Hey ho strike
Hey ho strike
Hey ho strike
Hey ho strike
Hey ho strike
Hey ho strike
Hey ho, hey ho
O lucky, lucky, lucky me.
I can live here in luxury.
Can't answer your simplicity.
Oh, no
You've got to stop your grumbling,
And all that human bondage den,
And try to make a man of me.
Hey ho, strike one.
Last one in's a son of a gun.
Hey ho, strike two.
Can't fight here, this is the war room.
Oh never, never let me go.
The flaming flesh that wonder hole.
Where violence equals zero.
Oh, no
You've got to stop your grumbling,
And all that human bondage den.
Beef cake and custard to a big hero.
Hey ho, strike one.
Last one in's a son of a gun.
Hey ho, strike two.
Can't fight here, this is the war room.
Can't fight here, this is the war room.
So kiss me quickly.
Who'll oblige?
Oh come along and don't be shy.
Don't be all surface, no insides (oh, no)
You've got to stop your grumbling,
And all that human bondage den.
So swear the heat in, baby,
No neck ties.
Hey ho, strike one.
Last one in's a son of a gun.
Hey ho, strike two.
Can't fight here, this is the war room.
Hey ho, strike three.
Action stations, I'm ready.
Hey ho, strike four.
My durango, supercar.
Hey ho, strike five.
Wake up now, it's time to die.
Hey ho, strike six.
Flopnik, kaputnik.
Hey ho, strike seven.
Kissing at five, necking at eleven.
Hey ho, strike eight.
Decided to co-operate.
Hey ho, strike nine.
Gonna have us a crackin' good time.
Hey ho, strike ten.
Flowers, bullets, zen and zen.
Adam Ant and Marco Pirroni