Assorted lyrics

‘BACK IN THE GAME'  

There’s an aching in my bones

Feel a pounding in my heart

Nostalgia coursing through my veins

Its time for this comeback to start

Pushing to the limits

Its a punishing ordeal

Its all or nothing now

This time I know its for real

Chorus

Cos I’m back in the game

People say I’m insane

Cos I’m staking my claim

And I’ll rise once again

Yes I’m back in the game

Holding you in a Nelson

Your feet stomping on the ground

Tie you up in Boston Crab

Take your title in three rounds

Now tell me, who’s the Daddy

Who’s the top of the grapple tree

I’ll body block your bulky frame

Its easy easy easy 

Chorus (half)

Cos I’m back in the game

People say I’m insane

Cos I’m staking my claim

And I’ll rise once again

Yes, I’m back in the game

skin soaked by the rain

That won’t extinguish the flame

You’ll be shouting my name……..

YES I AM BACK IN THE GAME

Easy……

Yes I’m back in the game

Body pumped like a train

Opponenents they will be slain

This phoenix rises again

Yes, I’m back in the game

skin soaked by the rain

That won’t extinguish the flame

You’ll be shouting my name……..

‘CHILD GENIUS - ADULT DISAPPOINTMENT’

Just cos you do well in school, doesn’t mean you’ll succeed in life.

Top set, teachers pet

leader of the upper school string quartet

brief  case, train-track brace

head in the library bookcase

Exams passed, top the class

attendance record unsurpassed

Degree course,  Oxford endorsed

Thats where they filmed Inspector Mose.

He was a child genius

But a fly got in the ointment

And this little young Einstein

Became an adult disappointment 

There were females, far too much ale

Two years in, degree  course failed

Ambition diminished,  another spliff finished

Then he ran off with a German violinist

Shacked up in Bonn, became a Don Juan

There wasn’t anyone with whom he didn’t try it on

Wife became ex, kept bouncing those cheques

Every action had a cause &    Disastrous  effect

He was a child genius

But a fly got in the ointment

And this little young Einstein

Became an adult disappointment 

Disasters loomed, more substances consumed

But had an idea which millions would consume

Eye on the prize, wanted to be idolised

Dreamed of retiring on a million dollar franchise

Work shy, barely scraped by

The place where he lived was a dilapidated pig sty

Dreams shattered, body felt battered

Self gratification was the only thing that mattered.

He was a child genius

But a fly got in the ointment

And this little young Einstein

Became an adult disappointment 

Health got worse, felt his life was a curse

All his bad habits, so hard to reverse

Felt so alone, cut off his mobile phone

Added to that, he put on   four stone

Suicide beckoned, that’s the answer he reckoned

When it came to life he came in a poor Second

Jumped off a boat, No chance he could float

Sank to the depths and that’s all she wrote., 

‘THE GOLDEN AGE OF BEIGE’

Cos I’ve been 30 years a Beige

Strutting my stuff on all manner of stage

throwing out riffs like a Mister Jimmy Page

Hear me roar like a lion in a cage

Cos right now is the Golden Age

The Golden Age of Lenny Beige 

You my dearest fans

I clap my hands

Cos you  so understand

I get that feeling in my glans

 

Cos its appreciated

Like Grossman I’ve cogiated

As you awaited

My shows so highly rated

they’re sophisticated

intoxicated are the faithful Beige crew

That stand  in a queue

Come as from as Katmandu

One like a Paddington came from Peru

Came all that way to give me stew

Beef Stew for the this King Jew

You know what I’ve been through

But I do it all for you.

 

Cos I get into your bloodstream  like haemoglobin

Make you go crazy like a light strobin’

weird like an aliens probin

the ladies are disrobin’

I Stick it in a hole with a toad-in

Got famous friends including Josh Grobin

He bought me some jewllery for me ear lobeing.  

