Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nicky, artist - Momus. Date of issue: 20.09.2009
Song language: English
Nicky |
| Suppose one day in Bromley, Kent |
| I live my nightmare and am sent |
| To sing for blonde suburban women |
| Before the wives of double-glazers |
| I’d be Julio Inglesias |
| Doing the greats in Argentinian |
| Suppose they Barry Manilow me |
| Screaming «Show me you’re a man» |
| With legs as mottled as salami |
| Ladies, I’m doing the best I can |
| This is how Casanova’s bum |
| becomes a lesson in virility |
| Set to a bossanova drum |
| Sung to tarts decked out like Christmas trees |
| Then in my dressing room I’d see |
| This elephant as pink as me |
| Drinking and singing gloomily |
| About the time they called me, yeah the time the called me, |
| About the time they called me «Nicky» |
| If I could be him! |
| For only an hour |
| If I could be him! |
| Before his grand finale |
| If I could be me, if I could only be cute, cute, cute, absolutely banal! |
| Suppose one evening in Mauritius |
| Entertaining high officials |
| High on whores and marijuana |
| Begging letters from celebrities |
| Begging «Couldn't you write songs for me?» |
| I’d blackmail David Bowie and the Dalai Lama |
| And I’d be an industrialist of song |
| And I could sell with a wink |
| The best in showbiz and in drink |
| Korean floorshows, whiskey from the Congo? |
| (whiskey from the Congo) |
| Me, I’d have a ring on every finger |
| And a thumb in every stake |
| And every stake would be the singer’s |
| And acknowledged, I would legislate |
| The in my Hong Kong orchid den |
| Waiting for 1999 |
| I’d spend the years of my decline |
| Do you remember the time they called me, yeah the time they called me, |
| Oh the time they called me «Nicky» |
| If I could be him! |
| For only an hour |
| If I could be him! |
| Before his grand finale |
| If I could be me, if I could only be cute, cute, cute, absolutely banal! |
| Suppose one day in paradise |
| I find myself to my surprise |
| Singing for ladies flapping swans wings |
| And plucking on my little harp |
| I’d be a beacon in the dark |
| And save the souls of human beings |
| Then Jesus Christ has hardly christened me |
| Son-of-the-one-in-the-directory |
| Between Vic and Jean-Luc Goddard |
| And I grow my beard and walk on water |
| And if I really came on strong |
| And started prancing and Cliff Richard-ing |
| I know it wouldn’t be too long |
| Before I heard the shadows whispering |
| How Satan’s come in from the cold |
| He’s now the shepherd in his fold |
| They’re shouting out requests for oldies |
| From the time they called me, yeah the time they called me, |
| Yeah the time they called me «Nicky» |
| If I could be him! |
| For only an hour |
| If I could be him! |
| Before his grand finale |
| If I could be me, if I could only be cute, cute, cute, good, absolutely banal! |
| He could fall asleep at night |
| He could fall in love all right |
| He could fall asleep at night |
| He could fall asleep at night |
| He could fall in love all right |
| He could fall asleep at night |
| He could fall asleep at night |
| He could fall in love all right |