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Richard O'Brien: 37 song lyrics        320 views

Why should I even try
To leave the light and die
It's so warm in your embrace
I like it when I'm in your face
Ain't that to cry for
Ain't that to die for

When someone hits the spot
Then they are not forgot
Especially when someone
Shines brighter than the morning sun
Ain't that to cry for
Ain't that to die for

Some people they say that they don't want to come out
Some people they say that's what they're all about
Now the quick of us pick Icarus as a stinker of a pilot
But anyone that near the sun
Ain't no shrinking violet
Ain't that to die for

Ain't that to die for
Ain't that to cry for
Ain't that to die for

So let that love light blaze
Engage the gaze of praise
If you don't have a voice
Then baby you don't have no choice
Ain't that to cry for
Ain't that to die for

If I should call you an angel, it's because I think you're divine
But you must make sure that you don't change at all.
Or I just might change my mind.
I've loved many a woman and left many a man
Between the Devil and the deep blue sea
But you've got something I don't understand
And it brings out the angel in me

(Oh, yes it is)
(Yes you know it's true)
(You know it's true)

For many nights and many days I've loved the thought of you
(thought of you)
Through many years, too many tears, you know I've sought for you.
(sought for you)
You gave this iron fist a velvet glove
And when we kissed, that's when I fell in love
Maybe I'm a devil, but this time I'm on the level
Yes you bring out the angel in me

(Oh, yes it is)
(Yes you know it's true)
(You know it's true)

I called it fun, like hit and run, a game of peek-a-boo.
(peek-a-boo)
I'd climb inside my Mr. Hyde and come and seek for you
(seek for you)
I've been insane with pain and jealousy
But now I'll change all that, just wait and see
Maybe I'm a demon, and maybe I'm just dreaming
But you bring out the angel in me

You bring out the angel in me

If I should call you an angel
It's because I think you're divine
But you must make sure that you don't change at all
Or I just might change my mind
I've loved many a woman and left many a man
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
But you've got something I don't understand
And it brings out the angel in me

For many days and many nights I've loved the thought of you
Through many years too many tears you know I've sought for you
You gave this iron fist a velvet glove
And when we kissed that's when I fell in love
Maybe I'm a devil but this time I'm on the level
And you bring out the angel in me

I called it fun like hit and run a game of peek a boo
I'd climb inside my Mister Hyde and come and seek for you
I've been insane with pain and jealousy
But now I'll change all that just wait and see
Maybe I'm a demon and maybe I'm just dreaming
But you bring out the angel in me

Yes you do
Yes you know it's true
Oooh oooh

Some people do it for compassion
Some people do it for the fashion
Some people do it to be funny
Some people do it for the money
Some people do it for enslavement
Some people do it on the pavement
But...

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
No matter how the wind is blowing

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
We just gotta keep going

Some people do it for each other
Some people do it for their lover
Some people do it for improvement
Some people do it for the movement
Some people do it for enjoyment
Some people do it for employment
But...

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
No matter how the wind is blowing

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
We just gotta keep going

Brighton, Brighton, you've got no pretension
You're where the heart is, you're OK
Brighton, Brighton, you've got no pretension
You're the acceptable face
Of the human race
You're Brighton, Brighton, U.K.

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
No matter how the wind is blowing

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
We just gotta keep going
We just gotta keep going
We just gotta keep going

We just gotta keep going!

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Al Wheeler and Deadpan Dolores. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Deadpan Dolores
and Al Wheeler

Beware of the thief who steals your belief
Beware of the smile with the perfect teeth
Beware of the wolf dressed up as a sheep
Beware of the pill that makes you sleep
Beware of strangers bearing gifts
Beware of hot-shots wearing lifts
Beware of the dark
And never, ever trust a grinning shark
Because, once-bitten, twice shy
And the bite is somehow more than a suggestion
Once is an accident
Twice is coincidence
But three times, begs the question
Beware of jumped-up guards, and bumped-up odds
Beware of "gorillas" packing rods
Beware of "little Miss Understood"
Beware of the gypsies in the wood
Beware of the man with the carpetbag
Beware of the drunk when he starts to gag
Beware of the dog
And never kiss a chick who kissed a frog
What kind of a girl do you think I am? (spoken)
Once-bitten, twice shy
And the biter rarely gets the indigestion
Once is an accident
Twice is coincidence
But three times, begs the question, begs the question, begs the question

Who is the one true friend of America?
Friend of her people from farmer to Senator
Keeping America safe from the predator
So that the weak and the meek shall inherit her
Who in the fight for our rights always wins them all
Wielding justice from above!
Who stands for me and for you and for principle
Captain Invincible, that's who!

