Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Final Derriere, artist - Sparks.
Date of issue: 08.10.2015
Song language: English
The Final Derriere |
As I peer out of my window at night |
Catching a glimpse and stirring my appetite |
Can’t tear my eyes off the sights on the street |
Another derriere |
Another derriere |
Ah, Master Passion, you’ve laid into me |
While I observe, there goes 1, 2, and 3 |
So many walking the streets endlessly |
Another derriere |
Another derriere |
Doctor, rid me of this desire, ire, ire |
(Doctor, rid me of this desire) |
(Doctor, rid me of this desire) |
Doctor, help me put out this fire, fire, fire |
(Doctor, help me put out this fire, fire, fire) |
(Doctor, help me put out this fire, fire, fire) |
Fine, if that is what you desire |
A little bit off the top |
A little bit off the top |
A little bit off the top |
A little bit off the top |
Out on the streets, cured at last, so relieved |
Oh no, again, once again, I’m aggrieved |
«Crack» goes the whip, Master Passion is sweet |
Another derriere |
Another derriere |
Can’t look away, can’t pretend they’re not there |
Cover my eyes, but I know they’re still there (know they’re still there) |
Run to the doctor, it’s come back again |
Another derriere |
Another derriere |
Doctor, rid me of this desire, ire, ire |
(Doctor, rid me of this desire) |
(Doctor, rid me of this desire) |
Something more invasive this time |
A little more off the top |
A little more off the top |
I guarantee it will stop |
I think that this time, it’ll stop |
Out on the streets, well, I guess that is that |
Oh no, a derriere, I’m thrown to the mat (thrown to the mat) |
Now Master Passion is at it again |
Another derriere |
Another derriere |
Doctor, do not hold back the cure, ire, ire |
(Doctor, rid me of this desire) |
(Doctor, rid me of this desire) |
If that’s what you want, here we go |
Yet a little more off the top |
Still a little more off the top |
And a little more off the top |
Yet a little more off the top |
Still a little more off the top |
And a little more off the top |
Yet a little more off the top |
There sits the man, not much there, almost gone |
Still he perceives something, tries to grab on |
Gnarled fist attempts it, but now he is gone |
His final derriere |
The final derriere |