Lyrics Stuff - Nik Kershaw

Stuff

Hot one, everybody’s got one
Everybody else but you
Must have, better than the riff-raff
Better than the judges too
Tiny, little black and shiny
Couldn’t live a day without
New one, better than the old one
Better throw the old one out
Help me, I think I’ll go to pieces
I think I’m going to cry
If I don’t get my
Stuff, stuff, I can’t get enough
I can’t kick the drug I’m taking
Stuff, stuff, I can’t feel the love
I can’t rise above this craving
Enslaving me
Oh fantastic, stick it on your plastic
Never mind the debt you’re in
Nonesuch, doesn’t matter how much
Gotta be the latest thing
Tres bon, anything with knobs on
Anything with flashing lights
Hi-fi, stick it on your hard drive
Fill it up with gigabytes
Help me, I think I’ve gone to hell
I think I’ll go to war
If I don’t get more
Stuff, stuff, I can’t get enough
I can’t kick the drug I’m taking
Stuff, stuff, I can’t feel the love
I can’t rise above this craving
Enslaving me
No saving me, oh…
Stop, stop, I’m full to the top
(I feel I won’t, I love, I need)
Stuff, stuff, i can’t get enough
I can’t kick the drug I’m taking, oh…
Stuff, stuff, can’t feel the love
Can’t rise above this craving
Enslaving me