A wop bop pow!
And a right!
Put up a fight
And put out your lights
Wham bam splat!
And you K.O.
You are America's dream!
America
I'm wrapped
I'm trapped
I've been sapped
'Till I'm insensible
I'm trapped
I'm wrapped
In Captain Invincible

A wop bop pow!
And a right!
Put up a fight
And put out your lights
Wham bam splat!
And you K.O.
You are America's dream!
America
I'm wrapped
I'm trapped
I've been sapped
'Till I'm insensible
I'm trapped
I'm wrapped
In Captain Invincible
Invincible, Invincible
Invincible, Invincible

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Sgt. Polnik. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Sgt. Polnik

If you want something enough, you'll get it
It's just a matter of concentration
I knew someday
I'd get my way
I'm going to get me a list of names
Names of a bundle of dames
And one by one, I'll charm them with some witty conversation
It's my turn
You're gonna see the lamb become a lion
It's my turn
I've got more than my share to get me by on
So if envy turns you weak
And your love life's looking bleak
As the tears roll down your cheek
I'll just say "Cry on!"
If you want a powder puff, forget it
In fact, my act's kind of underrated
I knew sometime
I'd get what's mine
You see, I've gone and got it fixed
To mix with considerable chicks
And when we're done they'll know that it was fickle finger fated
It's my turn
You're gonna see the lamb become a lion
It's my turn
I've got more than my share to get me by on
So if envy turns you weak
And your love life's looking bleak
As the tears roll down your cheek
I'll just say "Cry on!"
Chickens everywhere
Will be desirous of my savoir-faire
All the guys gonna stop and stare
And wish they had my flair
I'll just turn around casually and say
It's my turn
You're gonna see the lamb become a lion
It's my turn
I've got more than my share to get me by on
So if envy turns you weak
And your love life's looking bleak
As the tears roll down your cheek
I'll just say "Cry on!"
"Cry on!"
"Cry on!"

When you're hot and got that erotic feeling
There's only one dance when it's push comes to shove
It don't take long to get it when you got to get the healing
The name of the dance is the dance of love
(dance of love)
It's divine
Dance of love
It's divine

When you're hot to trot out an exotic notion
Exactly like the one I know you're thinking of
It don't take long to get it when you got to get the motion
The name of the dance is the dance of love
(dance of love)
It's divine
The dance of love
It's divine

There's no need to know me
Just come to me, show me
That I'm the light
(the light)
You're the moth
(the moth)
Together we can do the dance of love
Come to me slowly
With no sanctimony, just love
We'll do the dance of love
Ooh, it's divine
The dance of love
It's divine

When you're cool to fool with a hypnotic ache you
Relate to like the piano does to Rachmaninov
It don't take long to get it when you got it let it take you
The name of the dance is the dance of love
(dance of love)
Ooh, it's divine
The dance of love
It's divine

Everybody here
Suffers from their sanity
Thinking too much
Has it's own built in inanity
Stop egging the disease on by
Begging for a reason from above
We do the dance of love
Ooh, it's divine
The dance of love
It's divine

When you're hot and got that erotic feeling
There's only one dance when it's push comes to shove
It don't take long to get it when you got to get the healing
The name of the dance is the dance of love
(dance of love)
Ooh, it's divine
The dance of love
It's divine
The dance of love
It's divine
The dance of love
It's divine!

Sherry Mendez

Mi hombre de Los Angeles (NOTE 1)
Mi hombre de las sombras
Mi hombre you are a stray
That's why you play around
But there is no need for enticement
For I burrrrrrrrrning with excitement
Mi hombre of the angels
Mi hombre of the shadows

Mysterious Whisper

(In the night)

Sherry Mendez

All cats are brown

Al Wheeler

Grey!

Sherry Mendez

No, Brown!!!!

Mi hombre de sospechas (NOTE 2)
Mi hombre de encanto (NOTE 3)
Mi hombre you say someday
You want to settle down
But there's no need for decision
"Por tu" plan that's in collision (NOTE 4)
Mi hombre of decision
Mi hombre of delight

Mysterious Whisper

(In the night)

Sherry Mendez

All cats are brown

Sgt. Polnik

Grey!

Sherry Mendez

No, Brown!!!!

You can flatter me, mi hombre
When the lights are down
But no matter what you would say
In the night
All cats are brown

NOTE 1: These first two lines translate as "My man is from Los Angeles (the City of the Angels), My man is from the shadows".
NOTE 2: This is a "best fit" guess to what everyone heard ("sus esperchace" and "de suspechas") and it approximately means "My man of suspicions" or "My man above suspicions". To fit with the scheme of the first verse, it should have to do with "decision", not "suspicion".
NOTE 3: "de encanto" means "of delight". Assumably, Sherry is referring to sexual pleasure previously brought to her by Al.
NOTE 4: "Por tu" means "for your" or "for you" so this translates as "For your plan is in collision".

