Mr Richard

Saw a suit in Daddy's wardrobe, I took a swipe
 Lapels, size of islands, gangster white line pinstripe
 Laughed off the street in the name of my rock'n'roll
 Still a caterwauling groove will start off vacation
 Eighties plastic Soul don't give palpitation
 Richie, he no like, he call out the firing squad
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 Richie look for suede, me I look for leather
 Sartorially we groove, occasional disaster
 For tight black canvas no make for a straight legged sixties scenester
 Then we hit the street with poise of commando
 Clothes, guitar but arsenal missing one thing
 Exotic Glasgow chick, they call her the 'Carmen Veranda'
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 Me and Richie dream to be like Mr Richard
 Strung-out and secure yes we make like junkie
 Hooked up on that stuff they call it the Rock'n'roll
 I need to consecrate, I need consecration
 Clipped and soulful guitar riffing out the nation
 The nation in my head, the national sixties sensation
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