Dinner At The Ritz - The Lyrics

 

Momma's Boy


(Broughton/Mason)


They tell me he's a menace to man, this boy of mine

They say they're gonna take him away, make him tow the line

Don't take him away, Don't take him away.


A handsome and intelligent child, he's nobody's fool

They showed him round the chemistry lab and later lost the school.

Don't take him away, Don't take him away.


Chorus
Cause he's a Momma's boy, always been good to his

Momma that boy has always been good,cause

He's a Momma's boy, always been good to his

Momma that boy, he never does what he should,

we say Momma!



It's almost like holiday camp, if you're nice to me

I'm what they call your commandant, I'm here to please

Leave him with me, leave him with me.

Chorus
Cause he's a Momma's boy, always been good to his

Momma that boy has always been good, cause

He's a Momma's boy, always been good to his

Momma that boy, he never does what he should,

we say Momma!

 


Walk On The Water


(Mason/Thomas/Slamer)


I saw him selling scenes from illegal dreams

The dude with an eye for a dime

Michael, my disciple...


Then there was John the faithless one

He was a sunny side boy on a money call

Colossal apostle...


They found us in a tent by the river Trent

We stood in the stream, killing bream

An old-time revival...


Chorus

Why don'cha!

Take a walk on the water, take a walk on the water,

take a walk on the water...Chilly, chilly cold.

Take a walk on the water, take a walk on the water,

take a walk on the water...Chilly, chilly.


Hey Jude with Your eyes giving guilt to mine

You caught me turning the water to wine

Water Divining


In a massive country pad

Slowly going mad, gimme a banner headline

and a space in "TIME" "The boy has the Power."


Chorus


So here we had three believers in me

With virgin white robes and mystical strobes

Mazuma time with a neon sign

Forget the tent now the money's spent.


Chorus


 


Narcissus



(Mason, Thomas)


Lying here beside myself with joy

I am too much for my mirror

Mama said she wished me dead

Called me bad, too bad...


I fell in love as a boy

Opened my eyes and saw my shadow

With eyebrows raised, they searched my face

And found my mate, too late...


Chorus

Don't need no audience round me I'm fond of my own company

Who wants the birds and the bees when I've always got me up my sleeve.

Who said that no mans an island surrounded by nothing but sea I

I tell you he's wrong and misguided I stand here surrounded by me.


(Breaking up the mirror, you're a sinner, you're a sinner

...Breaking up the mirror; you're a sinner you're a

sinner. . .)


"Come down to earth" They called up to me

"We have a bed to ease your journey, crazy fools are born to bruise,

But we've the cure for both of you.

Don't need no audience round me I'm fond of my own company

Who wants the birds and the bees when I've always got

me up my sleeve (etc)

 

 

Dinner At The Ritz


(Mason/Thomas)


Do you think that we could risk an evening at the Ritz!

Another shabby hotel room would really blitz my ego.

Why must we meet like this! Sharing illicit kisses

You turn a blind eye to the fact that your leaving my heart in pieces.


I know a little cafe noir where we can sit and count the stars

We can stay till the early hours, supposing of course they allow us

And when they play "As Time Goes By" memories seem to hide here

And while the world is deep in slumber we'll dance the the eternal rumba.


Won't you come away with me

Leave it all behind

There's a happy ending somewhere

between the lines...


What more can you ask of me, yet another Penthouse suite!

Going through my dimes and quarters, slipping away like water.

So through her expensive tastes your pockets have gone to waste

And I can tell by the way you lie there you're only a paper tiger.


No more early mornings as I gaze in Your eyes

No more hidden kisses and sleepy lullabies...


I'm constantly aware of the things we can never share

At the stork club some chic little pub that I could never afford...

But I wish that I could bare your ultra feminine flair

For your accent on current events over dinner drives me spare...

Dinner at the Ritz, I'd be pleased to make an appointment

I'll be at your door an hour before we arranged

(Repeated)


 

Goodby Blue Monday


(Mason, Slamer, Thomas)


Sign here sunshine never to look back again

Your star sign tells me it's all in the plan

Let's talk business over a bottle of wine

Feel dizzy! Seemingly this is the time...


Goodbye blue Monday no-one to drag me out of bed

No more signing on at ten

I'II be a starving star instead.


Hey all you creepers just form a line to kiss my ass

I'm telling you this dude's got class

just bow your head and raise your glass.


Goodbye blue Monday, this boy needs an entourage

Something to fill the third garage

Maybe they'll auction Ceasar's barge...


Watch band-wagons, fashion is forcing the man to hang on

Helplessly shaking his can...

Still more TV. drinks in a nameless motel

Promoting a gala performance in hell.


And so the press say that they're growing tired of me

To hell with friends and N.M.E's

They only write those things to tease


You never guessed that I was in it for the bread

I only played to get ahead

See where the hype has finally led.


