Hot Head

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Hugh Cornwell - Pop

Hot Head

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When we met I thought that you'd take off and try to fly Then a man with giant lips began to catch your eye Then you told me all about your pilots license rules I could understand you first and [?] be fresh from school You were caught (you were caught) On a hook (on a hook) It was straight (it was straight) From a book (from a book) Didn't listen to advice and started telling tales On the runway low on gas your engine starts to fail If you tried (if you tried) You could win (you could win) Extra time (extra time) Take a spin (take a spin) Hot head Hot head I hear that you're coming through (Here she comes it's the hot head) Your ears are burning that's nothing new (When the neighborhood hot head) Hot head you're wearing no parachute! Knowing one or two up in the blue prepared me good First of all my favourite pilot in my neighbourhood Still in flight (still in flight) With her man (with her man) Riding high (riding high) Understand (understand) Hot head Hot head I hear that you're coming through (Here she comes it's the hot head) Your ears are burning that's nothing new (When the neighborhood hot head) Hot head you're wearing no parachute! This is a mayday If you tried (if you tried) You could win (you could win) Extra time (extra time) Take a spin (take a spin) Hot head Hot head I hear that you're coming through (Hot head) Your ears are burning that's nothing new (When the neighborhood hot head) Hot head you're wearing no parachute! (Here she comes it's the hot head) Hot head I hear that you're coming through (Hot head) Your ears are burning that's nothing new (Hot head) Hot head you're wearing no parachute You got no parachute hot head Hot head I hear that you're coming through (Here she comes it's the hot head) Your ears are burning that's nothing new (From your room it's a hot head) Hot head you're wearing no parachute You got no parachute hot head Hot head Hot head I hear that you're coming through (Here she comes it's the hot head) Your ears are burning that's nothing new (Hot head) Hot head you're wearing no parachute!

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  • Hugh Cornwell