Lisa-Marie you're a beautiful girl
Do you really think so?
True perfection
But can I really do it?
Take it to the ball and on that runway
Walk the body
And remember, shoot that arrow!
No matter what I do, no matter what I say
My t-shirt's changed since yesterday
I look into the mirror and my t-shirt's got a mark
I guess it's just because my life is falling apart
But I felt something hurting
And a boy said,
There's somethin jumpin!
Jumpin in my shirt
Something's jumpin, jumpin in your shirt
Something's jumpin, does it really hurt?
Something's jumpin, my hearts on red alert
Walk the body! Walk the body!
Lisa Lisa, Lisa Lisa
I know this feeling
Oh it's hurting, just because love is growing
Oh ah ah, please don't stop
It must be love
Something's jumpin, it must be love
Something's jumpin! Jumpin in your shirt
The pain it really hurts
Something's jumpin, it must be love
Something's jumpin! Jumpin in your shirt
The pain it really hurts
No matter what I do
No matter what I say
The boys see me in a whole new way
It's different now, they're all love bound
But I don't like love,
I kick it around, I kick it around
But I felt something hurting
And the boys said
There's something jumpin!
Jumpin in your shirt
Walk the body! Walk the body!
Lisa Lisa, Lisa Lisa
I know this feeling
Oh it's hurting, just because love is growing
Oh ah ah, please don't stop
It must be love
I've got courage and I feel brave
If those boys try to hurt me
I'll end their happy day
Jump!
It must be love
There's something jumpin! Jumpin in your shirt
Something's jumpin
It must be love
Jump!
It must be love
@SONG: Waltz Darling
written by: Malcolm McLaren/David Lebolt
INTRODUCING LOURDES & PRETTY FATT
A sweet tuxedo girl you see
Queen of ball society
Fond of fun
As fun as fond can be
When it's on the strict Q.T.
I'm not too young
I'm not too old
Not too timid
Not too bold
Just the kind you like to hold
Just the kind for sport I'm told
Hell's a poppin
When I'm waltzing
In my stockings
Hell's a poppin in the whole wide world
I'm a blushing bud of innocence
Says Papa at a big expense
Old maids say I have no sense
Boys declare I'm just immense
For my song I do conclude
I want it strictly understood
Though fond of fun, I'm never rude
Though not too bad I'm not too good
Never put your hands on a man except in dancing
Whispering, giggling at the same time have no place
In good society
Don't think you can be rude to anyone and escape
Wh, wh, whispering is always rude
Don't hang on to anyone for support
Don't stand or walk with your chest held in and
Your hips forward in an imitation of a reverse letter S
@SONG: Shall We Dance
written by: Malcolm McLaren
INTRODUCING PRETTY FATT
Like the man in the moon,
We've just been introduced
I don't know you very well
But I hope to soon
A point of extravagance unequalled in time
where serious things are done with a sense of play
An ideal romance you might say
Shall we dance like they did in that movie
Shall we dance
You and I
Or should we just pretend it's our first scene
Take a chance
When that last image fades
From the screen
Shall we still be together
and shall you be my new romance
It's not hard to imagine
That this kind of thing can happen
Shall we dance! Shall we dance!
Shall we dance!
Shall we dance like they did in tha movie
You and I
Or should we just begin the last scene
Take a chance
When the last image fades from the screen
@SONG: Deep In Vogue
written by: Malcolm McLaren/David Lebolt
INTRODUCING LOURDES & WILLIE NINJA
This has got to be a special tribute to the houses of New York
Le Beija, Extravaganza, Magnifique, St. Laurent, Omni, Ebony, Dupree.
In my black tights just throwing shade
Doing this dance that some queen made
I remember the first time I saw it,
Told my brother to put me up on it,
It wasn't easy no 1, 2, 3
Took a long time to learn to feel free
But here I am Vogueing pretty
In some club deep in this city
Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue
Imagine runway modelling, in freeze frame
At the ball that's what they call Vogueing
Vogueing is a challenge dance
Instead of fighting you take it out on the dance floor
10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, are there anymore!
Sometimes on a legendary night
Like the closing of the Ôgarage
When the crowd is calling down the spirits
Listen, and you will hear all the houses that walked there before'*
Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue
The House of Extravaganza the House of Dupree
Who the hell are they?