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Doc Murphy, Al Wheeler, Sgt. Polnik, and Sheriff Lavers. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Voice

Her name's Deadpan Dolores
She works as a stripper in some dump called "The Club Extravaganza"

Solo #1

Deadpan Dolores is more than just your average bump and grind
She owns a pink and golden skin
That somehow fits within
A G-string that's been carelessly designed

Solo #2

Deadpan Dolores is hotter than two supernova suns
She don't need no hunk of bra (NOTE)
To hide no telltale scars -- she's a big star
And you want to see her buns

Chorus

Deadpan Dolores - too hot for the chorus
She makes the sweat pump out of your pores
Your heart jumps as the temperature soars

Various Solo Voices

Arousing!
Exotic!
Suggestive!
Erotic!

Chorus

Delectable Deadpan Dolores
Delectable Deadpan Dolores
(Musical Interlude)
Tell us about it Wheeler!

Al Wheeler

Deadpan Dolores is going to get a visit from the man
God willing she'll start spilling
The evidence is thrilling
How fulfilling
Just to weigh it in my hands

Chorus

Deadpan Dolores - too hot for the chorus
She makes the sweat pump out of your pores
Your heart jumps as the temperature soars

Various Solo Voices

Fragrant!
And flirty!
Flagrantly
Dirty!

Chorus

Delectable Deadpan Dolores
Delectable Deadpan Dolores

NOTE: One person heard "half-cut bra".

Well I wanna say hello to the human race.
I wanna stop awhile and put a smile on your face.
If I like what I see, then we'll head back to your place
And I'll be disgracefully yours.

I don't care about your color or your race or creed.
We'll have fun if you're a mongrel or you're pedigreed.
I only wanna thrill you and fulfill your need,
But I'll be disgracefully yours.

I'm inclined to spit and bite a bit and scratch you.
(But he finds that most don't mind behind locked doors)
So I suggest you get undressed and let me catch you.
I'll be distastefully, disgracefully all yours.

You may see yourself above me on some other plane,
But I know somehow you're thinking of me now and again.
So sell yourself to Hell and we'll let Heaven reign,
And I'll be disgracefully yours.

(He's inclined to spit and bite a bit and scratch you)
But I find that most don't mind behind locked doors.
(He suggests you get undressed and let him catch you)
I'll be distastefully, disgracefully all yours.

You may see yourself above me on some other plane,
But I know somehow you're thinking of me now and again.
So sell yourself to Hell and we'll let Heaven reign,
And I'll be disgracefully yours.

I'll be disgracefully...
Oh so distastefully...
I'll be disgracefully yours.

Captain Invincible

I had chums in the Wall Street crash
Who made a hash of their sums
And burned their mothers for cash
They turned into bums in a flash
I've known monkeys who were doing OK
Who met flunkies that would blow you away
They were junkies in less than a day
There are pushers and hoodlums of great dedication
That without hesitation supply medication
One minute you're a looker that looked
And the next you're a hooker that's hooked

Mr. Midnight

Long before the great Big Bang
There was evil in the Void
Long before the first bird sang
Evil was enjoyed

Captain Invincible

Long before the dawn of man
There was born an evil plan
Believe me when I say that
There's no other side to Midnight

Hold on, sit tight
You never ever did right
Roll on Midnight
You're spoiling for the big fight
Mr. Evil Midnight

Mr. Midnight

Long before the sands of time
There was evil doing well
Long before the birth of crime
There was evil building Hell

Captain Invincible

Long before the Age of Reason
Evil waged unholy treason
Believe me that no mother
Ever cried for Midnight

Chorus

He's a creature of a thousand disguises

Captain Invincible

But the man behind the mask
Remains the same

Chorus

If he's really who you think he is,
You're in for some surprises.
What a ???. What a ???.
What a ??? ??? ??? ???.

Mr. Midnight

Long before the crack of doom
There was evil in the air
Long before we left the womb
There was evil everywhere

Captain Invincible

Long before the troupe was found
Evil used to cruise around
Believe me, it's a one-way
Ride for Midnight

Captain Invincible and Chorus

Hold on, sit tight
You never ever did right
Roll on Midnight
You're spoiling for the big fight
Mr. Evil Midnight

Captain Invincible

Now I'm gonna keep my grip tight

Mr. Midnight

I'm going to take a big bite

Captain Invincible

Gonna get a big fight
Mr. Evil Midnight

Chorus

Mr. Evil Midnight

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Patty Keller, Al Wheeler, Sgt. Polnik, and Sheriff Lavers. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Chorus

There's trouble in Pine City
There's trouble in Pine City
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Trou----ble

Well, falling, falling, falling
This drop's impossible
Think, don't panic
Young women shouldn't be so manic (NOTE)

Various Solo Voices

Did she jump?
Was she pushed?
Or did she fall?

Patty Keller

I've fallen for love
I've fallen for guys
I've fallen for jokes
I've fallen for alibis
I've fallen on hard times
I've fallen for lines
I've fallen from grace
I've fallen in my own eyes
The adrenaline's flowing
There's a strange sense knowing it all
But did I jump?
Was I pushed?
Or did I fall?

