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Lyrics for the following songs are featured here for your delectation:
Slumberland, Pimlico, My Magic Life, Cookie, One Hand, Who We Are, Gentleman Jim

SLUMBERLAND (b-side of original french 'ginger' 7")
Take a trip down the street of the living
It's all about love: that's shagging and forgiving
Down in Slumberland, I wanna join the bland
And if you know what's good for you
You're gonna close your eyes and you'll come to bed too down in Slumberland
I'll never understand
In Slumberland, Slumberland
Slumberland, hold my hand
Well my old man he used to say to me
"You've got to work 'til you die, you don't get nothing for free"
Down in Slumberland, the facts are contraband
And if you know what's good for you
You're gonna close your eyes and forget what to do down in Slumberland
A lovely stretch of sand
In Slumberland, Slumberland
Slumberland, join the bland
If you know what's good for you
You're gonna close your eyes and forget what to do down in Slumberland
You know I should be banned in Slumberland, Slumberland
Slumberland, hold my hand
So beautiful, so stylish, welcome to Slumberland

PIMLICO (debut uk single)
Sometimes London don't seem that appealing
Maybe your lover is living in Deptford
Going underground, head'll start to pound
When you take a bus, then you'll start to cuss
Maybe even swear a little bit
But we've all been to Pimlico
It's got a lovely gallery
Christopher Robin said buy me a pie, sir
Cockles and mussels, they'll help you forget her
We could take a trip on an open bus
We could fall in love, just the three of us
I wouldn't call the cops
Because we've all been to Pimlico
It's the kind of place lovers like to go
You'd better take your passport
Because you won't believe the dreams they've got to sell to you
Piles of bricks, yes any rubbish seems to do
If it were hung upside-down I couldn't tell
I don't know about you but we've all been to Pimlico
Living in London's not so bad, my old fruit
Maida Vale, Tim Brooke-Taylor and Loot
Going underground, head'll start to pound
When you take a bus, then you'll start to cuss
Maybe even swear a little bit
But we've all been to Pimlico
Why not take your family?
Because you won't believe the dreams they've got to sell to you
Piles of bricks, yes any rubbish seems to do
Any old iron? Listen to Brian
I don't know about you but we've all been had
Oh we've all (thank you) been to Pimlico
It's the kind of place lovers like to go
And if you don't, you will never know
It's got a lovely gallery
It's got a lovely gallery

MY MAGIC LIFE (b-side of 'Pimlico', re-telling of David Devant's autobiography)
As a child, my cradle was the cabinet of swords
The doctor told my mother I was born to tread the boards
My father volunteered, and he chose his Queen of Spades
And I must tell you everything before the memory fades
Oh how I love my magic life
Take off my wig, insert the knife
And have you met my spirit wife?
My magic life
Until the age of fourteen, in my bedroom I did stay
Then I discovered master magic and began to make my way
I played in Piccadilly and St George is always chilly
But they kept on coming back for more
My mascot, Muff the magic egg
A magic mirror, floating head
I wish someone would shut that door
And let me live my magic life
Take off my wig, insert the knife
And have you met my spirit wife?
My magic life
For three nights only I have a chance to make my name
The rest is history, but I'll tell you all the same
I played in Piccadilly and St George is always chilly
But they kept on coming back for more
My mascot, Muff the magic egg
A magic mirror, floating head
I wish someone would shut that door
And let me live my magic life
Take off my wig, insert the knife
And have you met my spirit wife, sir?
My magic life
From my wig right down to my silver boots
I'm going to sell my story to whoever it suits
Don't even need to know my name
All I need to know is what I became
My magic life
Oh, my magic, as if by magic, oh my magic life

COOKIE (don't cry for me) (second uk single)
There can be no denying
We like to see each other trying
Even the softest whisper
Can make a grown man sympathise
Right between your lies I want to be
A cuckoo always has his own key
So Cookie don't cry for me
Oh my Cookie don't cry for me
You won't like what you see if you cry for me
So Cookie's daddy was a sailor
And she grew up in a trailer park
Sucking on a greasy spoon
Waiting for a train but it came too soon
Oh hey, she was growing up in her own way
And soon she'll earn enough for three
So Cookie don't cry for me
Oh no Cookie don't cry for me
You won't like what you see if you cry for me
Cookie, won't you cook something up for me
And we can share an age-old recipe
Today I went to see her
Somebody said she'd moved away
She got an offer in the city
And now she's dancing twice a day
Putting on a wonderful display
And now she earns enough for three
So Cookie don't cry for me
Oh my Cookie don't cry for me
Oh no Cookie don't cry for me
You won't like what you see if you cry for me
Cookie

ONE HAND (b-side to 'cookie' single)
Oh the times I've said I'm leaving
And the times I've said I'm through
You can count upon one hand
But that's enough, it's long overdue
And the times I've sat and worried 'til my face was nearly blue
You can count upon one hand
So why didn't I, didn't I, didn't I go?
Cos you wouldn't, no you wouldn't, no you wouldn't let me know
Why didn't I, didn't I, didn't I say?
Cos you wouldn't, no you wouldn't listen anyway
So you're coming up towards me
With the shine in your hair
I can see that you've been running
But I don't know exactly where
You say your watch's working it reminds you of my face
You can count upon one hand
So why didn't I, didn't I, didn't I go?
Cos you wouldn't, no you wouldn't, no you wouldn't let me know
Why didn't I, didn't I, didn't I guess?
You wouldn't, no you wouldn't, no you wouldn't rest
I'm the same as anyone else
I don't wanna be left on the shelf
I'm gonna love you when I can
Cos I don't want to be an also-ran

WHO WE ARE (b-side of 'lie detector' re-release. meow!)
Said the owl to the pussycat
"What you looking at? Don't you know I was born like that?"
I saw them the other day, both adrift and washed away
Whoever would have forseen that?
Who we are, who we are
We could so easily fail
But we all just keep on sailing
The flowers were in cellophane
I was standing by the window pane
Staring into the ocean
And the boat began to sink, deeper down into the drink
My what a foggy notion
Who we are, who we are
We could so easily fail
But we all just keep on sailing
Keep on sailing
Said the owl to the pussycat
"Meow, what you looking at? Don't you know I was born like that?"

GENTLEMAN JIM (old live favourite, these lyrics from live MTV version)
Gentleman Jim, where should I begin to tell the story of your rise to fame?
Your mother was Irish, you were always so stylish
In a new, modern, sexy kind of way
Oh G.J. what should I say when they ask me if you were a fake?
Because you had all the tools and you laughed at the fools
Who couldn't find a house or a heart to break
So Gentleman Jim where should I begin to tell the story of your rise to fame?
Here he comes, Gentleman Jim
Where should I begin?
Introducing him, Gentleman Jim
Oh the room went dark, you were making your mark
Drawn like a moth to the flame
Oh G.J. they're gonna lock you away
Because they're looking for someone to blame for this
And I know all you are is a falling star, heading for my near future
We could look at the flowers and talk for hours
As long as the situation suits you
So Gentleman Jim where should I begin to tell the story of your rise to fame?
Here he comes, Gentleman Jim
Where should I begin?
Introducing him, Gentleman Jim
Gentle was the night I held you
Gentle was the fire that felled you
Gentleman Jim, your little sin, Gentleman Jim
Gentleman Jim, be gentle with him
So Gentleman Jim where should I begin to tell the story of your rise to fame?
Here he comes, Gentleman Jim
Where should I begin?
Introducing him, Gentleman Jim

All lyrics by Georgeson, except inaccurate ones.