Well there`s a collection of letters, stands in a box on a shelf,
You could only call `em love letters....things you wanna keep to yourself,
And they don`t mean much (Whoa-oa) but they did in a way,
They`re only souvenirs....only souvenirs...

Of broken off dates and lazy afternoons,
And parks and lanes and fields
And wasted money and time taking her home.

CHORUS
Now I`m alone with my Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh
Now I`m alone with my Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh

So what happened to the collection of letters (that) used to stand in a box on a shelf,
When we used to talk about the weather, in the park by the back of your house,
What happened to the parks and the letters and the rain and the girl in the back of the car,
And the no-claims bonus when you smashed up the car,
And the letters in the box....'Affairs of the heart'

Don`t it make you laugh..... could never make you cry,
But I`m still the same after all these years....takin` me back

(INSTRUMENTAL)

So what happened to the collection of letters (that) used to stand in a box on a shelf,
The ones you used to call love letters, the things you used to keep to yourself,

What happened to the parks and the letters and the rain and the girl in the back of the car,
And the no-claims bonus when you smashed up the car,
And the letters in the box....'Affairs of the heart'

Don`t it make you laugh..... could never make you cry,
But I`m still the same after all these years....takin` me back..

CHORUS
So now I`m alone, alone with my Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh,
Now I`m alone with my Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh,
I`m alo-o-o-o-one, Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh,
I`m alo-o-o-o-one, Affairs of the heart woah-oh-oh,

Late at night the guy sits at home with his TV on,
Afraid to go out in the streets where no-one dares to walk alone,
Oh with fear in his eyes he remembers what happened to his friend a week ago,
Attacked and beaten up and now he bears the scars so everyone will know,
Know,know know know know,
What happens when you tangle with the Brookside riot squad.

Another part of town a young kid waits in a shelter with a spray can in his hand,
Another late bus, but they`re always late round here I understand,
Another late night another pointless fight, he shoulda stayed in tonight,
Because there`s gonna be a rumble, be a bit of rough and tumble on the streets tonight,
Another Brookside riot,
 I don`t wanna be a victim of the Brookside riot squad,
I don`t wanna go to Brookside

Working down by the Speedway track, he cheats on the change just to fill his sack,
But what they don`t see they don`t mind.
He`s a kissin` cousin, broken down lover on a one way track,
A check on the price, a turn of the dice

All through the holidays he works the ride and keep cheating,
Saving up for better days,
When he runs, well he`ll ride like the wind, so..

Bring on the Chelsea girls,
Ride on the howlin` wind,
Ring out the battle cry,
The harder they scream the faster they ride!

Well he`s a fuel injected, motor-mad maniac, the devil-may-care,
So who shot the dart that poisoned his heart ?,
His girl feels neglected, once respected, now rejected,
What she don`t see, she don`t mind

Keeps workin` for a rise, it`s hardly paradise and
Saving up for a holiday,
When he runs, well he`ll ride like the wind, so..

Bring on the Chelsea girls,
Ride on the howlin` wind,
Ring out the battle cry,
The harder they scream the faster they ride!

She follows him when he`s out in the car,
Insecure, she needs someone to care,
Always chases him on the telephone,
But officially he`s never there,
He sees a long face in the dim lights,
Oh no! It`s gonna be one of those nights,
Here we go again,

That`s `cos of your crazy mixed up emotion,
He runs a mile everytime you start to think about devotion,
And before the exhaust fumes catch you out cold,
Switch off the engine, now you`ve been warned

You`re highly strung and you over-react now,
Ah, you`re driving all your friends away,
He`ll never, never ever be in love,no,no,
You won`t accept some people are that way,
Too late he`s getting out today,
Says 'you`ve gone crazy' and he`s gotta get away

That`s `cos of your crazy mixed up emotion,
He runs a mile everytime you start to think about devotion,
And before the exhaust fumes catch you out cold,
Switch off the engine, now you`ve been warned

You`re hanging onto him for dear life now,
But he never thinks twice about you,
You could be hanging on a rope tonight,
I can`t see what good that`s gonna do,
He let you down and your world fell through,
You`ve got nothing, now whatcha gonna do about it?

