“Randy Scouse Git (live)”

(Micky: Mr. Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina.)
(Micky: Mr. Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina.)
(Micky: Mr. Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina.) (Davy: China Clipper calling Alameda.)
(Micky: Mr. Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina.) (Davy: China Clipper calling Alameda.)
(Micky: Mr. Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina.) (Davy: China Clipper calling Alameda.) (Peter: It is of my opinion that the people are intending.)
(Micky: Mr. Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina.) (Davy: China Clipper calling Alameda.) (Peter: It is of my opinion that the people are intending.)

She’s a wonderful lady, and she’s mine, all mine
And there doesn’t seem a way that she won’t come and lose my mind
It’s too easy humming songs to a girl in a yellow dress
Been a long time since the party, and the room is in a mess

The four kings of E.M.I. are sitting stately on the floor
There are birds out on the sidewalk and a valet at the door
He reminds me of a penguin with few and plastered hair
There’s talcum powder on the letter, and the birthday boy is there

Why don’t you cut your hair?
Why don’t you live up there?
Why don’t you do what I do
See what I feel when I care?

Now they’ve darkened all the windows, and the seats are naugahyde
I’ve been waiting for an hour, I can’t find a place to hide
The being known as Wonder Girl is speaking, I believe
It’s not easy tryin’ to tell her that I shortly have to leave

Why don’t you be like me?
Why don’t you stop and see?
Why don’t you hate who I hate
Kill who I kill to be free?

Davy: One time!

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Why don’t you cut your hair?
Why don’t you live up there?
Why don’t you do what I do
See what I feel when I care?

(She’s a wonderful lady) Why don’t you be like me?
(And she’s mine all mine) Why don’t you stop and see?
(And there doesn’t seem a way) Why don’t you hate who I hate
(That she won’t come and lose my mind) Kill who I kill to be free?

(It’s too easy humming songs) Why don’t you cut your hair?
(To a girl in yellow dress) Why don’t you live up there?
(Been a long time since the party) Why don’t you do what I do
(And the room is in a mess) See what I feel when I care?

Why don’t you be like me?
Why don’t you stop and see? (Davy: Micky! Micky!)
Why don’t you hate who I hate (Davy: Micky! MICKY!)
Kill who—

Micky: What are you—stop! What are you doing?
Davy: Micky! The song!
Micky: What?
Davy: It’s over!
Micky: What? It’s over?
Davy: The song is, the song is finished.
Micky: Song go bye-bye?
Davy: Yes!
Peter: And they call me the dummy.
Micky: [sobbing]