*****ing (Live)

Composed by：Dave Greenfield/Hugh Cornwell/Jean Jacques Burnel/Jet Black

B***hing 'bout the things we've seen

B***hing 'bout the things we've been

B***hing 'bout the loves we've had

My oh my it wasn't so bad

When we had that to loosen our minds

Hey little baby in the front row be kind

Bar b***hing telling you the gospel truth

Bar b***hing why don't you all go get screwed

Bar b***hing why don't you tell me something new

Bar b***hing

B***hing 'bout the Windsor C

B***hing 'bout the Western Sea

Why can't you all be like a Grainger man

Or even a Pheland man

I'll tell you what we'll meet in Amsterdam

Then you'll see what should be really can

Bar b***hing telling you the gospel truth

Bar b***hing why don't you all go get screwed

Bar b***hing why don't you tell me something new

Bar b***hing bar b***hing that's what I'm talking about

Got anything to say

No

Well shut up

There's a place with a lot of eyes

Strange smoke perfume around the peacock guys

And the girls they move their heat

To the impulsive compulsive beat

But that's another place another time

Maybe we'll meet there in quite a short while

Bar b***hing telling you the gospel truth

Bar b***hing why don't you all go get screwed

Bar b***hing why don't you tell me something new

Bar b***hing

I really don't know what to say

It's gonna happen to us all one day

And when it does you could have me too

But until then I really don't know what to do

I'm just gonna keep

Bar b***hing telling you the gospel truth

Bar b***hing why don't you all go get screwed

Bar b***hing why don't you tell me something new

Bar b***hing

Bar b***hing bar b***hing bar b***hing bar b***hing