Letras:
Specials The More Specials

Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink The years go by, as quickly as you wink Enjoy yourself, enjoy

Mum bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen You wore it to the disco, but everyone was in jeans But you were a rich girl, and only having fun

see you again Maybe you're trying to drive me insane I've had enough, if I don't come back for more that's tough 'Cos I can't take it any more I'

You saw a woman in a cafe, lips of crimson, yellow grin Her shoes were wrong and she looked extremely thin Her jewels were faked, she'd had a rinse

Are you ready for this? I told you he was coming, Who? JB, and he's ready to sock it to ya one time Sock it to 'em, sock it to 'em Sock it to 'em

You're working at your leisure to learn the things you'll need The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee I've seen your qualifications

in the arms of love is where I'll be For all the world to see you're something special to me. [Chorus] It's all such a mystery, you're something special

he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door And while a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes (Chorus) Its a Saturday night special

: Coming up beyond belief On this coronary thief More than just a leitmotif More chaotic, no relief I'll describe the way I feel Weeping wounds