Stuff - Nik Kershaw

Hot one, everybody’s got one

Everybody else but you

Must have, better than the riff-raff

Better than the judges too

Tiny, little black and shiny

Couldn’t live a day without

New one, better than the old one

Better throw the old one out

Help me, I think I’ll go to pieces

I think I’m going to cry

If I don’t get my

Stuff, stuff, I can’t get enough

I can’t kick the drug I’m taking

Stuff, stuff, I can’t feel the love

I can’t rise above this craving

Enslaving me

Oh fantastic, stick it on your plastic

Never mind the debt you’re in

Nonesuch, doesn’t matter how much

Gotta be the latest thing

Tres bon, anything with knobs on

Anything with flashing lights

Hi-fi, stick it on your hard drive

Fill it up with gigabytes

Help me, I think I’ve gone to hell

I think I’ll go to war

If I don’t get more

Stuff, stuff, I can’t get enough

I can’t kick the drug I’m taking

Stuff, stuff, I can’t feel the love

I can’t rise above this craving

Enslaving me

No saving me, oh…

Stop, stop, I’m full to the top

(I feel I won’t, I love, I need)

Stuff, stuff, i can’t get enough

I can’t kick the drug I’m taking, oh…

Stuff, stuff, can’t feel the love

Can’t rise above this craving

Enslaving me