I said one for the treble Two for the bass Come on, Pd Let's rock the place I said: 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, rock 4 o'clock, 5 o'clock, 6 o'clock, rock 7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock, rock Gonna rock around the clock tonight It don't take no doubts to put you right I said one for the money Two for the money Three for the money And four for the money Five for silver Six for gold Seven is for heaven if you're feeling too old I said eight for Barclays Nine for NatWest Ten is for me so f--- all the rest Said eleven for the lolly Twelve for the cash This rap is so bad it'll give you the rash 1 and 3: unlucky 13 But I don't give a damn 'cos I'm Mr Mean I'm mean y'all, I mean y'all I don't think you know that I'm mean y'all I don't think you know that I'm so mean I've always got a trick right up my sleeve If you've got no money that you can lend I'll pinch some money off my best friend I'm bad, I'm evil, I'm full of sin I'll even punch money from the beggar's tin I'll break your hearts, I'll break your locks Steal my way in and out of Fort Knox I'll nick a nickel, pinch a pound Every time I see a pig I turn it upside down Upside down, and all the way round Every time I see a pig I turn it upside down You can call me a pirate, call me a rogue I'm mean, myself and minding my own I'm always in black, never in red It just ain't cool to be in debt So if you're short, you know who to thank It's Mr Mean and I run the bank I'm mean y'all, I'm mean y'all I don't think you know that I'm mean y'all Three six nine We don't drink wine We don't smoke tobacco But we have a good time We don't get broke We don't take dope And we all went to Holland in a big ferry boat N O R M A N C Cooking it up for the family I said S T A N L E Y Cooking it up till it's higher than high I said H and a U and a G and an H Cooking it up till it's on the front page P and an A and a U and a L Cooking it up till it's hotter than hell Norman Cook plays the bass Strumming those strings all over the place I said Stan Cullimore on guitar Pd Heaton sing far, far, far And finally Hughy boy Playing those drums like a worn out toy And I'm mean I said give me an M Mercy Give me an E Easy Give me an A Angry Give me an N That's nice Let's rock the house again y'all It's like that y'all You're all fat y'all And I'm talking to the people down the back y'all And if you're true, blue, than you're dead too 'Cos you know that you talk a lot of crap now Give me a J and an O and a Y The music is hot And it'll take you high We got the joy down in our heart Make the poor folk rich And the rich folk fart I put the Beho back into Boho Put the Lib right back into Glib Put the Yes No back into Don't Know 'Cos you'll probably deny that you did I said F R E E D O M Locked us up once And they'll do it again I said C H A I N E D They locked up my friends Now they're coming for meI said one for the treble Two for the bass Come on, Pd Let's rock the place I said: 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, rock 4 o'clock, 5 o'clock, 6 o'clock, rock 7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock, rock Gonna rock around the clock tonight It don't take no doubts to put you right I said one for the money Two for the money Three for the money And four for the money Five for silver Six for gold Seven is for heaven if you're feeling too old I said eight for Barclays Nine for NatWest Ten is for me so f--- all the rest Said eleven for the lolly Twelve for the cash This rap is so bad it'll give you the rash 1 and 3: unlucky 13 But I don't give a damn 'cos I'm Mr Mean I'm mean y'all, I mean y'all I don't think you know that I'm mean y'all I don't think you know that I'm so mean I've always got a trick right up my sleeve If you've got no money that you can lend I'll pinch some money off my best friend I'm bad, I'm evil, I'm full of sin I'll even punch money from the beggar's tin I'll break your hearts, I'll break your locks Steal my way in and out of Fort Knox I'll nick a nickel, pinch a pound Every time I see a pig I turn it upside down Upside down, and all the way round Every time I see a pig I turn it upside down You can call me a pirate, call me a rogue I'm mean, myself and minding my own I'm always in black, never in red It just ain't cool to be in debt So if you're short, you know who to thank It's Mr Mean and I run the bank I'm mean y'all, I'm mean y'all I don't think you know that I'm mean y'all Three six nine We don't drink wine We don't smoke tobacco But we have a good time We don't get broke We don't take dope And we all went to Holland in a big ferry boat N O R M A N C Cooking it up for the family I said S T A N L E Y Cooking it up till it's higher than high I said H and a U and a G and an H Cooking it up till it's on the front page P and an A and a U and a L Cooking it up till it's hotter than hell Norman Cook plays the bass Strumming those strings all over the place I said Stan Cullimore on guitar Pd Heaton sing far, far, far And finally Hughy boy Playing those drums like a worn out toy And I'm mean I said give me an M Mercy Give me an E Easy Give me an A Angry Give me an N That's nice Let's rock the house again y'all It's like that y'all You're all fat y'all And I'm talking to the people down the back y'all And if you're true, blue, than you're dead too 'Cos you know that you talk a lot of crap now Give me a J and an O and a Y The music is hot And it'll take you high We got the joy down in our heart Make the poor folk rich And the rich folk fart I put the Beho back into Boho Put the Lib right back into Glib Put the Yes No back into Don't Know 'Cos you'll probably deny that you did I said F R E E D O M Locked us up once And they'll do it again I said C H A I N E D They locked up my friends Now they're coming for me
Ole los housemartins
I said one for the treble
Two for the bass
Come on, Pd
Let's rock the place
