The Stranglers - b**hing lyrics

b**hing 'bout the things we've seen b**hing 'bout the things we've been b**hing 'bout the loves we've had My, oh my it wasn't so bad When we had that to loosen our minds Hey little baby in the front row be kind Bar b**hing: telling you the gospel truth Bar b**hing: why don't you all go get screwed? Bar b**hing: why don't you tell me something new? Bar b**hing: Bar b**hing b**hing 'bout the Windsor C b**hing 'bout the Western Sea Why can't you all be like a Grainger man? Or even a Pheland man? I'll tell you what we'll meet in Amsterdam Then you'll see what should be really can Bar b**hing: telling you the gospel truth Bar b**hing: why don't you all go get screwed? Bar b**hing: why don't you tell me something new? Bar b**hing: Bar b**hing That's what I'm talking about Got anything to say No Well shut up There's a place with a lot of eyes Strange smoke perfume around the peaco*k guys And the girls they move their heat To the impulsive compulsive beat But that's another place another time Maybe we'll meet there in quite a short while Bar b**hing: telling you the gospel truth Bar b**hing: why don't you all go get screwed? Bar b**hing: why don't you tell me something new? Bar b**hing: I really don't know what to say It's gonna happen to us all one day And when it does you could have me too But until then I really don't know what to do I'm just gonna keep Bar b**hing: telling you the gospel truth Bar b**hing: why don't you all go get screwed? Bar b**hing: why don't you tell me something new? Bar b**hing: Bar b**hing, Bar b**hing, Bar b**hing, Bar b**hing