So you’re welcome please

Just don’t get too close

not you you’re gross

if you do I’ll dispose

Or we’ll come to blows

When? Who knows

Before or after the shows

But you WILL get smacked on the nose

So give me my space 

Not up in my face

Life ain’t a race

Its more like a china vase

Its brittle and should be cared for 

take precautions and always be prepared for 

the one with the stick on hair ya’ll

expensive tux worn like a prayer  shawl 

This is high end cabaret, not some two bit bar brawl

Its cultured and it civilized 

I’m turning like Nookie Bears swivel eyes

As I grind my hips n’ manly thighs

And from this mouth not drivel n’ lies 

Cos I’ve been 30 years a Beige

Strutting my stuff on all manner of stage

throwing out riffs like a Mister Jimmy Page

Hear me roar like a lion in a cage

Cos right now is the Golden Age

The Golden Age of Lenny Beige 

‘PRIMEVAL’

I was born to a man but I feel like a beast

You follow me up the path of least

Resistance

Its inconceivable

Cos I know you thinking thoughts you wished you never had

About lying with me girl and me being so bad

I’m prime-evil

Yes, an animal

You and me girl

You know that we’re one of a kind

Why don’t you runaway with me

I am sure that your mother won’t mind

Its a jungle out there

But Baby I don’t care

When I’m with you

Used to be a misguided man

But took my head out the sand

And now I’m coming through (I’m primevil)

My eyes light up in the dead of the night

Don’t be scared, my bark’s worse than my bite

Love’s achievable

Cos I wanna trap you babe in my web of desire

And i need you here to fan the flames of my fire

You’re unbelievable - I’m an animal

Lets go back

To a time when they had too much fun (fun)

If you pull my trigger 

Beware, I‘ll go off like a gun (bang)

Its a jungle out there

But Baby I don’t care

When I’m with you

Used to be a misguided man

But took my head out the sand

And now I’m coming through 

I’m primeval 

Its a jungle out there

But Baby I don’t care

When I’m with you

Used to be a misguided man

But took my head out the sand

And now I’m coming for you

‘NARCISSIST BEYOND ANY DOUBT’

 

Leaves his place in downtown Soho

Never sure of when he’ll return

Might look like a genteel gent

But his mood is often taciturn

He may well be smiling

Expression so beguiling

But he thinks of no one else but himself

You’re of zero consequence  or concern

He’s self obsessed 

And impeccably dressed

a narcissist beyond any doubt

He’s debonaire

But do beware

That if you cross him, he’ll straighten you out

Let me just say, he goes his own way

He lives his life but he don’t comply

He’s despised and admired and many are inspired

By this modern day Jeckyl and Hyde

A local face for many a year

Lives on the fringes of society

Drinking binges and drug fuelled orgies

(And  many )tales of notoriety

Don’t asumme that  he is gracious

Just cos he’s locquaicious

He loves the neighbourhood chitter chatter

Of his life of impropriety

Waking up in a strangers bed

Is not a strange thing to happen to him

Day in day out he won’t hang about -

Every action is made on a whim

He’s a late bar crawler

He’s a night time brawler

And he’s good to those

His friends who chose

To stick by him through thick and thin 

He’s self obsessed 

And impeccably dressed

a narcissist beyond any doubt

He’s debonaire

But do beware

That if you cross him, he’ll straighten you out

Let me just say, he goes his own way

He lives his life but he don’t comply

He’s despised and admired and many are inspired

By this modern day Jeckyl and Hyde

‘THE BALLAD OF THE BALD MOD’

Back in 79 I was a retro trend-setter 

In my fish tail Parker, I rode a vintage Lambretta 

I saw The Jam play live in the Hammersmith Pally 

Then we rode on to the South coast to a mod scooter rally 

But as the years rolled on and I got older 

I felt the chilling effects as the winter got colder 

Well, Foxton kept his barnet, so too did Paul Weller 

But where the hair go on this middle aged fella? 

Cos I dreamed of being a mod 

Since the time I was tiny 

But a mod’s not really a mod 

When his head is bald &  shiny 

Cos a bald mod  He's just like Samson 

Who lost his power with his hair 

Cos a mod’s not really a mod 

Without a thatch of barnet fair 

Out of desperation I tried a feather cut piece 

Bought it last Summer, whilst on holiday in Greece 

I wore it out one night, thinking I looked pretty good 

But I looked more like Victoria

than dear old Ronnie Wood 

In my purple  mohair suit, and patterned Paisley scarf 

I look well turned out, now listen to my epitaph 

That on this noggin, once stood a crop of lustrous hair 

I wanna to run my fingers through it, but there's fuck all there 

Cos I dreamed of being a mod 

Since the time I was tiny 

But a mod’s not really a mod 

When his head is bald &  shiny 

A bald mod’s like Samson 

Who lost his power with his hair 

Cos a mod’s not really a mod 

Without a thatch of barnet fair