Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fireball XL5, artist - Madness.
Date of issue: 19.02.1984
Song language: English
Fireball XL5 |
I’ve saved a little bit of money from Christmas gone |
What with my Birthday nearly due |
I’m dressing up as Guy in the shopping arcade |
Have you a penny for a boy named blue? |
I’ve seen it advertised on TV shows |
Flashed up on the evening news |
My local M.P. |
said I should grin and bear it |
But I’d rather go and blow her fuse |
Right on, right off! |
Right off, right on |
Right on, right off! |
Right off, right on |
Let me tell you a little tale of naughty’s |
On the estate I used to loathe |
I aimed 30 rockets at a Shilling each |
You should have seen their front door’s go |
Right on, right off! |
Right off, right on |
Right on, right off! |
Right off, right on |
Let it talk CB |
Fireball XL sitting in the window |
Just waiting for a match to come |
You’re looking so so sad in your pretty coloured frock |
Don’t let that make up on your eye balls run |
I got my little lot of money from a cherished friend |
His name was piggy but he wasn’t to know |
He hit my god-damn hammer like a wall of bricks |
You should have seen his pig tail go |
Right on, right off! |
Right off, right on |
Right on, right off! |
Right off, right on |
Fireball XL propped up at my window |
Wondering what on earth it’s to do! |
Now that it’s gone from the window of the shopping arcade |
Everybody’s looking for a boy named blue |
Blue who |
Blue who |
Blue who |
Blue who |
Quack, quack, quack, quack |
Oink, oink, oink, oink |
Woof, woof, woof, woof |
Bridit, bridit, bridit, bridit |
Albert, albert |
Don’t call us we’ll call you |