Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Byline Browne , by - Ian Dury. Song from the album Apples, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 31.12.1988
Record label: Warner Music UK
Song language: English
Byline Browne |
| I’m here to find out what makes you tick |
| I’m here to discover the secret you |
| I intend to reveal you’re crooked and sick |
| And I don’t give a damn if none of it’s true |
| 'Cos I’m Byline Browne from the national press |
| And that is how I earn my wages |
| I bring exposure and distress |
| As I spread your guts across the centre pages |
| I’m here to solicit your innermost thoughts |
| I’m fuelled by jealousy, venom and drink |
| I poke in your dustbins and I lurk round the courts |
| I puke up your portrait in bright yellow ink |
| 'Cos I’m Byline Browne of the popular press |
| The man who bought you babies for sale |
| I’ll blackmail your neighbour and look up your dress |
| But come what may I’ll tell my tale |
| I cover each item as issues arise |
| With a skein of fabric of tissue of lies |
| I’ll f*ck up your family, your future and friends |
| And I’ll see you in hell before my story ends |
| I’m a reporter with senses and hunches |
| Somebody’s daughter’s turned into a junkie |
| I’m on a reporter’s expenses and lunches |
| And a whiskey and water and I don’t give a monkey’s |