Woorden:
Lied Ian

I sit in judgement on the market square. I have my favourite table and I have my chair. Natives are friendly and the sun flies high. All kinds of crazy

Vertaling: Ian, Anderson. Calliandra Shade (The Cappuccino Song).

Vertaling: Ian Dury And The Blockheads. De (Body Song).

: I?m and Irish cripple, a Scottish jew I?m the blackmail man A raspberry ripple, a buckle-my-shoe I?m the blackmail man I?m a dead fish coon, a pikey

: Just cos I ain't never 'ad, no, nothing worth having Never ever, never ever You ain't got no call not to think I wouldn't fall Into thinking that I

: in the deserts of Sudan and the gardens of Japan from Milan to Yucatan every woman, every man hit me with your rhythm stick hit me, hit me je t'adore

: You must have seen parties of Blockheads With blotched and lagered skin Blockheads with food particles in their teeth What a horrible state they're

: If I was with a woman she'd wonder what was happening Little things would slowly go askew If I was with a woman I'd make her quite unhappy a?˜Specially

: In the mirror, when I'm debonair My reactions are my own affair A body likes to be near the bone Oh Nancy, Leslie, Jack and Joan I die when I'm alone