saw a suit in daddys wardrobe i took a swipe lapels size of islands gangster white line pinstripe laughed off the street in the name of my rock n roll still a caterwauling groove will start off vacation eighties plastic soul dont give palpitation richie he no like he call out the firing squad ba ba ba richie look for suede me i look for leather sartorially we groove occasional disaster for tight black canvas no make for a straight legged sixties scenester then we hit the street with poise of commando clothes guitar but arsenal missing one thing exotic glasgow chick they call her the carmen veranda ba ba ba me and richie dream to be like mr richard strung out secure yes we make like junkie hooked up on that stuff they call it the rock n roll i need to consecrate i need consecration clipped and soulful guitar riffing out the nation the nation in my head the national sixties sensation ba ba ba 