Tekster: Ian Hunter. Skeletons.
Bimbo, flirts, sluts in skirts
Muscles brightly glisten
Conversation's full of filth
Let's all have a listen
Oh dear, oh dear, we live in fear
Media bulbs a poppin'
If you're bent, they're on your scent
There can be no stoppin'
Peroxide blondes, vagabonds
Into 'eavy metal
Your hair looks like its been done
By a dyke with a score to settle
Mud needs raking
Photos taken of your murky past
Haunts you, taunts you
Love it don't you
Hey, hey, the gang's all here
Pimps 'n' pervs, straights 'n' queers
Enquiring minds want to sneer
At the skeletons in your closet
Sunday morning in the park
Down the pub or in the bath
We'll all have a good old laugh
At the skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
It's bloody marvelous, innit?
It's bloody marvelous, innit?
Juicy bits, saucy snips
There's gold in them, there gutters
Blue rinse mob on the job
Curtains all a-flutter
It's cheapo culture, bleeding ulcers
Burnt out by the score
Lurid tales never fails
To shock you to the core
Kinky boots 'n' rubber suits
It's all going on next door
Caught you, taught you
Love it don't you
If you've had your face re done
If you spank your girlfriend's bum
We can all join in the fun
At the skeletons in your closet
What's the world coming to?
Ain't we got nothin' better to do?
To spend all day sifting through
The skeletons in your closet
Hey, hey, the gang's all here
Pimps 'n' pervs, straights 'n' queers
Enquiring minds want to sneer
At the skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Muscles brightly glisten
Conversation's full of filth
Let's all have a listen
Oh dear, oh dear, we live in fear
Media bulbs a poppin'
If you're bent, they're on your scent
There can be no stoppin'
Peroxide blondes, vagabonds
Into 'eavy metal
Your hair looks like its been done
By a dyke with a score to settle
Mud needs raking
Photos taken of your murky past
Haunts you, taunts you
Love it don't you
Hey, hey, the gang's all here
Pimps 'n' pervs, straights 'n' queers
Enquiring minds want to sneer
At the skeletons in your closet
Sunday morning in the park
Down the pub or in the bath
We'll all have a good old laugh
At the skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
It's bloody marvelous, innit?
It's bloody marvelous, innit?
Juicy bits, saucy snips
There's gold in them, there gutters
Blue rinse mob on the job
Curtains all a-flutter
It's cheapo culture, bleeding ulcers
Burnt out by the score
Lurid tales never fails
To shock you to the core
Kinky boots 'n' rubber suits
It's all going on next door
Caught you, taught you
Love it don't you
If you've had your face re done
If you spank your girlfriend's bum
We can all join in the fun
At the skeletons in your closet
What's the world coming to?
Ain't we got nothin' better to do?
To spend all day sifting through
The skeletons in your closet
Hey, hey, the gang's all here
Pimps 'n' pervs, straights 'n' queers
Enquiring minds want to sneer
At the skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Skeletons in your, skeletons in your, skeletons in your closet
Ian Hunter
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