Dirty Mind

Ladies and gentleman

For your listening pleasure

Live from England:

The solid state sound of pure sex...

In the corner shops times are hard

Faces thin as credit cards

I walk past posters selling simple sex, ooh!

And all the records using cheap effects

I'm going down to the station in the heart of town

To buy a ticket just to hang around

I've got a dirty mind

I've got a dirty mind

Take a look at yourself

You stare are you looking at me

Or just an image from your colour TV

Dollar signs and neon lights

Shine on the people every night

I'm going down to the river to wash my sins away

But they'll be back tomorrow anyway

I've got a dirty mind

I've got a dirty mind

Take a look at yourself

I've got imagination

I got hallucinations

Do you want some?

I've got a dirty mind

I've got a dirty mind

Take a look at yourself

Smelling like a rose

Looking like a queen

I'll have a double dose If you know what I mean

Went down to the river

With no one to trust

When you know what you want

Then you do what you must

But you'd better think smart

And take my advice

Just think of nothing

And double it twice

I bought you a trumpet

And a brand new suit

Just don't be disappointed

When you lick the fruit