"Five Man Army" lyrics - MASSIVE ATTACK
Trendy Wendy
You know what I mean
Hanging around with the girl
Who's rolling up her jeans
She watches her street cred
'Cause she's no dummy
Saw rocking the microphone
And now she's calling me a honey
Says I know what I want
Don't move with thugs
We're house parties, hip-hop
And smoking drugs
And whoever's been the boss
She's down with them
She's always on time
'Cause the girl got rhythm
To avoid all complications
I'll give some information
About a certain location
Under Paddington Station
'Cause a-when I host my show-a
I avoid the girl called Lola
Who's more pu-pu-public than a drink
They call-a Coca-Cola
But I'm gonna practice posing
Face is shaded in black
Is dominating as my colour
The Massive Attack
Right now I hit it
Kick it
Flow smooth
Hit middle wicket
[Tricky:]
I take a small step
Now it's a giant stride
People say I'm loud
Why should I hide?
Only had a small taste
So what a waste
I quietly observe
Though it's not my space
Bottom end's heavy
You know we're never even
People call me Tricky
For particular reason
I've got you, say
And I've got to let you know, see
Rocking in your area
Rock beneath your balcony
My baby just cares for me
Well, that's funny
Her touch tickles
Especially on my tummy
[Daddy G:]
Now who's got the microphone?
[Tricky:]
Now who's honey?
[Daddy G:]
A turbo turbo
And chant with a charge
Addy Daddy G
Wild Bunch Crew at large
Don't call me an officer
Just call me a sarge
Mashing up the country
Planning also abroad
Plan to go to America
When I get a visa card
[Tricky:]
But getting a visa card
Nowadays isn't hard
[Daddy G:]
So keep your ears peeled
And listen to every chord
Tokyo City's
One place that we toured
Four Technic
Plus two mixer board
Sharper than a Wilkinson
Razor Sword
[3D:]
When I was a child
I played Subbuteo on
My table then I graduate
To Studio One
'Cause D's my nom de plume, you know
But 3's my pseudonym
And around my neck, you know
I wear the Sony Boodo Khan
Indigo blues
You got me in my own shoes
The people dancing in the shape
For what they make they can't lose
Yes, waxing lyrical
But time, it's not satirical
It's kinda spherical
So jam me in a circle
This is the miracle
Of the dub-plate dub selection
[Daddy G:]
So whether you're black or white
Or half-caste in your complexion
[3D:]
Yes, pull out your phono plug
And tuck you in, you phony
It started by Marconi
Resumed by Sony
A summary of wireless
History and only
By Massive Attack, enorme
Esplosione
[Horace Andy:]
Wo-oh ah
Yeah, yeah
Get away with you gangsters
We don't want it
Wo-oh ah
(Deep down, deep down, deep down)
Get away with you gangsters
We don't like it
Wo-oh ah
Eternal love, eternal love
Money, money, money
Root of all evil
Now you're gone
Money, money, money
Root of all evil
Oh-ow, hear me now
Money, money, money
Root of all evil
Money, money, money
Root of all evil
Ooh
Mash it
Oh yeah
Wicked
Ooh
Hear me now
Hear me now
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
So good, so good
Squeeze me girl
Ooh
Wo-oh ah
Oh ah
Oh ah
Oh ah
Money, money
Skylarking
Skylarking
