WHO KILLED THE JAMS? -------------------- All lyrics transcribed by Neil Kelly except "Candyman" by Dave Datta, corrections by Neil Kelly "Burn The Bastards" by Dave Datta -------------- The Candystore -------------- By the way Rockman, where'd ya meet her? This is called sugar Rock -- those lights were red! That's the law Did ya see that He tried to cut us off! C'mon, let's get the bastard Are we nearly there yet? To the candystore Do we have to pay? Will it make things change? Have we got to stay? I hate this house We don't belong here This is not music Come on come on Come into the house Come on come on Come on come on Come into the house Come on come on Make a move Step inside Everything you want is What you're gonna find Come on Come into the house Come on I hate this house Rockman? Where are you Rockman? Are y'still here Rockman? I want ot get out of here Please don't take me any further Come on come on Come into the house Come on come on Come on come on Come into the house Come on come on Make a move Step inside Everything you want is What you're gonna find So where is this Candyman? And what's he got my I wanna talk to him myself I wanna look in his eyes Come on Come on Come into the house Come on Come into the house Come on Come into the house Come on ------------ The Candyman ------------ I love you Get past the beat can't pass the...hit me Get past the beat can't pass the...hit me So Candyman I'm here I've come to your house With a proposition to lay bare On the track before this with the crazy black chicks I was only feigning despair I've come with my soul and I know it's nae white And it's stained with your cancerous ways But it's nae for sale and there's a deal to be struck Like in far-off faustian days Neither brother of Job nor the son of ??? and Carl was nae cousin unto me But I know when I've wronged and I've turned to the left and travelled to far to see I've lusted and lied and have taken a long and spent money that was nae mine I've stared at the stars while laid in a ditch with my belly a full of wine. Come on party people Come on party people So Candyman come let me tell you some more We'll fix a time to settle the score You pick the place I'll bethere A blasted heath of Mettenmoor (?) I'll use my wit You use your powers And we'll battle it out hour by hour And when it's doneand you're laid to rest I'll get him rapping rhymes of jest. Rappin I love you Rappin to Rappin to the beat Rappin to the beat Rappin to the beat Rappin to the beat Here we go again Yeah Boy ------------------------ Disaster Fund Collection ------------------------ Forever Yes? Forever Seems that way Forever You'll be there Forever and ever and ever Reach your limit -- will ya really try? Crawl through the mire Then we found it -- it was all there It was there inside Here here, inside Please Kingboy, you don't have to shout We heard you first time and we know what it's about Rockman's in the car and he's waiting outside We're ready to go and we want a ride Yeah? You think you know what it's about? You reckon you understand? Well that's just fine Great. No, I never read the book Me, I just dig the write (???) Forever To the edge of time Forever Where the black turns to gold Forever That's where we'll make our means Forever and ever and ever when I wake in the morning and I look outside I see the wind and the rain and I know they're on our side When I'm up on the moor or down by the burn (???) I'm pacing the cage of freedom for all it's worth Please Kingboy, the record's done It's time to party, time to have some fun Rockman's got some liquor and some Dom Perignon It's a quarter to twelve, the year's nearly rung Forever Forever Forever Forever and ever and ever Please Kingboy, can you cut all the crap? We both want to go and leave it at that All your fortunize and perceptive ways (?) All done for naught when it gets down to this. Please, at least a few weeks? Forever Just a couple of days? Forever Can we at least keep the change? Forever and ever and ever Your barehead policy and your black would-be blues Just a show of hands with nothing to lose A credit card Christmas and a happy new year A disaster fund collection for the lucky And look at you Please Kingboy, you don't have to shout We heard you first time and we know what it's about Rockman's in the car and he's waiting outside We're ready to go and we want a ride Forever's such a long long time There's no wheel to the line Beyond the edge and before the dawn And in the place where they were born You wore it well, damged ways The JAMS have lived to every day They were sure that they would quit Let's get down, get on with it ---------------- King Boy's Dream ---------------- I'm cooler than Cool J Tougher than Tyson I'm aheavyweight rapper and I rule my nation I ain't no beat boy I hate that shite Golden chains and Def Jam hype Just a pair of Keds and some taggedy boots I'm six-foot-four I got good looks I ain't no dreamer No angry young man I know my past and I need no clan Don't need no beatbox to fill the floor Just click my fingers and they scream for more I'm a regal ruler for the party line I'm the King of Rap and I reign in rhyme I'm wiser than three king Solomon too He could only say "Chop the baby in two." Wilson is wicked James gets down When Elvis went toVegas he left me with the crown ------------- Porpoise Song ------------- Kingboy Kingboy Kingboy what's it all about? Talkin brittle was talkin' bout Made no sense to the gentleman by When you gonna learn That it's time to go? For fourteen days and fourteen nights we trolled these Northern seas Six of us and a galley pot