KISS

Art of Noise featuring Tom Jones

You don't have to be beautiful
To turn me on
I just need your body baby
From dusk till dawn
You don't need experience
To turn me out
You just leave it all up to me
I'll show you what it's all about

CHORUS:
You don't have to be rich
To be my girl
You don't have to be cool
To rule my world
Aint no particular sign
I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time
And you kiss

You gotta not talk dirty baby
If you wanna impress me (ah ah ah)
You can't be too flirty mama
I know how to undress me
Let me be your fantasy
And maybe (baby) you could be mine
You just leave it all up to me
We can have a good time

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Think I'd better dance now
(La la la)

Women and girls rule my world
I say they rule my world
Act your age mama (not your shoe size)
Not your shoe size
Maybe we could do the twirl
You don't have to watch Dynasty
To have an attitude
You gotta leave it all up to me
My love will be your food

(REPEAT CHORUS)
 

DRAGNET

I've gonna have to change this piece,
lets stop it for a second
Their job: To enforce the law !
Just the facts man !
Thank God it's Friday
My name is Friday.
I hate this, Streebeck !
I hate you, Streebeck !
Police officers mam !

YEBO

The lyrics are in Zulu,
written by Art of Noise along
with Mahlathini and the Mahotella Queens.
YEBO: Yes
JUBALANI: Be Happy
YELLA/YELLA: Very Good
ZAKEA: It Is Beautiful
Utanga zaba zolo
Utanga: Piglet
zaba: tree
zolo: heavy rains
Zai akhia
Zai: Interrogative - 'who will ... ?'
akhia: Hear me
Zai assina
assina: Save, or rescue
Pepezela pepezela pepezela
pepezela: Get me out of here!
YEBO
YEBO: A Bear of Very Little Brain, of course.
The song is about Zulu
Warriors appreciating
young Zulu Dancers.

OPUS 4

No sun no moon!
No morn no noon
No dawn no dusk
no proper time of day
No sky no earthly view
No distance looking blue
No road no street
no "t'other side the way"
No end to any Row
No indications where the Crescents go
No top to any steeple
No recognitions of familiar people
No courtesies for showing 'em
No knowing 'em!
No travelling at all
no locomotion,
No inkling of the way
no notion
No go" by land or ocean
No mail no post
No news fom any foreign coast
No Park - no Ring
no afternoon gentility
No company no nobility
No warmth, no cheerfilness,
no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member
No shade, no shine,
no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flow'rs,
no leaves, no birds,
November!

-Thomas Hood, 1842.