I said: 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, rock
4 o'clock, 5 o'clock, 6 o'clock, rock
7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock, rock
Gonna rock around the clock tonight
It don't take no doubts to put you right
I said one for the money
Two for the money
Three for the money
And four for the money
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven is for heaven if you're feeling too old
I said eight for Barclays
Nine for NatWest
Ten is for me so f--- all the rest
Said eleven for the lolly
Twelve for the cash
This rap is so bad it'll give you the rash
1 and 3: unlucky 13
But I don't give a damn 'cos I'm Mr Mean
I'm mean y'all, I mean y'all
I don't think you know that I'm mean y'all
I don't think you know that I'm so mean
I've always got a trick right up my sleeve
If you've got no money that you can lend
I'll pinch some money off my best friend
I'm bad, I'm evil, I'm full of sin
I'll even punch money from the beggar's tin
I'll break your hearts, I'll break your locks
Steal my way in and out of Fort Knox
I'll nick a nickel, pinch a pound
Every time I see a pig I turn it upside down
Upside down, and all the way round
Every time I see a pig I turn it upside down
You can call me a pirate, call me a rogue
I'm mean, myself and minding my own
I'm always in black, never in red
It just ain't cool to be in debt
So if you're short, you know who to thank
It's Mr Mean and I run the bank
I'm mean y'all, I'm mean y'all
I don't think you know that I'm mean y'all
Three six nine
We don't drink wine
We don't smoke tobacco
But we have a good time
We don't get broke
We don't take dope
And we all went to Holland in a big ferry boat
N O R M A N C
Cooking it up for the family
I said S T A N L E Y
Cooking it up till it's higher than high
I said H and a U and a G and an H
Cooking it up till it's on the front page
P and an A and a U and a L
Cooking it up till it's hotter than hell
Norman Cook plays the bass
Strumming those strings all over the place
I said Stan Cullimore on guitar
Pd Heaton sing far, far, far
And finally Hughy boy
Playing those drums like a worn out toy
And I'm mean
I said give me an M
Mercy
Give me an E
Easy
Give me an A
Angry
Give me an N
That's nice
Let's rock the house again y'all
It's like that y'all
You're all fat y'all
And I'm talking to the people down the back y'all
And if you're true, blue, than you're dead too
'Cos you know that you talk a lot of crap now
Give me a J and an O and a Y
The music is hot
And it'll take you high
We got the joy down in our heart
Make the poor folk rich
And the rich folk fart
I put the Beho back into Boho
Put the Lib right back into Glib
Put the Yes No back into Don't Know
'Cos you'll probably deny that you did
I said F R E E D O M
Locked us up once
And they'll do it again
I said C H A I N E D
They locked up my friends
Now they're coming for meI said one for the treble
Two for the bass
Come on, Pd
Let's rock the place
I said: 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, rock
4 o'clock, 5 o'clock, 6 o'clock, rock
7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock, rock
Gonna rock around the clock tonight
It don't take no doubts to put you right
I said one for the money
Two for the money
Three for the money
And four for the money
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven is for heaven if you're feeling too old
I said eight for Barclays
Nine for NatWest
Ten is for me so f--- all the rest
Said eleven for the lolly
Twelve for the cash
This rap is so bad it'll give you the rash
1 and 3: unlucky 13
But I don't give a damn 'cos I'm Mr Mean
I'm mean y'all, I mean y'all
I don't think you know that I'm mean y'all
I don't think you know that I'm so mean
I've always got a trick right up my sleeve
If you've got no money that you can lend
I'll pinch some money off my best friend
I'm bad, I'm evil, I'm full of sin
I'll even punch money from the beggar's tin
I'll break your hearts, I'll break your locks
Steal my way in and out of Fort Knox
I'll nick a nickel, pinch a pound
Every time I see a pig I turn it upside down
Upside down, and all the way round
Every time I see a pig I turn it upside down
You can call me a pirate, call me a rogue
I'm mean, myself and minding my own
I'm always in black, never in red
It just ain't cool to be in debt
So if you're short, you know who to thank
It's Mr Mean and I run the bank
I'm mean y'all, I'm mean y'all
I don't think you know that I'm mean y'all
Three six nine
We don't drink wine
We don't smoke tobacco
But we have a good time
We don't get broke
We don't take dope
And we all went to Holland in a big ferry boat
N O R M A N C
Cooking it up for the family
I said S T A N L E Y
Cooking it up till it's higher than high
I said H and a U and a G and an H
Cooking it up till it's on the front page
P and an A and a U and a L
Cooking it up till it's hotter than hell
Norman Cook plays the bass
Strumming those strings all over the place
I said Stan Cullimore on guitar
Pd Heaton sing far, far, far
And finally Hughy boy
Playing those drums like a worn out toy
And I'm mean
I said give me an M
Mercy
Give me an E
Easy
Give me an A
Angry
Give me an N
That's nice
Let's rock the house again y'all
It's like that y'all
You're all fat y'all
And I'm talking to the people down the back y'all
And if you're true, blue, than you're dead too
'Cos you know that you talk a lot of crap now
Give me a J and an O and a Y
The music is hot
And it'll take you high
We got the joy down in our heart
Make the poor folk rich
And the rich folk fart
I put the Beho back into Boho
Put the Lib right back into Glib
Put the Yes No back into Don't Know
'Cos you'll probably deny that you did
I said F R E E D O M
Locked us up once
And they'll do it again
I said C H A I N E D
They locked up my friends
Now they're coming for me
Paul Heaton 👍 ...simply the best!
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"Norman Cook, please the bass!
Strong on those strings all over the place!"