Goodbye blue Monday no-one to drag me out of bed

No more signing on at ten

I'II be a starving star instead...]'m a leader

I'm a leader (Repeated)

Bye-bye, bye blue Monday

Bye-bye, bye blue Monday...(Repeated)



 

The Violin


(Mason, Broughton)


A kindly word for friends and strangers almost anyone she meets

A lonely house at the end of the road full of silly memories

And when the locals laugh at her she turns a blind eye to it all

She sees the irony and so what no-one really meant it

A grey old lady, touched and lonesome, just a little bit eccentric

But no-one sees the secrets hidden in a diary stowed beneath the stairs


Chorus
And she sat that night in her chair by the fire hearing his violin

Tears appeared and burned her cheeks as he caressed every string

As the dawn arrives to hurt her eyes the coals are growing dim

And when the room grows cold she still recalls every inch of him.


Germaine was a leggy lady, barely old enough to know how

To hold the right knife at the table it was difficult but somehow

She caught the eye of an evening pirate and he sailed his way into her heart


Her Valentino played violin till it was well into the night

Enjoyed her evening oh so much although she never ate a bite

So Cinderella lost her slipper to a Lilting, Latin Gigolo.



Chorus

.And he stood that night by the tableside playing his violin

Tears arrived in Germaine's eyes as he caressed every string

As the day appeared with the tables cleared, she was still there listening

And she rose to go with her eyes still closed, but she paused to glance at him.

There was no-one there but her and as she sadly took her fur, she heard...

A little weary eyed, but smiling she wandered home...

alone.


Then every evening she came back to her table by the window

Anxious lady looking for the man who lit her candle

And as the waiters took their coats she'd stand and leave to call a cab.


They closed the Ritz at the end of the war, they had boards on every door

With peeling paint and ceiling cracked and not a carpet for the floor

But some have seen a candle flicker through an old and broken windowpane.


Chorus

Now she sits at night in her chair by the fire, hearing his violin

Tears appear and burn her cheeks as he caresses every string

As the dawn arrives to hurt her eyes, the coals are growing dim

And when the room grows cold she still recalls every inch of him.

When he stood that night by the tableside playing his violin

Tears arrived in Germaine's eyes as he caressed every string

And when the day appeared with the tables cleared,

she was still there listening

And she rose to go with her eyes still closed, but she paused to glance at him.

A little weary eyed, but smiling she wandered home...

alone.



 

 

State Secrets - A Thriller


(Mason, Broughton)


i) State Secrets

Got myself a secret in a briefcase

Desperation rendezvous and don't be late

Mata Hari maiden, milky silky stocking

Freezen' war lolly, going iron curtain shopping.


Civil service sandwiches and there's no bar

I'd much prefer an ounce or two of caviare

There's a plane just leaving, it's gonna take me there

Something tells me that Moscow's hip this time of year


Chorus

State secrets straight from my heart

Aaah they make you shiver

State secrets straight from my heart

Aaah C'mon deliver.


Take myself a long awaited holiday

One with all advantages of extra pay

Make a Kremlin cutie for to be my comrade

And if the streets are paved with roubles then I'II stay


Chorus

State secrets straight from my heart

Aaah they make you shiver

State secrets straight from myheart

Aaah C'mon deliver.

ii) Heavy Breathing

He's not the type of guy that you'd recognise

There's nothing to suggest that he's a prize winner

His only claim to fame is a plaque above his bed says

he's a good boy.

He's not the sort of man you could easily like

You can't exactly say that he's a nice guy

His only one delight is to see her late at night before the

curtains are drawn.

Chorus

Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control

Oooh heavy breathing he'd sell you his soul.

You'll find him in the waiting room just wasting time

Fumbling in his pockets for some loose change

His shoes are even older than the chip upon his shoulder

You'll find him easily bribed.


He really feels that detante is a dirty word

He'd gladly throw a spanner in the skoda

You've got to catch this guy before he reaches

Chou-En-Lai

That's him succinctly described.


Chorus

Oooh heavy breathing he's out of control

Oooh heavy breathing he'd sell you his soul.

iii) Spring In Peking

Can I interest you...in a lychee nut

Through your decadent yearning they say Rome is still

burning

There's a perfect view when your eyes are shut

Please ignore the warnings there's no against yawning


When your rice-wined eyes...meet the rising sun

You'll forget you're in prison as the paddy fields glisten.


Chorus

Spring in Peking where the wind meets the sea

Just follow me to the land of the free

Spring in Peking Aaah...

Now your free to move...anyplace you want

But if ever we lost you there's a bug in your nostril

We've a lot to lose if we found you gone

Consider what it would cost you if the other side got you

Here's your home from home called the gilded cage

All at peace and contented these are words we invented.


Chorus

Spring in Peking where the wind meets the sea

Just follow me to the land of the free

Spring in Peking Aaah...


 

 

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