A man called Ant sat deeply sighing.
He was wondering,
Which side of the fence he was on.
Prick up your ears,
Prick up your ears,
Prick up your ears,
Prick up your ears.
Time went by and soon,
The one was five young hombres burning fire.
They were in no doubt,
Which side of the fence they were on.
Prick up your ears,
Mag-nificent five,
Prick up your ears,
Mag-nificent five,
Prick up your ears,
Mag-nificent five,
Prick up your ears
He who writes in blood,
Doesn't want to be read.
He who writes in blood,
Doesn't want to be read.
He who writes in blood,
Doesn't want to be read.
He who writes in blood,
Doesn't want to be read.
He must be learned by heart.
He must be learned by heart.
He must be learned by heart.
He must be learned by heart.
They believed in sex and looking good.
With their own brand of music,
They weren't pondering.
So which side of the fence are you on?
Prick up your ears,
Mag-nificent five
Prick up your ears,
Mag-nificent five
Prick up your ears,
Mag-nificent five
Prick up your ears.
He who writes in blood,
Doesn't want to be read.
He who writes in blood,
Doesn't want to be read.
He who writes in blood,
Doesn't want to be read.
He who writes in blood,
Doesn't want to be read.
He must be learned by heart.
Mag-nificent five
He must be learned by heart.
Mag-nificent five
He must be learned by heart.
Mag-nificent five
He must be learned by heart.
Mag-nificent five
Prick up your ears.
Mag-nificent five
Prick up your ears.
Mag-nificent five
Prick up your ears.
Magnificent five
Prick up your ears.
Mag-nificent five
Repeat till end
Adam Ant and Marco Pirroni