There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis Just like you swore to me that you'd be true There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you
‘Twas Joey the weasel that gave us the wire They were closing our factory down We didn’t believe him and called him a liar The redundancy letters came round
Low rider don't drive too fast... Take a little trip, take a little trip Take a little trip and see Take a little trip, take a little trip Take a little trip with me...
Near far in our motor car Oh what a happy time we'll spend Bang bang chitty chitty bang bang our fine four fendered friend Bang bang chitty chitty bang bang our fine four fendered friend.....
Love hurts, love scars Love wounds and marks And heart not tough Or strong enough To take a lot of pain Take a lot of pain Love is like a cloud Holds a lot of rain
Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around or desert you, Never gonna make you Cry Never gonna say Goodbye Never gonna tell a Lie or hurt you...