House On Fire
I heard Tarzan outside playing on the Jungle Blues
I know 'cos I saw him shimmer in a Kenyan pool
Coming on in the vines with his leopard-skin lioncloth cool
Bony Watusi fingers
Beating on the bark of a tree
Now Tarzan and me, well, obviously we're like that
Me and Tarzan, yeah we get on like a house on fire
Look at cool Louise she's the one with the knick-knack eyes
She's only 17 but she knows how to make boys fight
Yeah she'll slit you with her eyes an' she'll slash you
With her cut-back smile
Ah she's as cruel as a pig but we love her like a house on fire
Louise and me now obviously we're like that
Yes me and Louise we'll make it like a house on fire
I saw a raw white angel executing loop-de-loops in the sky
Drawing lazy spirals with his slipstream smoke as he silently
Passed us by
But his halo got too heavy so he hung it down around his waist
Doing halo hula-hoops, executing loop-de-loops takes a lot of
Skill and bad taste
Now the angel and me obviously we're like that
Me and the devil we get it on like a house on fire
I know 'cos I saw him shimmer in a Kenyan pool
Coming on in the vines with his leopard-skin lioncloth cool
Bony Watusi fingers
Beating on the bark of a tree
Now Tarzan and me, well, obviously we're like that
Me and Tarzan, yeah we get on like a house on fire
Look at cool Louise she's the one with the knick-knack eyes
She's only 17 but she knows how to make boys fight
Yeah she'll slit you with her eyes an' she'll slash you
With her cut-back smile
Ah she's as cruel as a pig but we love her like a house on fire
Louise and me now obviously we're like that
Yes me and Louise we'll make it like a house on fire
I saw a raw white angel executing loop-de-loops in the sky
Drawing lazy spirals with his slipstream smoke as he silently
Passed us by
But his halo got too heavy so he hung it down around his waist
Doing halo hula-hoops, executing loop-de-loops takes a lot of
Skill and bad taste
Now the angel and me obviously we're like that
Me and the devil we get it on like a house on fire
Bob Geldof
©The Boomtown Rats
℗1982 Phonogram Limited
b/w Europe Looked Ugly
Tall and so empty, she sucks on her teeth and looks tired
She picks up her skirt, still coiled ad no longer worth knowing
She grins toothlessly and see the light die in her eyes
I'm taking my time, I'm taking my time- I won't hurry
I sit and I watch the last train to leave for a while
And the buildings themselves seem to sag from the effortless standing
Well the trees and the people are bent from the effort of dying
So I watched up from the window, and she opened her legs wide before me
And the trails through the bile leave tracks like a steel slug on slime
Well, me I keep thinking 'bout the iron that surrounds her, protects her
'Cus a chastity belt for a whore seems almost too sublime
Oh, oh, oh
What do we do now?
Wo, oh-oh-oh-ohh
What do we do now?
With you and your stories
We feel sorry for you
With you and your stories
We feel sorry for you
Yeah we do
I don't like my body, the things that it needs just disgust me
I don't like my mind, the things that I think aren't quite sane
But I can still function normal, so long as my mouth moves
I think it's the culture, I'm lucky they can't see my brain
Hey, hey, oh
What do we do now?
Wo-oh-oh-oh-ohh
What do we do now?
With you and your stories
We feel sorry for you
With you and your stories
We feel sorry for you, and you, and you
Oh, What do we do now?
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, What do we do now?
With me in your stories
I feel sorry for you
In three of my stories
I felt you
Yeah we do
Europe looked ugly the very last time that I saw her
She picks up her skirt, still coiled ad no longer worth knowing
She grins toothlessly and see the light die in her eyes
I'm taking my time, I'm taking my time- I won't hurry
I sit and I watch the last train to leave for a while
And the buildings themselves seem to sag from the effortless standing
Well the trees and the people are bent from the effort of dying
So I watched up from the window, and she opened her legs wide before me
And the trails through the bile leave tracks like a steel slug on slime
Well, me I keep thinking 'bout the iron that surrounds her, protects her
'Cus a chastity belt for a whore seems almost too sublime
Oh, oh, oh
What do we do now?
Wo, oh-oh-oh-ohh
What do we do now?
With you and your stories
We feel sorry for you
With you and your stories
We feel sorry for you
Yeah we do
I don't like my body, the things that it needs just disgust me
I don't like my mind, the things that I think aren't quite sane
But I can still function normal, so long as my mouth moves
I think it's the culture, I'm lucky they can't see my brain
Hey, hey, oh
What do we do now?
Wo-oh-oh-oh-ohh
What do we do now?
With you and your stories
We feel sorry for you
With you and your stories
We feel sorry for you, and you, and you
Oh, What do we do now?
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, What do we do now?
With me in your stories
I feel sorry for you
In three of my stories
I felt you
Yeah we do
Europe looked ugly the very last time that I saw her
Bob Geldof
©The Boomtown Rats
℗1982 Phonogram Limited