They're nobody, except when they're in that little ballroom
*Excerpted from Chi Chi Valenti "Nations" ©1988 Details Magazine
@SONG: Call A Wave
written by: Malcolm McLaren
FEATURING JEFF BECK & INTRODUCING GINA CIE
After the summer holidays
I decided to shed my clothes forever...
Now living under clouds of surf
Rising like steam from a boiling cauldron
I call a wave
I call a wave
I call a wave right now!
I call a wave
@SONG: Algernon's Simply Awfully Good At Algebra
written by: Malcolm McLaren(lm)/Dave Stewart(m)
INTRODUCING MISS NDEA
You must have met a friend of mine called Algie
That's his name
He dines out at the Carlton all the week
He's an awfully clever scholar
He's beautiful at science
And his algebra is simply magnifique
Of course, he don't know much about the world and girls and all
But his mathematics nobody can beat
If you want to know how much you owe
He'll tell you like a shot
He's a simply useful sort of chap to meet
And if he meets that lady,
He calculates just what she'd like to be
He adds on several winters plus a summer and a spring
And multiplies the blooming lot by three
Cause Algie's simply awfully good at algebra!
He's really awfully smart
He knows everything by heart
You'll ask him out to dinner, if you'll just take my advice
It's then his power for seeing things becomes awfully nice
Cause Algie's simply awfully good at Algebra!
@SONG: I Like You In Velvet
written by: Malcolm McLaren/R. Kilgore/M. Kessler
There's a girl I simply dote on
She has no single flaw
A simple skirt and coat on
And a sailor had of straw
Yet she looks more splendid
Than all the world today
She'll soon be my intended
Perhaps that's why I say
It's you I love
Not your hat, your frock or your glove
I like you in velvet
I love you in plus
In satin you are just
Like your own lovely blush
You're charming in silk
Or a plain woollen shawl
But you're simply delightful
With nothing on at all
Maybe you'll be in your balldress
Or you perhaps I'll find,
Dressed in your "What'd you call dress?"
You're oh well, never mind.
Do you really think so?
True perfection
But can I really do it?
Take it to the ball and on that runway
Walk the body
And remember, shoot that arrow!
No matter what I do, no matter what I say
My t-shirt's changed since yesterday
I look into the mirror and my t-shirt's got a mark
I guess it's just because my life is falling apart
But I felt something hurting
And a boy said,
There's somethin jumpin!
Jumpin in my shirt
Something's jumpin, jumpin in your shirt
Something's jumpin, does it really hurt?
Something's jumpin, my hearts on red alert
Walk the body! Walk the body!
Lisa Lisa, Lisa Lisa
I know this feeling
Oh it's hurting, just because love is growing
Oh ah ah, please don't stop
It must be love
Something's jumpin, it must be love
Something's jumpin! Jumpin in your shirt
The pain it really hurts
Something's jumpin, it must be love
Something's jumpin! Jumpin in your shirt
The pain it really hurts
No matter what I do
No matter what I say
The boys see me in a whole new way
It's different now, they're all love bound
But I don't like love,
I kick it around, I kick it around
But I felt something hurting
And the boys said
There's something jumpin!
Jumpin in your shirt
Walk the body! Walk the body!
Lisa Lisa, Lisa Lisa
I know this feeling
Oh it's hurting, just because love is growing
Oh ah ah, please don't stop
It must be love
I've got courage and I feel brave
If those boys try to hurt me
I'll end their happy day
Jump!
It must be love
There's something jumpin! Jumpin in your shirt
Something's jumpin
It must be love
Jump!
It must be love
@SONG: Waltz Darling
written by: Malcolm McLaren/David Lebolt
INTRODUCING LOURDES & PRETTY FATT
A sweet tuxedo girl you see
Queen of ball society
Fond of fun
As fun as fond can be
When it's on the strict Q.T.