Chorus

Falling, falling, falling
This drop's impossible
Think, don't panic
Young women shouldn't be so manic (NOTE)

Various Solo Voices

Did she jump?
Was she pushed?
Or did she fall?

Patty Keller

I've fallen from virtue
I've fallen for vice
I've fallen on hard times
I've fallen for alibis
I've fallen on deaf ears
I've fallen for lies
I've fallen in debt
I've fallen too many times
The adrenaline's flowing
There's a strange sense knowing it all
But did I jump?
Was I pushed?
Or did I fall?

Chorus

Well, falling, falling, falling
This drop's impossible
Think, don't panic
Young women shouldn't be so manic (NOTE)

Various Solo Voices

Did she jump?
Was she pushed?
Or did she fall?

NOTE: One person heard "Your whim shouldn't be so manic".

Poor Girl, poor boy
They're both aching for the same joy
Seems they never did discover
That each other was their lover
Poor Girl, poor boy
They're both fixed by their fixation
They're both fixed by their fixation

Poor he, poor she
They're both barking up the same tree
If they could only get together
They could face the stormy weather
Poor he, poor she
They're both fixed by their fixation
They're both fixed by their fixation

Poor boy, poor girl
They're both surfing on the same curl
Seems they choose to lose in random
Never choose to cruise in tandem
Poor boy, poor girl
They're both fixed by their fixation
They're both fixed by their fixation

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Harvey Stern. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Harvey Stern

You've heard of
Immaculate hearts
And sacred hearts
And hearts of oak
And hearts of gold
Hearts in the right place
And hearts in the mouth
And hearts that break
And hearts so bold
But the heart I could talk about for hours
Is the heart at the start of "hearts and flowers"
Oh, hearts and flowers
Are tokens of precious love
Take my heart and red roses
In regular daily doses
Take my heart and an orchid
You know who the two are for, kid
Hearts and flowers
Are symbols of sweetest faith
Take my heart and some sweet pea
And tell me you're mine completely
Take my heart and a fuschia
And tell me that we've got a future
Hearts and flowers
Are sweeter than anything
So look me in the i-ris
And tell me no lies
Cling to me like ivy
'til the snow drops dry
If daisies drive you crazy
Then you know why
I love those
Hearts
Hearts
And flowers
Get'cha right there, don't it? (spoken)

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Harvey Stern. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Harvey Stern

I confess
I made her life a mess
I confess
I never showed her happiness
And I confess
I knew of her distress
I confess
I confess
I told her to undress
Oooh, I confess
She pleaded with me not to press
And I confess
I may have lacked finesse
But I didn't understand, I didn't even guess
She was looking for the real thing
Looking out for love and tenderness
Now, I'm sorry
Dead sorry
I didn't understand, I didn't even guess
I confess
She shrank from my caress
I confess
I may have used undue duress
And I confess
My actions were grotesque
But I didn't understand, I didn't even guess
She was looking for the real thing
Looking out for love and tenderness
Now, I'm sorry
Dead sorry
I didn't understand, I didn't even guess
She was looking for the real thing
I confess!

At quiet moments when alone
I think of you my child full grown
Across the oceans through the stars
In downtown dives and low life bars
I cling on to this love our ours

For I will always hold you in my heart
I never knew how far I'd fall
A poor blind fool who had it all
I threw your simple love away
Too busy living for the day
True happiness for you I pray

For I will always hold you in my heart
If you put your thoughts of me behind you
Well that's only right
But sentimentally, I hold you
So gently I enfold you - every lonely night

for I hold you in my heart
I sit alone, I never mix
I got myself an instant fix
And through a haze of gin-joint juice
your loving face I reproduce
Thank God this poison has its use
For I will always hold you in my heart

He can tell you things you want to hear
Secrets whispered in a lover's ear
So you start building dreams
But it's not what it seems
And it all seemed so sure
I've been there before
I've been there before

He can make your heart start with a look
You let him read you like an open book
Then he betrays your trust
And all your dreams turned to dust
And I wrote the score
I've been there before
I've been there before

But this is something you can no-can-do about
No this is nothing new
I know it's something you can do without
But you've got to see it through
I've been there before
I've been there before

He stands before you he's so meek and mild
He lets you hold him like a little child
Then he tells you his fears
And you make love through the tears
Then he walks out the door
I've been there before
I've been there before

Don't call me I've got your number
but you won't see me 'til you slumber
think of us a blackbird and a dove
Oh let me be your incubus of love

If madame is feeling cautious
drift into the arms of Morpheus
and link us like the hand is to the glove
Oh let me be your Incubus of love

I'm going to come for you like a thief in the night time
(He's going to creep up to your side)
I'm going to bring relief to you at the right time
(there's no place that you can hide)
Oh let me be the one you're thinking of
Oh let me be your incubus of love

