Ha Ha Ha Ha Honey
In a Victorian hand made frame
Signed backstage by a roadie in his name
She's got Hemingway in her bedside table
And a pistol under a pillow beside her head
The bullets round her neck
She wants to wear suits
A cocktail waitress smokes Gauloises Blondes
She's been taking tips from tables for too long
She drinks frozen Stolichnaya
She likes powders from Peru
She don't like no one to tell her what to do
Chorus
She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody, Somebody special
She wants to be somebody, be somebod
City Kids
Nobody knows,
I know nobody cares what goes on in here,
We have this door,
Nobody gets in until I'm really sure,
Don't creep up behind me,
You know where to find me I'm always around,
Turns out if you need us, before you lead us astray
Don't care who we meet,
We're orphans here on Easy Street and we feel real mean,
Cruising on speed,
We've got more than we'll ever need, ain't life sweet?
We won't turn your pay down,
City Kids don't lay down, we don't call so,
Better get some more of that,
City Kids we don't give that to you, oh no
Bombs go off at night,
Searing heat, blinding light, you like it fine,
Park the car and run,
Dance all night, it was for fun, we're nasty, hahahaha!
Why do we do it,
No-one can get through it we know where to run,
You hear what we're saying,
Time that you were praying 'cos,
City Kids time, won't be long,
Won't be long, no it won't be long!