Wet Rubber Soup

Lyrics
[HAIG, spoken] He's seated now, and almost ready to begin [BLINT, spoken] Lead me in with a count of 17, Mr Stapleton, then wave your baton [WALTER, spoken] Er, one, two, three four Guard, guard, guard Load up, load up, load up, load up, load up Load up, load up, load up, up, load up, load up The national guard Load up, load up, load up, up, load up, load up Load up, load up, load up, up, load up, load up Guard, the national guard, the national, national The national, the national g-g-guard Never think about it Load up, load up, load up with rub Load up, load up, load up with rub Never think about it Load up, load up, load up, up, with rub Never think about it Load up, load up Just give it to 'em Bullets, load up, load up, load up, bullets, load up, load up Bullets, load up, load up, load up, bullets, load up, load up The national guard, guard I went to a party at the county jail All the con's were dancing, they began to wail They were in de street, dancing in de street But that was indiscreet Whatya gonna do about it? The band was playing, thеre was plenty of booze So I callеd Furillo at Hill Street Blues There's a riot going on Whatya gonna do about it? Whatya gonna do about it? Furillo and his men made it to the jail You should have heard those sirens wail There's a woman going round Death Row There's a woman going round Death Row Whatya gonna do about it? Whatya gonna do about it? Whatya gonna do about it? Ah-ha ha Whatya gonna do about it? Whatya gonna do about it? Whatya gonna do about it? Life is a mini, life is a mini, life is a mini Life is a minestrone Life is a minestrone Life is a minestrone Life is a mini, mini, mini, minestrone Mini, mini, mini, minestrone Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up She gets more fan mail than the Pope, in church today Let's get this romance cooking, honey Minnie Mouse has got it up Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up She gets more fan mail than the Pope She gets more fan mail than the Pope Life is a minestrone served up with parmesan cheese Death is a cold lasagne suspended in deep freeze Life is a minestrone served up with parmesan cheese Death is a cold lasagne suspended in deep freeze Mini, mini, mini, minestrone, mini, mini, mini, minestrone, mini, mini, mini, minestrone Mini, mini, mini, minestrone, mini, mini, mini, minestrone, mini, mini, mini, minestrone C'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto C'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto C'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto C'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto c'mon Pluto Own up, own up, Mickey Own up, own up, Mickey Own up, own up, Mickey Own up Mickey Thank you, goodnight Be quiet Big boys don't cry, you make me wanna cry Big boys don't cry, you make me wanna cry Big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry Big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry Don't cry It's because Be quiet big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry Big boys don't cry, Big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry Cry Cry You don't know how to ease my pain, you don't know You don't know how to ease my pain Don't you hear any voices crying? That's the sound of my love dying Here comes the rain You don't know how to ease my pain, you don't know You don't know how to ease my pain Don't you know what the sound is calling? It's the sound of my tears falling Or is it the rain? You don't know You don't know how to play the game, and you cheat, you lie You make me wanna cry You make me wanna cry, cry You make me wanna cry You don't know how to ease my pain, you don't know You don't know how to ease my pain Don't you hear any voices crying? That's the sound of my love dying Here comes the rain You don't know how to play the game, and you cheat, you lie You don't even know how to say goodbye You don't even know how to say goodbye You don't even know how to say goodbye You make me wanna. Cry You make me wanna cry You don't know You don't even know how to You don't even know how to say goodbye You make me wanna cry You don't even know how to say goodbye You make me wanna cry Cry Cry, cry, cry
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Credits
- Writers
- Eric Stewart
- Graham Gouldman
- Kevin Godley
- Lol Creme
- Peter Cook