too many thoughts are in my head for fun)

Whoooaaa Pray For Sun

With a cool sea breeze blowin’ in my hair, tinny transistors in the summer air,

Ice-cool beer and the waters clear, who say’s the world today has nothing to show?

It’s the time, we’re here to say, the girls are to be won,

Pray For Sun, whoaaaa Pray for Sun Head For Fun

(Too many thoughts are in my head for fun)

Whoooaaa Pray For Sun

And when the sun goes down then we can cruise, with the stereo on, don’t mind the traffic queues

We don’t care when the gang is there

It’s the time, we’re here to say, you know what’s to be done

Pray For Sun, whoaaaa Pray for Sun Head For Fun

(Too many thoughts are in my head for fun)

Whoooaaa Pray For Sun

HEY MUSCLES

Here he comes like he owns the beach (Whaaoop Badoop Shadoop Hey Muscles!)

He’s pretty tall but he’s short on speech (Whaaoop Badoop Shadoop Hey Muscles!)

He’ll pick a girl to suit his taste, and kick sand in her boyfriends face

Hey there Muscles get away from my girl,

Why don’t you fly to another world,

Hey there Muscles, I ain’t kidding you,

I’m a black belt in Jiu-Jitsu!

Every girl on the beach looks him up and down (Whaaoop Badoop Shadoop Hey Muscles!)

Every guy on the beach wishes he would drown (Whaaoop Badoop Shadoop Hey Muscles!)

A couple of creeps follow him in tow, I’d like to hang five on the end of his nose

Hey there Muscles get away from my girl,

Why don’t you fly to another world,

Hey there Muscles, I ain’t kidding you,

I’m a black belt in Jiu-Jitsu!

I could of gone to the Sunday drags, (Burn the track, burn the track)

But my girl said it’s not her bag (What a drag, what a drag)

Hey there Muscles get away from my girl,

Why don’t you fly to another world,

Hey there Muscles, I ain’t kidding you,

I’m a black belt in Jiu-Jitsu!

Here he comes, and he’s heading my way (Whaaoop Badoop Shadoop Hey Muscles!)

And it looks like he’s made of clay (Whaaoop Badoop Shadoop Hey Muscles!)

Should I split for the ice-cream stand? Or bury my girl in the sand?

Hey there Muscles get away from my girl,

Why don’t you fly to another world,

Hey there Muscles, I ain’t kidding you,

I’m a black belt in Jiu-Jitsu!

LAST BEACH PARTY

Well we’ve rode this way ten times before, heading for the nearest shore

But we won’t be coming anymore, it’s the Last Beach Party of summer

And we’re lying in a cooler sun, one last chance for summer fun,

There’s nothing left we haven’t done, it’s the Last Beach Party of summer

And oh baby, why don’t you own up

No-one will phone up

Look what you’ve grown up to be

Will the summer friends we’ve made remain, memories of fun again,

‘Cos this time next month there will be rain, it’s the Last Beach Party of summer

And oh baby, why don’t you own up

No-one will phone up

Look what you’ve grown up to be

So we’ll sing our songs by firelight, looking back on warmer nights,

When the sea-wind blows we’ll hold on tight, to the Last Beach Party of summer

DOWN AT THE ‘B’ CLUB

They’ll turn her heart to mashed potato (bahohm doodywadda, bahohm my baby)

They’re gonna get her sooner or later (bahohm doodywadda, bahohm my baby)

I burnt my finger on the telephone, so many times when I was alone

I never thought she’d stay at home, but why’d she have to go

Down At The ‘B’ Club, Their hearts are made of stone

Down at the ‘B’Club, They’ll ruin her I know

Down at The ‘B’Club, Their hearts are made of stone

Down at The ‘B’ Club, With everyone I know

They’ve got the lights, and lover’s music (bahohm doodywadda, bahohm my baby)

They’ve got the bread, don’t it make you sick (bahohm doodywadda, bahohm my baby)

I’ll do a stake-out till she get’s home, I’ve gotta know if she’s still alone

I never thought she’d stay at home, but why’d she have to go….

Down At The ‘B’ Club, Their hearts are made of stone

Down at the ‘B’Club, They’ll ruin her I know

Down at The ‘B’Club, Their hearts are made of stone

Down at The ‘B’ Club, With everyone I know

Stay away, it’s a no-go zone

(Down at The B Club)

Stay away, it’s a no-go zone

(Down at The B Club)

QUASIMODO A GO-GO

I’ve got a pain in my heart, I can’t take it

The way you’re lookin’ at me, I’m goin’ apeshit,

The way I feel for you ain’t healthy,

I’m flippin’ out, got bat’s in my belfry, I go…..

Quasimodo a Go-go when I’m lookin’ at you

I got a noise in my head, I wish you could hear it

I bang my head on the floor, but that doesn’t clear it,

You’re saying nothin’ far as I can tell,

When I’m with you all I hear are bells, I go……

Quasimodo a Go-Go when I’m lookin’ at you

There’s a knock at the door, I can’t face it

There’s something happening here, I can taste it

I’m goofin’ out, I blew my cool,

When I’m with you I’m the King Of Fools, I go…

Quasimodo A Go-Go when I’m lookin’ at you

The bells are ringin’ like Quasimodo, my heart’s singin’ Quasimodo A Go-Go…..etc.

389

There’s a new guy on my block he’s got a 389

All tuned up and really fine,

Every time the lights turn green,

You wanna hear his rubber scream wo-oh

Ba ba bababa ba He’s got a 389

Ba bababa ba He’s got a 389

He’s got two dual barrel Holleys on his 389

Man you wanna hear ‘em whine

There’s nothing he can’t shut down,

The cops all flip when he’s in town, wo-oh

Ba ba bababa ba He’s got a 389

Ba bababa ba He’s got a 389

Ba ba here he comes

Ba ba bababa ba He’s got a 389

Ba bababa ba He’s got a 389

There’s a new guy down the club, he’s got a 389

All tuned up and really fine

Naugahide and tuck’n’roll

You wanna see that sucker go!

Ba ba bababa ba He’s got a 389

Ba bababa ba He’s got a 389

Ba bababa ba I wanna 389

SURFIN’ CHINESE

A blanket of bodies, summer gone mental

Vacation from China, surfin’ orientals

They’re lining up their woodies at the Peoples Wall

Chopsticks clicking by the swimming pool

Watchout!! Here they come again!!

50000 yellow men,

They’re all out there hangin’ ten

Surfin’ Chinese, Surfin’ Chinese

Hands across the water, never knew they’d reach

A new population, landing on the beach

They’re lining up their woodies at the Peoples Wall

Chopsticks clicking by the swimming pool

Watchout!! Here they come again!!

50000 yellow men,

They’re all out there hangin’ ten

Surfin’ Chinese, Surfin’ Chinese

Tidal wave of human faces

From Peking and other Chinese places

Watchout!! Here they come again!!

50000 yellow men,

They’re all out there hangin’ ten

Surfin’ Chinese, Surfin’ Chinese

Saw it on the newsflash, heard it on the CB

A monster human pyramid, surfin’ down the Yangtzee

They’re lining up their woodies at the Peoples Wall

Chopsticks clicking by the swimming pool

Watchout!! Here they come again!!

50000 yellow men,

They’re all out there hangin’ ten

Surfin’ Chinese, Surfin’ Chinese

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