Letra
Ver letra con acordes
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From [email protected] Sun May 4 10:34:37 1997
Date: Sun, 06 Apr 1997 20:53:34 GMT
From: michael p mccullough
To: [email protected]
Subject: CRD: Elvis Costello ////// Two Little Hitlers
Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature,alt.guitar.tab,alt.fan.elvis.costello
Two Little Hitlers (from the album *Armed Forces*)
Why are we racing to be so old?
I m up late pacing the floor I won t be told
You have your reservations I m bought and sold
I ll face the music I ll face the facts
Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks
Bowing and squawking Running after titbits
Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit
(CHORUS)
Two little Hitlers will fight it out until
One little Hitler does the other one s will
I will return I will not burn
Down in the bat
I need my head examined I need my eyes excited
I d like to join the party But I was not invited
You make a member of me I ll be delighted
I wouldn t cry for lost souls, you might drown
Dirty words for dirty minds Written in a toilet town
Dial me a Valentine She s a smooth operator
It s all so calculated She s got a calculator
She s my soft touch typewriter And I m the great dictator
(Chorus)
A simple game of self-respect
You flick a switch and the world goes off
Nobody jumps as you expect
I would have thought you would have had enough by now
You call selective dating For some effective mating
I thought I d let you down, dear But you were just deflating
I knew right from the start We d end up hating
Pictures of the merchandise Plastered on the wall
We can look so long as we don t have to talk at all
You say you ll never know him He s an unnatural man
He doesn t want your pleasure He wants as no one can
He wants to know the names of All those he s better than
(Chorus)
I will return
I will not burn . . . . .
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michael p mccullough ++++ Klamath Falls OR # 1.541.884.3278
[email protected] [email protected]
all moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday (joyce/FW)
http://www.magick.net/~michael/ http://www.magick.net/~michael/music.html
#This file is the author s own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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From [email protected] Sun May 4 10:34:37 1997
Date: Sun, 06 Apr 1997 20:53:34 GMT
From: michael p mccullough
To: [email protected]
Subject: CRD: Elvis Costello ////// Two Little Hitlers
Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature,alt.guitar.tab,alt.fan.elvis.costello
Two Little Hitlers (from the album *Armed Forces*)
Why are we racing to be so old?
I m up late pacing the floor I won t be told
You have your reservations I m bought and sold
I ll face the music I ll face the facts
Even when we walk in polka dots and chequer slacks
Bowing and squawking Running after titbits
Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit
(CHORUS)
Two little Hitlers will fight it out until
One little Hitler does the other one s will
I will return I will not burn
Down in the bat
I need my head examined I need my eyes excited
I d like to join the party But I was not invited
You make a member of me I ll be delighted
I wouldn t cry for lost souls, you might drown
Dirty words for dirty minds Written in a toilet town
Dial me a Valentine She s a smooth operator
It s all so calculated She s got a calculator
She s my soft touch typewriter And I m the great dictator
(Chorus)
A simple game of self-respect
You flick a switch and the world goes off
Nobody jumps as you expect
I would have thought you would have had enough by now
You call selective dating For some effective mating
I thought I d let you down, dear But you were just deflating
I knew right from the start We d end up hating
Pictures of the merchandise Plastered on the wall
We can look so long as we don t have to talk at all
You say you ll never know him He s an unnatural man
He doesn t want your pleasure He wants as no one can
He wants to know the names of All those he s better than
(Chorus)
I will return
I will not burn . . . . .
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
michael p mccullough ++++ Klamath Falls OR # 1.541.884.3278
[email protected] [email protected]
all moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday (joyce/FW)
http://www.magick.net/~michael/ http://www.magick.net/~michael/music.html