WIMBLEDON

I've packed my bags and I've sold the amp
I'm moving out of rock
I've got the makings of a tennis champ
And so I'm bound for Wimbledon
All this decay is stifling me
Too much drugs and booze
And so I'm bound for Wimbledon
Where I win even if I lose

The backhand volley and the forehand smash
The lovely ladies and the prize in cash
Rock is dying but I'm going to live
It's not taking me down with it

The basic thing that appeals to me
The racquet doesn't lie
Unlike this racket called "the industry"
Cause it makes stars like Wimbledon
But half the stars are charlatans
Most of the rest are dead
And so I'm bound for Wimbledon
To grace the net instead

The backhand volley and the forehand smash
The lovely ladies and the prize in cash
Rock is dying but I'm going to live
It's not taking me down with it

Björn Borg and Vitas Gerulitis
Don't come down with serum hepatitis

And if in health I'll win 'cause I'm Australian
And we do well at Wimbledon

I'll have to practice every day and night
No time for writing songs
The only singles that I want to make
Are Centre Court ... at Wimbledon

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When you're parked with your lover and outside all is dark
Or making love with another under cover from the rain in the park
Be sure you abide by the rules
That make smart men brave and brave men fools
Refrain from action if in doubt 'cause if you overstep the mark
It's certain someone will shout
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I knew a man once who held society in his palm
He was a winner and a winger
He pushed women in the back with his charm
He was never offside, though he was always pretty off when he spoke
And I envied this man 'cause I was just an average bloke
Then one day he broke the rules, got drunk at a discotheque
Society threw him out for tripping up a debutante and grabbing round the neck
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I once went out with the same girl for nearly a year
She loved me so much she'd wait while I mated my beer
My concession to her was the same drive-in every week
I thought I could do what I liked and she'd never crack
But I retained possession too long and when I finally let her go
The siren had gone, my goals were empty before me
So berated and frustrated, I hit the referee
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JOEY BLACK

My name is Joey Black
I grew up by the dock
Never had good school reports
Fighting was my only sport
But lately times have changed
Everything's been rearranged
Now I find I don't belong
On the streets where I once roamed
These streets aren't safe for violence any more
All the trendies do's restore restore restore
And that's a bore
They ride their bicycles where we raced our cars
They take the billiard rooms
And turn them into flash wine bars
They talk about equality but the girls won't talk to me
I tell you that these streets aren't what they used to be
These streets don't ring to laughter any more
They stink of lawyers' dope that's hidden in the floor
These streets aren't safe for violence any more
All I ever wanted was to own the fmily house
But I can't afford it so I'm moving further out
They'll all take their photographs and write their poetry
About the emptiness of the new life that I lead
They'll try to keep me out by changing all the rules
They'll drink their funny tea, say money is for fools
Well I tell you I want all the money I can get
Cause that's the only way a guy like me can get ahead
And when I'm rich enough I'll bring back all my friends
And these streets will ring to violence once again