That`s `cos of your crazy mixed up emotion,
He runs a mile everytime you start to think about devotion,
And before the exhaust fumes catch you out cold,
Switch off the engine, now you`ve been warned

You`re asking me for my advice, I don`t really wanna get involved,
But looking from the outside,
I`d say get out of here, get out of his life, go on....

I found a card from Germany today,
Best wishes from a Judy ...U.S.A.,
I don`t think she`s fooling... but I think she`s out of touch,
She sends a hundred kisses... but writes in Double Dutch,

If I can`t have love I want a substitute,
I want girls,girls,girls all over the world,
I want girls,girls,girls all over the world,

Operator ? Maria...long distance call from Spain,
I think she stood out too long in the rain,
I don`t know what she`s thinking....but she talks far too much,
She`s throwing in Pesetas ...I could be throwing down my lunch,

If I can`t have love I want a substitute,
I want girls,girls,girls all over the world,
I want girls,girls,girls all over the world,

A letter from Chicago, a photo from LA,
Susie ...Monte Carlo ...soon be on my way, hey,hey !

I don`t think she`s fooling... but I think she`s out of touch,
She sends a hundred kisses... but writes in Double Dutch,

If I can`t have love I want a substitute,
I want girls,girls,girls all over the world,
I want girls,girls,girls .....Wooh
If I can`t have love I want a substitute,
I want girls,girls,girls all over the world,
I want girls,girls,girls, I want girls,girls,girls
I want girls,girls,girls.... all over the world,
all over the world,all over the world,
all over the world,all over the world,

I`m no witness , I`m an accessory to your crime (oh,oh,oh etc.),
You can`t press charges, you can`t pin a thing on me (oh,oh,oh etc.),

Under-estimate my capability, I can get away with murder, oh,oh,oh,
In the absence of substantial evidence I`m an Innocent Bystander

I`m not simple, I`ve one or two things up my sleeve (oh,oh,oh etc.),
It`s in your interest don`t try and throw the book at me (oh,oh,oh etc.),

Under-estimate my capability, I can get away with murder, oh,oh,oh,
In the absence of substantial evidence I`m an Innocent Bystander

Now there`s a new craze, you can just dial 999,
Now they can throw you away for years,
Stand by Innocent Bystanders,

Hard to understand it......not guilty though you`re caught red-handed,
Injustice sets you free, on a technicality

Under-estimate my capability, I can get away with murder, oh,oh,oh,
In the absence of substantial evidence I`m an Innocent Bystander

You`re minimalistic, you mess up my head, what`s your game ?
You`re naive, you deceive, you spoil all our plans and it`s a shame.

You`re, you`re inside out,
You`re, you`re inside out,
You`ve got your priorities wrong.

I don`t wanna hear about your scandals and cheap publicity,
Oh why don`t you leave the new wave, we don`t need your rivalry.

You never listened to their advice,
Maybe next time, when you know better, maybe you`ll think twice

Before you play that same old song,
It`s far too slow and it`s far too long,
It`s not Rock`n`roll

Well when the gutter press has finally had it`s day,
When all the punk,punk rockers run out of things to say,
Yeah,when every wild,wild youth has grown long hair,
and we can laugh at the colours of the clothes they wear,
and the image has gone will we still be there,

Kids on the street have still got a lot to say,
Kids on the street have still got a lot to say,

We`ll start out with nothing, do it all our own way,
And ignore all the hassles...the things A & R men say,
Yeah ,we were gonna be rich someday ,it was all just a game ,
But to end up with nothing , be just another name,
Ain`t my idea of fun...I`ve still got plenty to say

Kids on the street have still got a lot to say,
Kids on the street have still got a lot to say,

They`ve got a lot to say ( still got a lot to say)
Still got a lot to say ( still got a lot to say)

We drove through the city, no-one even cracked a joke,
The city isn`t funny when you`re sober and you`re broke,
So let`s hit the motorway, get your foot down to the floor,
White lines flash past again,
Burglar Bill`s got nothing on me !

