Bang Bang - Dub Pistols, Kitten & The Hip, Barry Ashworth

So much shit that we don’t say, when we’re talking shit

All night yakking on the old clown food but we never hit the crux of it

Old King Cole was a merry old soul, or so I’ve heard it said

I can’t listen to you no more I think I’d rather be dead

Cos you and me, we got no future

Truthfully, I’d love to shoot ya

Bang bang you’re dead take a bullet in the head

Gotta say I never felt better

I could shoot you a million times, punish you for all your crimes

But you wouldn’t ever get deader

Now I’m taking my time

To polish up my gun

You’re the one

So much fucking that we don’t do

When we’re getting fucked

All night promising to get it done

But there never seems to be enough

Goldilocks was a lovely girl, or so I’ve heard it said

If I get home and the cupboard is bare, I promise you you’ll be dead

Cos you and me, we got no present

Honestly, I just don’t get it

Bang bang you’re dead take a bullet in the head

Gotta say I never felt better

I could shoot you a million times, punish you for all your crimes

But you wouldn’t ever get deader

Now I’m taking my time

To polish up my gun cos you’re the one

On the other hand, there ain’t no other hand

Don’t you understand, you ain’t part of my plan

Well I’m gonna miss ya, come on and let me kiss ya

Cause you know it ain’t right, so let me say good night