I'll be yours until Aurora
lights the morning with her aura
that rosy fingered nimbus from above
oh let me be your incubus of love

(He's going to come for you like a thief in the night time)
I'm going to creep up to your side
(He's going to bring relief to you at the right time)
there's no place that you can hide
oh let me be the one you're thinking of
oh let me be your Incubus of love
oh let me be your Incubus of love

When the load gets too heavy
And you can't take the heat
When your breath gets unsteady
And you're dead on your feet
It's up to you
Which cup you brew
It's up to you
Better look to the future
Better face the dark ships
Better shoot for what suits you
When you cash in your chips
It's up to you
Which cup you brew
It's up to you
And when you sum up the time
You've spent on presenting your reason or rhyme
Forever inventing
New dreams to come true
New things to do or not to do
It's up to you
Which cup you brew
It's up to you

It's up to you
Which cup you brew
It's up to you

No one here to convert you
No one here to pretend
But the world might desert you
And you just might need a friend
It's up to you
Which cup you brew
Then when you add up the days
You've wasted in waiting around in a haze
And never creating the captain and crew

Of the good ship, guess who?
Guess you do
It's up to you
Which cup you brew

It's up to you
Which cup you brew
It's up to you

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Al Wheeler. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Al Wheeler

I've heard people say "I Love You!"
When they really mean "I'd Love To!"
They sing evasive phrases
Full of euphemistic praises
So I hope I won't cause friction
If I expose the swollen dic---tion

I want to fondle your tits
I want to kiss-a your lips
You frazzles my nerves
With your wonderful curves
You dazzle my eyes
With electrical thighs
Your body's terrific
To be more specific
I don't know which part to start on
You make me feel
Like a man of steel
Baby, you give me a hard-on

I wanna rip off your clothes
And suck on your toes
do the "primitive dance"
With my hand in your pants
Want to dribble and leer
With my tongue in your ear
Your body's fantastic
You're driving me frantic
I don't want to beg your pardon
You make me feel
Like a man of steel
Baby, you give me a hard-on

If you play hard-to-get
You rarely get got
Why side-step the fact when your pants are red hot
Let's forget crashing waves and the rest of that smokescreen jargon
You make me feel
Like a man of steel
Baby, you give me a hard-on

You make me feel
Like a man of steel
You give me a hard-on

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Sheriff Lavers. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Sheriff Lavers

I'm a man of the people
I comply with their wishes
And when my wife washes up, I still dry the dishes
I'm not saying that I never,
Ever harbor dirty thoughts
I'm a red-blooded male, and I still look good in shorts
Well, I'm just a member of the team
That implements the law
Not a solo operator I got "esprit de corps"
But I've never had fun
like Peter Gunn
I've never, ever been a scene-stealer
I've never seen glamour
like that guy Mike Hammer (NOTE 1)
And I'm stuck with Lieutenant Al Wheeler
I can separate the good guys
From all those other bums
It's the right of every citizen
To marry chicks and carry guns (NOTE 2)
I shoot straight from the shoulder
I won't be diverted
And let those stinkin' pinko commies
Preach to the perverted
We got a beach
And freedom of speech
So what's Moscow's big attraction?
There's only one red
I want under my bed
And that's a red-head
Under the bed
Head hot for action
HEE-HAW!

NOTE 1: All of us can only hear "Mike _____", and it sounds like Hammond. "Mike Hammer" being a Mickey Spillane detective, and rhyming with "glamour" makes sense.
NOTE 2: One person heard "Americans should carry guns".

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Sarah Arkwright and Sherry Mendez. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Sarah Arkwright

I've met his type before
There were nights before the war
When a boy with broad shoulders
And muscles like boulders
We needed no excuse
As we ran fast and loose
And because I was older
I was much bolder
Than him
The young soldier
We were lovers
Yes, lovers
At our last dance
You see, the next day, he shipped out for France
And men like that, never come back
Then there were lonely, lonely nights
A broken heart in Brooklyn Heights
But I made a decision
I would live my life with vision
Then came the empty days
Spent in so many ways
Then I heard from his division
He'd gone missing on a mission
Devoid of suspicion
I just waited, yes, waited, while my world turned to black
You see, men like that never come back
And so...
I turned to silent prayer
And moved to Delaware
Then on a rain-swept evening
I met someone to believe in
And through the autumn years
Those most important years
He gave me back my reason
And slowly eased my grieving
Giving better than receiving
It was over, yes over
I'd faced up to the fact
That men like that, never come back

Who's that angel born in hell
That everybody knows so well
Who makes you stammer with their infernal glamour
Who's got a name that's hard to spell
Who affects the way you feel
The patron saint of sex appeal
Who makes you clamor for the eternal slammer
Who has the legs to make you squeal
Who owns the soul of a Rock 'n' Roll riff?
Why it's very very possibly Mephistopheles Smith

