M.F.P.

Come in, come in, come in
Welcome to ya, ladies and gents
I wanna see ya dance and sing
I want ya to feel heaven sent

We don't get to play much these days
With inflation and the state of the nation and the fashion
There's no panache
It's not music, it's just crash, crash, crash

Ooh, I don't think it's funny
To live with no money
So whatever the weather
I like the Muzak for pleasure

I've been playing stuff since I was ten
So I've paid my d-d-d-d-dues
I've done the pubs
I've donе the clubs
I've evеn done the occasional cruise

Some people think it's wrong
To only play other people's songs
But when I hear them say 'Play it again, Sam'
I will, cause that's the kinda guy I am

Ooh, I don't think it's funny
To live with no money
So whatever the weather
I like the Muzak for pleasure

My name is Simon Simple
And I'm a devil on the bass guitar
I go (Yow!)

My name is Mickey Macho
I like to zip up on the lead guitar
I go (Woo!)

My name is Cosmic Clark
I like to play the k-keys
I go

My name is Dirty Face
And I like to play the drums
I go (Woo!)

Ooh, I don't think it's funny
To live with no money
So whatever the weather
I love the Muzak for pleasure

That's M.F.P
Twenty golden grapes of the sixties
Altogether on one recording, one disc
Wow-wow