So let`s play the game now we`ve got nothing left to lose,
Everyone takes a cut and the shirt off your back and your shoes,

Saw the record company but no-one had the time,
They`re always in a meeting or busy on the other line.
Can`t see the boss... we get the guy who cleans the floors.
He`s on holiday again,
Captain Scott`s got nothing on him !

So let`s play the game now we`ve got nothing left to lose,
Everyone takes a cut and the shirt off your back and your shoes,

No-one seems to hurry...what`s the hurry anyway?
No-one seems to worry...there`s no worry anyway !

So let`s play the game now we`ve got nothing left to lose,
Everyone takes a cut and the shirt off your back and your shoes,
 

I wouldn`t cause bad feeling but you know that I always do,
`Cos trying to get through to you...it ain`t worth my trouble, can`t you see,

I`m not sold on you `cos for your education,
I`ve a little more suss, that`s my pre-occupation,
Not sold on you, not sold on you no,no...na,na,na,na,na,nah

I`m not saying that I-I-I`vre got a better education than you,
Though you hate it, you know it`s true, you`re not an Einstein or a boy wonder genius,
And everyday you s-s-stay in bed `till one o`clock or two,
What a way to survive, what a way to exist you`ve really hit rock bottom

Wouldn`t cause any trouble `cos you know that I always win,
And like your body, your chances are slim,and you wouldn`t last a count up to 1,2,3

I`m not sold on you `cos for your education,
I`ve a little more suss, that`s my pre-occupation,
Not sold on you, not sold on you no,no...na,na,na,na,na,nah

"STANDARD ENGLISH"
(Words/music Phil Hendriks: 1978)

Model yourself on a, BBC News reader,
I think you think you are morally superior,
Na,na,na,na,na etc.

We don`t speak correctly, our accents are phoney,
Our voices let us down because they do not sound,
Like Standard English, standardised English,
Like Standard English, standardised English,

Standard English, we don`t speak English,
If we don`t put on airs and graces

I think you think we are morally inferior,
Our meanings are oblique because we do not speak,
A Standard English, standardised English,
Like Standard English, standardised English

Since language is a form of communication,
And since we do succeed, then we need not conform,
To standard English, standardised English,
Like standard English, standardised English

Standard English, we don`t speak English,
If we don`t put on airs and graces.

She saw stars fall from a burning sky,
 And too many people telling too many lies
 And waves they crashed down on a shore
 Of terminal dreams that make you lose control

She said you don`t even know my name,
  Then stood there laughing in the pouring rain

And it`s more than I can say,
It`s more than I can even understand, It`s terminal crazy.
And as they pulled her from the lake,
The words that came so easily seemed lost for a while ....
Terminal crazy

  She said she`s gonna throw it all away tonight,
She`s leaving behind all the mouths that bark and bite,
 They found her crashed out and in a daze,
Just trying to find a way out of this terminal maze,

She said they don`t even know my name,
 As they stood there laughing in the pouring rain,

  (CHORUS)
 And it`s more than I can say,
 It`s more than I can even understand , it`s Terminal crazy,
  And as they pulled her from the lake,
 The words that came so easily seemed lost for a while (all time)
 Terminal crazy.

Terminal , Terminal Crazy
 She`s losing control, She`s losing control ....

Well, it`s okay Mr.Nice guy, of course we`ll turn it down,
We`ll turn it right back up again as soon as you turn around,
There`s one thing to get straight before you go,
If we don`t get no volume control, you don`t get no show and I say,

Keep your hands off my volume control,
Keep your hands off my volume control and I say...

Mister, you`re a nice guy but you`ve got too much to say,
You care about the neighbours, you care what they might say,
It`s no use getting anxious, we`re only here to play,
There`s only one condition...we get the final say, and we say

Keep your hands off my volume control,
Keep your hands off my volume control