Who comes in the night and gets you dreaming steaming screaming
Who loves to scare you stiff
(stiff stiff stiff stiff)
Demon of the night
Demon of delight
Must be Mephistopheles Smith

Who's everybody's fantasy
Who's everybody's man to see
Who's that slick looker, the philosophic hooker
Who always gives a damn for free
Who taught them sport in paradise
Who was the author of our vice
Who stopped us slinking and went and got us thinking
Who's sort of naughty, sort of nice
Who is the fact of an actual myth
Why it's very very possibly Mephistopheles Smith

Who comes in the night and gets you dreaming steaming screaming
Who loves to scare you stiff
(stiff stiff stiff stiff)
Demon of the night
Demon of delight
Must be Mephistopheles Smith

Demon of the night
Demon of delight
Must be Mephistopheles Smith

Demon of the night
Demon of delight
Must be Mephistopheles Smith

Mr. Midnight

Mai Tai say that I'm Old-Fashioned
Tres Vin Ordinaire
That I want a fresh Manhattan
With white anglo-saxons everywhere?
A Black Russian's
No Pink Lady
Give her the Singapore Sling
And Moscow Mule is not your baby
So Highball the Vodka and name your sting
Be a big shot, with a Bullshot
Be a Schwein mit der Wein
Have a short, or a Port, or a snort, of any sort
Asti Spumante, Uno Chianti

Are divine!

I got some economic Hocks
A Gin and Tonic on the rocks
Where angels fear to tread, I say
Choose your booze! Let's hit the Red-Eye!
Think of young Deanna Durbin
And how she sung on Rum and Bourbon
Or enhance your luncheon hour
With a Planter's Punch and a Whiskey Sour
If you feel like a wreck try a Horse's Neck
Or a Sherry with a cherry in the new fun size

If you don't name your poison
I'll have to get the boys in
The spirit of adventure opens one's eyes
If you don't name your poison
I'll have to get the boys in
And you'll never see another Tequila Sunrise

Live happily ever after
With a Chablis and some laughter
Between The Sheets is lovely
With a dizzy blonde and a popular bubbly
There's nothing sicker in society
Than a lack of liquor and sobriety
So, down the hatch
Here's mud in your eye
Take a bracer with a chaser
Wash it down with Rye!
Bottoms up. Stir a cup.
It'll put you in the pink
And all you have to do is
Drink Drink Drink Drink Driiiink
Drink Drink Drink Drink Driiiink
Drink Drink Drink Drink Driiiink
Drink Drink Drink Drink Driiiink
Driiiink, Driiiink

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Al Wheeler. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Al Wheeler

You got me up an alley on a solid night, and then you blew it
You had to go and do it
You thought I'd be (NOTE) and not get through it
You thought there's nothing to it
You overplayed your hand thinking you were smart
Imagining my mind was a slave to my heart
You played for a sucker, thought you had me on a hook
But oh, oh, oh, I could read you like a book
But I'm a big boy now and nobody's fool
I may be soft in the arms of a woman

Chorus Echo

(Soft in the arms of a woman)

Al Wheeler

But I'm hard as a general rule
You got me in a corner with your passion act, it's undisputed
You thought that I was stupid
The way you swayed against me was quite action-packed, you're so well-suited
That's why you got recruited
But sex just ain't enough to keep me on a string
Beauty don't mean brains, and you need brains to make a sting
You took me for a patsy - an easy kind of mark
But oh, oh, oh, you were shooting in the dark
But I'm a big boy now and nobody's fool
I may be soft in the arms of a woman

Chorus Echo

(Soft in the arms of a woman)

Al Wheeler

But I'm hard as a general rule
I'm a big boy now and nobody's fool
I may be soft in the arms of a woman

Chorus Echo

(Soft in the arms of a woman)

Al Wheeler

But I'm hard as a general rule

NOTE: This is the main line that gave us trouble. Amusing things that various people thought they heard, but we all know don't make sense include: "You thought I'd be the penny to a fallen-fight", "You thought I'd be the preddy to a volume fide", and "You thought I'd be the preddy of a fallen fide".