and night in front of us I was just nineteen, the boy aboard Jack London was my stuff The rest of the crew were all bucky men but the skipper was the new MacDuff It was cold and wet dark and rough the work was never done For every four hours the chain bell rang with another catch to run Knee deep in fish gasping their last with our blades in hand We slit their throut and cleaned their guts and laughed at those on land One night alone and up on deck beyond O'Bailey's Bend Just me and my soul and the roar of the and swirling black below Wet spray knocked me cold and splashed me on my throat I was carried me hours by to float The roar of the deep has a mighty strong arm and me I was praying for wind As we wrestled there on that starboard sin And through the chunder of diesel power and crumbling cracks of sludge I heard a cry a sweet lament a clarion calls so strange Kingboy Kingboy Kingboy what's it all about? Talkin brittle was talkin' bout Made no sense to the gentleman by When you gonna learn That it's time to go? It's time to go It's time to go The porpoise is a mighty beast black and sleek and wild And there that night I chanced to meet a far romantic line (?) And this is what he sang to me as he leapt from wave to wave Claim your crown and join the JAMS the world is there to save Kingboy Kingboy Kingboy what's it all about? Talkin brittle was talkin' bout Made no sense to the gentleman by When you gonna learn That it's time to go? Go? Where? It's time to go I'm already there It's time to go So here we are at the end of the year like monkees to perform With a (ink) scratch here and a sample there the stature match your rank The twisted tons of troyser bait has left us what we are Well I'm a king I've made my choice now let's get to the bar Kingboy Kingboy Kingboy what's it all about? Talkin brittle was talkin' bout Made no sense to the gentleman by When you gonna learn That it's time to go? Are you takin' me? It's time to go Kingboy Kingboy Kingboy what's it all about? Kingboy Kingboy Kingboy what's it all about? Kingboy Kingboy Kingboy what's it all about? Kingboy Kingboy Kingboy how do you know? ------------------------ Prestwich Prophet's Grin ------------------------ It was New Year's Day a year ago The sky was black and blue I'd been passin' the time with kin and kid Seen the old year through While alehouse plummets and tabloids talk Could nae hit it off Wit han AIDS scare here and a blood test there And did the bishop have a view? Rap and scratch was all the rage It was nae last year's thing So I wrote a rap, hummed a tune And gave Rockman a ring In a video parlor for a couple of days We got ourselves a groove Then we cut the track And it read "from the JAMS with love to you" He got a badge was their ruin cause they found out what they were doin' Just makin; it easy to be clean up men To get the people song oh yeah Just makin' it easy to be clean up men To steal what they did, oh yeah If you read Rock press you'll know the rest And have your point of view It was Kingboy this and the JAMS do that We were hardly out of the news In our Galaxy cruiser, V-8 Ford We're always on patrol Whitney joined And ABBA left I completely lost control You ever run while others had fun But they found out all they had done Was made it easy to be in the clean up list And all the people's up, oh yeah They made it easy to be the Queen of dance They stole what they did, oh yeah (?) Now we ain't the JAMS; it was a passing thing Like love and sprts and fame strolled in and hip hop's out In the merry-go bullet game (?) Well marky said it's shorter now Roll the dice and win Yet the carols changed and we're the thugs the norther's pissed again Just makin' it easy to be in the clean up list And all the people's up, oh yeah Just makin' it easy to be the Queen of dance To steal what they did, oh yeah Just makin' it easy to be in the clean up list And all the people's up, oh yeah Just makin' it easy to be the Queen of dance To steal what they did, oh yeah ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Burn The Bastards <..> sampled, [..] crowd/chorus All right, sorry we're late But here we are, for one night only! Live on stage ?out on video? [JAMS have a party JAMS have a party JAMS have a party JAMS have a party] All we need is a beatbox for people who only need a beat You may want to hear some scratching just to hear a DJ scratch Got to have some House so let the master play his tune ? or maybe 'this is the beat' ? Stop playing trumpet Did you hear what I ?meant? [Mu! Mu!] build a fire [Mu! Mu!] stoke it good [Mu! Mu!] throw them on [Mu! Mu!] and watch the bastards burn [JAMS have a party JAMS have a party JAMS have a party JAMS have a party] Burn the bastards all right then take me to the bells just take me to the bells I wanna hear the bells [Mu! Mu!] Five to twelve [Mu! Mu!] almost gone [Mu! Mu!] 1987 [Mu! Mu!] what the fuck have we done? [JAMS have a party JAMS have a party JAMS have a party JAMS have a party] Alright, let's groove! [JAMS have a party JAMS have a party] Oh play that beat [JAMS have a party JAMS have a party] {And a very happy new year, from BBC1} Hey Rockman, this party's crap Do you know any others? Yeah? Well let's get there before the booze runs out and the ----cks have gone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ha! that's what they thought until I came along an put 'em straight! Me? I'm Ford Timelord, and the only party worth going to is... Is the one to celebrate your own number one hit single. Course, I had to arrange a few things first, like this.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------