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The Last Of The Famous International Playboys
Lucky Lisp
Michael's Bones



THE LAST OF THE FAMOUS INTERNATIONAL PLAYBOYS
Dear hero imprisoned
With all the new crimes that you are perfecting
Oh, I can't help quoting you
Because everything that you said rings true
And now in my cell
(Well, I followed you)
And here's a list of who I slew

Reggie Kray - do you know my name ?
Oh, don't say you don't
Please say you do, (oh) I am :

The last of the famous
International playboys
The last of the famous
International playboys
And in my cell
(Well, I loved you)
And every man with a job to do
Ronnie Kray - do you know my face ?
Oh, don't say you don't
Please say you do, (oh) I am :

The last of the famous
International playboys
The last of the famous
International playboys

In our lifetime those who kill
The newsworld hands them stardom
And these are the ways
On which I was raised
These are the ways
On which I was raised

I never wanted to kill
I AM NOT NATURALLY EVIL
Such things I do
Just to make myself
More attractive to you
HAVE I FAILED ?

Oh...

Oh, the last of the famous
International playboys
The last of the famous


LUCKY LISP
When your gift unfurls
When your Talent becomes apparent
I will roar from the stalls
I will gurgle from the circle
The Saints smile shyly
Down on you
Oh, they couldn't get over
Your nine-leaf clover

Oh, lucky lisp was not wasted on you
Lucky lisp wasn't wasted on you

When your name's with the best
Will my name be on your guest list ?
And I will roar from the stalls
Ooh, the balcony fool was me, you fool
Jesus made this all for you, love (you, love)
He couldn't get over
Your Grandma's omen
Oh, lucky lisp was not wasted on you
Lucky lisp wasn't wasted on you

Da-da-da...


MICHAEL'S BONES
Michael's bones
Lay where he fell
Face down on a sports ground
Oh ...

He was just somebody's luckless son
Oh, but now look what he's done
Oh, look what he's done

Your gentle hands are frozen
And your unkissed lips are blue
Your thinning clothes are hopeless
And no one was mad about you

Michael's bones
Were very young
But they were never to know
Oh ...
Impetuous fun
Mr. Policeman
I don't know where you get such notions from

His gentle hands are frozen
And his unkissed lips are blue
But his eyes still cry

And now you've turned the last bend
And see - are we all judged the same at the end?
Tell me, tell me

Oh, you lucky thing
You are too brave
And I'm ashamed of myself
As usual

Oh ...


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