The low autumn sun of the late afternoon
Brings sweet heaven's fire and desire to the room
You hold me so gently our hearts intertwine
And for one hundred dollars an hour
or part thereof - you're mine

Still running from life and hiding from death
I lay here beside you, your touch stays my breath
If this is illicit we're partners in crime
And for one hundred dollars an hour
Or part thereof - you're mine

You're every woman - You're every girl
That I've ever known
The moon the earth the waters
Eve's eternal daughters, my corner stone
I bring my hunger to your shrine
And for one hundred dollars an hour
One hundred dollars an hour
Or part thereof - you're mine

So cool this fool's fire that rages within
And we'll both disengage from the wages of sin
Sweet goddess of healing the artistry's thine
And for one hundred dollars an hour
Or part thereof - you're mine
And for one hundred dollars an hour
or part thereof - you're mine

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Deadpan Dolores and Company. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Deadpan Dolores

Oh, I've been stripped of my emotion
Stripped of my illusion
Equipped for locomotion
Been a party to collusion
Dancing for the fickle crowd's insane
Prancing for a nickel, like a monkey on a chain
They say that joking apart,
"Dying's an art!"
It takes a lifetime to perfect it
You come on with a smile and a song
To find out that it's all going wrong
But with your head in the air
As if you don't have a care
So that no one will suspect it
Just be certain when you want the curtain down
And start planning your big exit
Oh, I've been stripped of my defenses

Echo Voices

(Stripped of her composure)

Deadpan Dolores

I've paid the consequences
And I'm

Echo Voices

(Dying of exposure)

Deadpan Dolores

Weighing up my life won't heal the wounds

Echo Voices

(Wounds)

Deadpan Dolores

I'm paying for the piper
When I couldn't stand his tunes
You know, compared to today
Dying's okay
And we'd do better to respect it
Quality of life means special things
But will the squalid little death swing angel's wings
If there's a Heaven on Earth
I guess I got what I'm worth
And I'm ready to accept it
I'm not certain I want the curtain down
But I'm planning my big exit
(Dramatic Music and Choir)
They say that joking apart,
"Dying's an art!"
It takes a lifetime to perfect it
I'm not certain I want the curtain down
But I'm planning my big exit

Let's put our hands together and let's praise ourselves
Praise ourselves
Just put your hands together and let's praise ourselves
Praise ourselves, oh yeah
Just put your hands on your head, put your hands on your knees
Put your hands on your titties and give a little squeeze
Put your hands together and praise yourself
Praise ourselves.

Praise ourselves
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Praise ourselves
Let the light shine down!
Praise ourselves
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Praise yourself!

I'm a sucker for a heartbeat

If ever I wanted to know
The word that occurred on the street
I'd just listen to the heartbeat
To the rhythm of the heartbeat

If ever I wanted to go
and trick a victory out of defeat
I'd just listen to the heartbeat
To the rhythm of the heartbeat

Then if someone that you don't know
Should give you the big hello
Well you'll never get shaken
No you'll never get taken if you listen to the heartbeat
To the rhythm of the heartbeat
So whatever you want to do
You'd do it better if you did it as you
No don't follow your nose where the sun never goes
Instead of listening to the heart beat
To the rhythm of the heartbeat

Oh listen to my heartbeat
Oh woah woah woah take a lesson from my heartbeat
Oh no no no there's no messing with my heartbeat
Oh woah woah woah what a blessing is a heartbeat

When it gets sentimental and slow
don't fight it you might miss a treat
unless you're listening to the heart beat
the heady rhythm of the heartbeat
and then when the tempo says go
and you're yearning to turn indiscreet
Just keep listening to the heartbeat
the steady rhythm of the heartbeat

Then if somebody turns your head
And edges you onto the bed
Just forget you're refined
stop improving your mind and start listening to the heartbeat
to the rhythm of the heartbeat
No no you don't need a PhD
It's maybe easier than ABC
You don't have to be smart
You just open your heart
And keep on listening to the heartbeat
The rhythm driven by the heartbeat

Oh listen to my heartbeat
Oh woah woah woah take a lesson from my heartbeat
Oh no no there's no messing with my heartbeat
Oh woah woah woah what a blessing is a heartbeat

Each one treads their separate path
Some steep, some straight, some narrow
Some play a game of psychopath
And some play Five Card Tarot
Some flounce and pounce and then renounce
The World all its joys
They've had their fun and now they're done
Running with the noisy boys

Each one has their separate laugh
Some cheap, some late, some hollow
Some love to give their autograph
Some love the God Apollo
Some say that rules are just for fools
And using them destroys
The brother thing and the other thing
Running with the noisy boys

So if you're living for the minute
You should give all you can give
And then live it to the limit
And start doing it with - the noisy boys
Running with the noisy boys

Each one has their separate half
Some deep, some great, some shallow
Some reap the wheat, some reap the chaff
Some burn the midnight tallow
Some stay up late and master fate
With exec-high-tec toys
Some rue the day, some sue, some pay
Running with the noisy boys

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Sarah Arkwright and Company. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Sarah Arkwright

I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
And I'd do it again!
Oh I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
To that tragedienne
She wanted to play with the grown-ups
And the deal was too tough to fill
But she opened in a flop
And went right over the top
And the rest of it was all downhill
I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
And I've got to admit
Oh I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
To a sick hypocrite
She got everything that she asked for
And I gave her a little bit more
But the greed in her still showed
So I had to hit the road
And she hit it from the fifteenth floor

Chorus of Voices

She swore to tell the whole truth
And nothing but the truth

Sarah Arkwright

So help me God!

