Alba s touto skladbou:
Children of the World,
Love Songs,
Let's Sing Some Elvis Presley Songs,
My Cassette Player,
My World,
Reverse,
Love Me,
Bad Music For Bad People,
The Battle of God,
2nd To None ,
Im an anarchist. Im the anti-christ. Well, sort of. Not really. Its not big.
Its not clever. Im quite a reasonable fella. Your friendly uncle, good with
kinds, good ol' paternalist pop. Good cop, Bad cop, Good cop, Bad cop, Good
cop, Good cop. I was a wannabe and wannabe's dont know what they want to be. I
neednt of worried cos the man upstairs was looking out for me. God gave me the
finger with his free hand, now Im his left hand man. Hey punk! Dont call me
mac, my name is John Trabant!
(Chorus)
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Take Me, Take Me
Seriously
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
They call me the great pretender. John Noakes was my mentor. Im a walking
talking ideas man, heres one I prepared earlier. Stretch Armstrong and his
rubber band. Edwin Meese and the sex police. Please Mr Postman, post-post
modern, deliver us from Elvis. Be-bop-a-lula baby baby, does good culture yes!
Now I found what Im looking for, I find myself in another fine mess. Someone
muddied my waters. I lost my way but now I see. I O.d'd no ironey. I'll
rediscover God for the next L.P.
(Chorus)
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Take Me, Take Me
Seriously
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Bend me shake me any way you want me, whatever you want, Ill be your hearts
desire. Black and cuddley, you want love me. Pop me cork, watch me pop like
bubbly. Hot or not, youve got to use what youve got. Where's the weak spot, let
me take a shot. What a turn on. Does it feel lovely? Love me love me love me
love me . . .
"Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, how you came up. Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, heavens above!"
Johhny Johnny what for art thou, how goes Victor Jara. I got a stadium sized
pro rata headache. Pretentious moi. The ghost of Eamonn Andrews smiling
watching over me. I love it. Lets shoot it. Johnny Trib in a movie. I paid my
dues, I sung the blues and Ive done pain personal hell. Pass me the phone I got
calls to make, this will sell and sell. Im as Bob Roberts to you Phil Ochs,
talking political. So love, love me, love me Im a liberal!
(Chorus)
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Love Me, Love Me
Take Me, Take Me
Seriously
Love Me, Love Me
Freeze Frame Love Me.