I'm not too young
I'm not too old
Not too timid
Not too bold
Just the kind you like to hold
Just the kind for sport I'm told
Hell's a poppin
When I'm waltzing
In my stockings
Hell's a poppin in the whole wide world
I'm a blushing bud of innocence
Says Papa at a big expense
Old maids say I have no sense
Boys declare I'm just immense
For my song I do conclude
I want it strictly understood
Though fond of fun, I'm never rude
Though not too bad I'm not too good
Never put your hands on a man except in dancing
Whispering, giggling at the same time have no place
In good society
Don't think you can be rude to anyone and escape
Wh, wh, whispering is always rude
Don't hang on to anyone for support
Don't stand or walk with your chest held in and
Your hips forward in an imitation of a reverse letter S
@SONG: Shall We Dance
written by: Malcolm McLaren
INTRODUCING PRETTY FATT
Like the man in the moon,
We've just been introduced
I don't know you very well
But I hope to soon
A point of extravagance unequalled in time
where serious things are done with a sense of play
An ideal romance you might say
Shall we dance like they did in that movie
Shall we dance
You and I
Or should we just pretend it's our first scene
Take a chance
When that last image fades
From the screen
Shall we still be together
and shall you be my new romance
It's not hard to imagine
That this kind of thing can happen
Shall we dance! Shall we dance!
Shall we dance!
Shall we dance like they did in tha movie
You and I
Or should we just begin the last scene
Take a chance
When the last image fades from the screen
@SONG: Deep In Vogue
written by: Malcolm McLaren/David Lebolt
INTRODUCING LOURDES & WILLIE NINJA
This has got to be a special tribute to the houses of New York
Le Beija, Extravaganza, Magnifique, St. Laurent, Omni, Ebony, Dupree.
In my black tights just throwing shade
Doing this dance that some queen made
I remember the first time I saw it,
Told my brother to put me up on it,
It wasn't easy no 1, 2, 3
Took a long time to learn to feel free
But here I am Vogueing pretty
In some club deep in this city
Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue
Imagine runway modelling, in freeze frame
At the ball that's what they call Vogueing
Vogueing is a challenge dance
Instead of fighting you take it out on the dance floor
10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, 10!, are there anymore!
Sometimes on a legendary night
Like the closing of the Ôgarage
When the crowd is calling down the spirits
Listen, and you will hear all the houses that walked there before'*
Deep in Vogue, Deep in Vogue
The House of Extravaganza the House of Dupree
Who the hell are they?
They're nobody, except when they're in that little ballroom
*Excerpted from Chi Chi Valenti "Nations" ©1988 Details Magazine
@SONG: Call A Wave
written by: Malcolm McLaren
FEATURING JEFF BECK & INTRODUCING GINA CIE
After the summer holidays
I decided to shed my clothes forever...
Now living under clouds of surf
Rising like steam from a boiling cauldron
I call a wave
I call a wave
I call a wave right now!
I call a wave
@SONG: Algernon's Simply Awfully Good At Algebra
written by: Malcolm McLaren(lm)/Dave Stewart(m)
INTRODUCING MISS NDEA
You must have met a friend of mine called Algie
That's his name
He dines out at the Carlton all the week
He's an awfully clever scholar
He's beautiful at science
And his algebra is simply magnifique
Of course, he don't know much about the world and girls and all
But his mathematics nobody can beat
If you want to know how much you owe
He'll tell you like a shot
He's a simply useful sort of chap to meet
And if he meets that lady,
He calculates just what she'd like to be
He adds on several winters plus a summer and a spring
And multiplies the blooming lot by three
Cause Algie's simply awfully good at algebra!
He's really awfully smart
He knows everything by heart
You'll ask him out to dinner, if you'll just take my advice
It's then his power for seeing things becomes awfully nice
Cause Algie's simply awfully good at Algebra!
@SONG: I Like You In Velvet
written by: Malcolm McLaren/R. Kilgore/M. Kessler
There's a girl I simply dote on
She has no single flaw
A simple skirt and coat on
And a sailor had of straw
Yet she looks more splendid
Than all the world today
She'll soon be my intended
Perhaps that's why I say
It's you I love
Not your hat, your frock or your glove
I like you in velvet
I love you in plus
In satin you are just
Like your own lovely blush
You're charming in silk
Or a plain woollen shawl
But you're simply delightful
With nothing on at all
Maybe you'll be in your balldress
Or you perhaps I'll find,
Dressed in your "What'd you call dress?"
You're oh well, never mind.