Chorus of Voices

Sing like a bird
Tell it word for word

Sarah Arkwright

Where angels fear to tread, I trod!

Various Solo Voices

And though it's privileged information
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing
It may be confidential
But it's not inconsequential

Chorus of Voices

That you'll die to hear Sarah sing!

Sarah Arkwright

I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
To that cheap little trick
Oh I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!
To that weak little hick
She climbed the stairway to heaven
In her heart, she was over the moon
But she had to face the fact
That she opened in an act

All

That went down like a lead balloon

Sarah Arkwright

I did it!

When you're hot and got that erotic feeling
There's only one dance when it's push comes to shove
It don't take long to get it when you got it get it healing
the name of the dance is the dance of love
and it's divine
the dance of love and it's divine

When you're hot to trot out an exotic notion
exactly like the one I know you're thinking of
It don't take long to get it when you got it get the motion
the name of the dance is the dance of love
and it's divine
the dance of love and it's divine

There's no need to know me
just come to me show me
that I'm light you're the moth
together we can do the dance of love
come to me slowly
with no sanctimony just love
we'll do the dance of love
and it's divine
the dance of love and it's divine

So when you're cool to fool with a hypnotic ache you
relate to like the piano does to Rachmaninoff
it don't take long to get it when you got it let it take you
the name of the dance is the dance of love
and it's divine
the dance of love and it's divine

Oh everybody here suffers from their sanity
thinking too much has its own built in inanity
stop egging the disease on by begging for a reason from above
just do the dance of love
and it's divine
the dance of love and it's divine

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by Deadpan Dolores and Al Wheeler. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Deadpan Dolores

People come from miles to Southern California
Looking for a brand new start
Some come for the fun
And some come for the sun
And some come to mend a broken heart
They arrive on the coast
Pursued by a ghost
To find they've reached a phony dead-end
But when the sun and the money dies
They begin to realize
That even in Southern California, the lonely are legend

Deadpan Dolores
and Al Wheeler

People all wear smiles in Southern California
They say they're going to be a wheel someday
Some feed on the fame
And some they need the game
But most don't have no feel for the play
Your voice in the crowd
Begins to sound loud
And you know deep down it's only pretend
But when the people drift away
You'll discover why they say
That even in Southern California, the lonely are legend
That even in Southern California, the lonely are legend

TAGS: Richard Hartley Richard O'Brien The Stripper
Performed by the Band. Lyrics by Richard O'Brien. Music by Richard Hartley.
Emcee

Ladies and Gentlemen
The Club Extravaganza is proud to present
The girl who says it all from the neck down
Deadpan Dolores
(Strip Music)

Chorus

Fragrant and Flirty! Flagrantly Dirty!
Delectable Deadpan Dolores
(Strip Music)

Chorus

Arousing! Exotic! Suggestive! Erotic!
Delectable Deadpan Dolores
(Strip Music)

Al Wheeler

There's somebody sleeping in my bed
And she's more than a little bare
I think she's more than ready
To be my little teddy
At least that's what her body language says
She's promised with her eyes
This time there will be no lies
There's many a true word said in bed
There's somebody sleeping in my bed
Her golden locks are flowing everywhere
From her hot flesh its no guess
She intends to acquiesce
Her unspoken words could get through to the dead
When she articulates
She joins the literary greats
There's many a true word said in bed
Conversation, confabulation
Repartee with God's creation
"Heigh-Ho" silver-tongue me
With your discourse
As the raconteur said after dinner
Spinning words makes me a winner
For God's sake there's no substitute for
Intercourse
There's somebody sleeping in my bed
She went and skipped the porridge and the chair
Her careful overstating
Gets me ejaculating
Senses I've only ever read
So let's shroud in purple prose
Because everybody knows
There's many a true word said in bed

Al Wheeler

Take some hoods
Who got the goods
On some poor misunderstoods
Take a visit to a dive
With a snub-nosed .45
Whadd'ya got?

Chorus

You've got trouble!

Al Wheeler

Blend a lonely-hearts club game
Add some cops and add a dame
Whadd'ya got?

Chorus

You've got trouble!
You've got trouble!
Take the warm ocean breeze
Add a little low life sleaze

Al Wheeler

Plus, a chick who's a flirt
While the hem of her skirt

Chorus

Rises above her knees

Al Wheeler

So you pour yourself a double
While she says

Various Female Voices

You think I'm pretty?
(Group Male Reply: Yeah!)
Do you think I'm pretty?
(Group Male Reply: Yeah!)
You think I'm pretty?
(Group Male Reply: Yeah!)
Do you think I'm pretty?
(Group Male Reply: Not really!)

Al Wheeler

And you got the perfect recipe

Al Wheeler,
Chorus, and
Everyone Else

For trouble in Pine City!
Trou-ble!