Alba s touto skladbou:
Nick the Knife,
You got a tongue like a knife that loves to tittle tattle,
Sometimes at night it sounds like a death rattle,
Your lust for life is costin' a packet,
Time's running out for you and your rotten racket,
Well, you call up the law,
Do what you like,
You keep the car,
I'm on my bike;
I can't be sorry when there ain't no choice,
Either rejoin the rabble
Or listen to your babble
You can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine
Yeah, you can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine
You put your foot in your mouth with a heavy pitter patter,
Through all the jokin' I was chokin' on your chummy chitter chatter,
You put it all around now, plan the plan wars,
You didn't understand things were bending over backwards,
Yes, you call up the law,
Do what you like,
You keep the car,
I'm on my bike;
I can't be sorry when there ain't no choice,
Either rejoin the rabble
Or listen to your babble
You can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine
Yeah, you can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine
Yeah, you can stick it!
Stick it!
You got a tongue like a knife that loves to tittle tattle,
Sometimes at night it sounds like a death rattle,
Your lust for life is costin' a packet,
Time's running out for you and your rotten racket,
Well, you call up the law,
Do what you like,
You keep the car,
I'm on my bike;
I can't be sorry when there ain't no choice,
Either rejoin the rabble
Or listen to your babble
You can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine
Yeah, you can stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it
Stick it where the sun don't shine,
Yeah, you can stick it!
Stick it!
