More songs by The Stranglers
Description
Keyboards, Vocals: Dave Greenfield
Producer: Dave Greenfield
Guitar, Vocals: Hugh Cornwell
Producer: Hugh Cornwell
Bass Guitar: Jean Jacques Burnel
Producer: Jean Jacques Burnel
Vocals: Jean Jacques Burnel
Drums, Percussion: Jet Black
Producer: Jet Black
Composer: Milton Mezzro
Arranger: The Stranglers
Lyrics and translation
Original
Back up boy forty five feet
Always looking for a freebie
Why don't you let up sometime
Hawks out here with his axe 'n' me with this lead sheet on
Tryna scuffle up those twos 'n' fews
For uncle so's I can bail out my full orchestration
Looks like he got me but this cat wouldn't feed grass to a horse in a concrete pasture
He's so tight he wouldn't buy a pair of shorts for a flea
Just look at him 'n' dig that vine
All off time his strollers look like he's ready to
Jump he's playing ketchup 'n' I got to tighten his wig
Hold it down 'n' I'll come up with line two like I said
Ain't nothin' to it just here
Ain't nothin' to it just here
Ain't nothin', ain't nothin' to it just here
I saw that dinner up the street guzzlin' foam in the drinkden and the sharks are droppin' the shucks
Like the yellow kid trying to tighten her
And weaving the four f's all around her
I nixed her out long ago man, she's too sometimey
She will and she won't
She do and she don't always on the fence and sleeps with her glasses on
Man
Man
Ain't nothin' ain't nothin' to it just here
She's faust to me, so skip it and forget it
She's faust to me, so skip it and forget it
She's faust to me, so skip it and forget it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it just here
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it just here
English translation
Back up boy forty five feet
Always looking for a freebie
Why don't you let up sometime
Hawks out here with his axe 'n' me with this lead sheet on
Tryna scuffle up those twos 'n' fews
For uncle so's I can bail out my full orchestration
Looks like he got me but this cat wouldn't feed grass to a horse in a concrete pasture
He's so tight he wouldn't buy a pair of shorts for a flea
Just look at him 'n' dig that vine
All off time his strollers look like he's ready to
Jump he's playing ketchup 'n' I got to tighten his wig
Hold it down 'n' I'll come up with line two like I said
Ain't nothin' to it just here
Ain't nothin' to it just here
Ain't nothin', ain't nothin' to it just here
I saw that dinner up the street guzzlin' foam in the drinkden and the sharks are droppin' the shucks
Like the yellow kid trying to tighten her
And weaving the four f's all around her
I nixed her out long ago man, she's too sometimey
She will and she won't
She do and she don't always on the fence and sleeps with her glasses on
Man
Man
Ain't nothin' ain't nothin' to it just here
She's faust to me, so skip it and forget it
She's faust to me, so skip it and forget it
She's faust to me, so skip it and forget it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it just here
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it
Ain't nothin' to it just here