Dirty Mind

Ladies and gentleman For your listening pleasure Live from England: The solid state sound of pure sex... In the corner shops times are hard Faces thin as credit cards I walk past posters selling simple sex, ooh! And all the records using cheap effects I'm going down to the station in the heart of town To buy a ticket just to hang around I've got a dirty mind I've got a dirty mind Take a look at yourself You stare are you looking at me Or just an image from your colour TV Dollar signs and neon lights Shine on the people every night I'm going down to the river to wash my sins away But they'll be back tomorrow anyway I've got a dirty mind I've got a dirty mind Take a look at yourself I've got imagination I got hallucinations Do you want some? I've got a dirty mind I've got a dirty mind Take a look at yourself Smelling like a rose Looking like a queen I'll have a double dose If you know what I mean Went down to the river With no one to trust When you know what you want Then you do what you must But you'd better think smart And take my advice Just think of nothing And double it twice I bought you a trumpet And a brand new suit Just don't be disappointed When you lick the fruit