Mott The Hoople - Pearl 'n' Roy Lyrics
(ian hunter)Shut up!!!It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974Shake a fist, make oliver twistThere's no way you ain't poorWork the mine, work the factory lineWatch the news, get the blues, blow a fuseNumber one ain't gettin' it doneAnd number two always got to losePearl 'atta girl, high school hookerMoney funny honey, cook book lookerRoy atta' boy, silk suit slickerEasy fee degree, cute boot lickerNow i'll tell you somethingIt seems like the rich dudes live in the sunAnd if eton be a democracy - well i'm gonna get me someThey got no chins and they always winPiece of glass hides the class from the massUni-own jack is starting to crackThe greed breed's killin' off the grassCome on, own up! - you're blown-up, you're shown-upAmatuers - amateurs - bullshit calamitors!Pearl 'atta girl, high school hookerMoney funny honey, cook book lookerRoy atta' boy, silk suit slickerEasy fee degree, cute boot lickerThought you said, you'd make us into a starYou just jive, you connived with our livesYou're a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your caseHi number ten, how's things goin'?Times are a-changin', winds are blowin'Big white chief, false teeth showin'I'm sittin' here growin, i'm sittin' here knowin'You're on the lamm, can't control itYou're just a sham, you mink stole itRoy atta' boy, silk suit slickerEasy fee degree, cute boot lickerPearl 'atta girl, high school hookerMoney funny honey, cook book looker
