dance little rude boy
dury, ian
with your natty threads and your nifty dreads
and the dagenham royal swagger
with your tricky spiels and your cuban heels
and the face of a carpet-bagger
with your sweet cologne and your mobile phone
and the moves of a desperado
you will cut a swathe on your gangster's lathe
and an overdose of bravado
we see you're double hip to the trippy tip
and you're searching every quarter
you can throw more shapes than a jack-a-napes
to someone's lovely daughter
you've got to know something
drive me to the west wing
drive me to the best thing
that has happened to me all night
you turned up trumps in your purple pumps
and a little bit of made to measure
with your shiny frock and your yellow socks
you're addressing it to your pleasure
with an urchin crop and a skimpy top
you've got to have a good thing going
with your lazy grace and your crazy face
who cares if your slip is showing?
now we can see you're hip to the mother ship
when you pop into the north horizon
you're the one who's having all the fun
so dance little rude girl
you've got to know something!
and leave me there all night
with your natty threads and your nifty dreads
and the dagenham royal swagger
with your tricky spiels and your cuban heels
and the face of a carpet-bagger
with your sweet cologne and your mobile phone
and the moves of a desperado
you will cut a swathe on your gangster's lathe
and an overdose of bravado
you've got to know something!
drive me to the west wing
drive me to the best thing
that has happened to me all night
and leave me there all night