The Streets, Ghostpoet - Tidy Nice and Neat lyrics
[The Streets, Ghostpoet - Tidy Nice and Neat lyrics]
Always tidy nice and neat
I like being white as a white sheet
Keeping pale can be quite a feat
Walk in a line 'til I am beat
Whens it time to wear a watch
Should I be wary of just cotching?
Cos in the end it's still a botch
My father just drinks scotch enter into debt
As your appetite gets whet
Endeavour to sweat it out
Bet then bet then double down
Walls of stony clad that
Recall such lonely madness
Never been a call or phone you lad
Next in line for a phoney fad
Always tidy nice and neat
I like being white as a white sheet
Keeping pale can be quite a feat
Walk in a line 'til I am beat
Let's see what we find looking for any time
Look I try to keep things tidy
But I'm feeling all the strain
Keep my natter in the fray but
It's leaky chat that stains
Inky puddles causing trouble Boris Becker
And for a month got me feeling like a lump
So I'm sitting here all grump
Towing lines all day
Just leads to bicep decay
All work and no play makes ghost a dull dog
Yeah I tend to talk a lot
And my actions are squeaky
Not as quiet as a mouse
Hush pupping in my heelies
Goggle box in the blink so
I'm sitting on the sink
Trying to clean up my glasses
Trying to clean up my think
But my tongue keeps dipping and
Slipping on the sea
And the fish start nipping
And dragging me beneath
Arm in arm or just take my arm
Its a bizarre and crazy farm
Beautiful days lazy calm
But lazy calm can maybe harm
You smoke a pack 'til the pack is black
Choke 'til your lungs are a hacking black
Invoking memories of chimney stacks
Coal and little bit's of slack
Make the curtain twitch and peek
Take a certain pitch in cheek
Play the innocent little geek
Listen to peaceful clicks and squeaks
Always tidy nice and neat
I like being white as a white sheet
Keeping pale can be quite a feat
Walk in a line 'til I am beat
Whens it time to wear a watch
Should I be wary of just cotching?
Cos in the end it's still a botch
My father just drinks scotch enter into debt
As your appetite gets whet
Endeavour to sweat it out
Bet then bet then double down
Walls of stony clad that
Recall such lonely madness
Never been a call or phone you lad
Next in line for a phoney fad
Always tidy nice and neat
I like being white as a white sheet
Keeping pale can be quite a feat
Walk in a line 'til I am beat
Let's see what we find looking for any time
Look I try to keep things tidy
But I'm feeling all the strain
Keep my natter in the fray but
It's leaky chat that stains
Inky puddles causing trouble Boris Becker
And for a month got me feeling like a lump
So I'm sitting here all grump
Towing lines all day
Just leads to bicep decay
All work and no play makes ghost a dull dog
Yeah I tend to talk a lot
And my actions are squeaky
Not as quiet as a mouse
Hush pupping in my heelies
Goggle box in the blink so
I'm sitting on the sink
Trying to clean up my glasses
Trying to clean up my think
But my tongue keeps dipping and
Slipping on the sea
And the fish start nipping
And dragging me beneath
Arm in arm or just take my arm
Its a bizarre and crazy farm
Beautiful days lazy calm
But lazy calm can maybe harm
You smoke a pack 'til the pack is black
Choke 'til your lungs are a hacking black
Invoking memories of chimney stacks
Coal and little bit's of slack
Make the curtain twitch and peek
Take a certain pitch in cheek
Play the innocent little geek
Listen to peaceful clicks and squeaks
Always tidy nice and neat