Madness - Calling Cards Lyrics
A sorting office in the old kent roadCaters from coast to mostA nice little number if youre out of workAnd arent the sort to boast,Youre in need of a job, bob-a-job, rob-a-jobIm your man to seeIll sit Ill listen Ill not say a wordThe less said would be best for weOoh, what a firm of naughty boysOoh, Ive been a naughty boyWe dont want to mark each others cardExcept the one you needI need you and your returns to helpBuild my company.My twins work brighton on a sunny dayThey cover town with the shake of a handOn a high come back coz of no come backNow theyre working in the promised land.Ooh, what a pair of naughty boysOoh, Ive been a naughty boy(the allied irish cyprus bank)(india bank bank of turkey)(united bank the peoples bank)(to catch the worm you got to be up early)Temporarily out of bounds had to move officeClear out of townFor every problem theres a solution andI can do without constitutionDealing cards from up the old kent roadIve been checked up on my heavy loadYou can go but be back soonIll have some work for you to groom.Ooh, what a lot of naughty boysOoh, Ive been a naughty boy(trustees bank, barclays bank)(the natwest bank, midland bank)(bank of scotland, williams and glyns)(bureau de change, the peoples bank)Ooh, what a lot of naughty boysOoh, what a pair of naughty boysOoh, what a firm of naughty boysOoh, Ive been a naughty boy
