Lyrics:
Big quiff you could call man Elvis
Makes girls go weak from my pelvis
Don't bottle it up you can't sell this
On stage like a northern Elvis
On stage
I thought I'd have a quiff by 18
And a car by 22
I've not been feeling good lately
I need to get outta my room
Look at us all grown up
But I feel
was a puppet in her hands, and
She was the worst and i gave her my best
Now this angel's the best
And i'm giving my worst
I love the quiffs
you got a quiff like elvis
how can you sell this
escalade, st tropez
What escalade!?
i saw you drivin a Nissan Sunny down Peckham way.
'Caus your
trouxe o marrom
Bola um spliff
Decora com quiff
De rolê na city pique bandidão
Os cara que eu ando já tão maquinado
De bm zero nóis passa jogado
Passa o
the washer
And I don't know how to cope
My quiff's now hanging limp
And I've turned into a wimp
I'm not Elvis
But like Pricilla, you are gone
I thought you
whipped the Quiffs
They're all looking 'round
For the last gang in town
Meanwhile down in black town
Those old soul rebels are haingin' around
An'
Then shall neither quiff come on my head nor comb come in my hair
And shall neither coal nor candlelight shine in my bower mair.
And neither will I
Then shall neither quiff come on my head nor comb come in my hair
And shall neither coal nor candlelight shine in my bower mair.
And neither will I
Then shall neither quiff come on my head nor comb come in my hair
And shall neither coal nor candlelight shine in my bower mair.
And neither will I
white and fluffy.
He just had sideburns.
He just had sideburns. and a quiff.
He said hi. I said hi.
I was still clean.
I was squeeky clean.
I was
20 ft. high on Blackpool promenade
Fake royalty second hand sequin facade
Limited face paint and dyed black quiff
Overweight and out of date
scene, Van Tango)
He wore his quiff Venetian style
(Venetian style, Van Tango)
His fags were cheap, but with a filter
(Really cheap, Van Tango)
He
highlights, flourescent sock,
Steve lynex and gordon smith,
Martin fry grew a quiff,
Haysi fantayzee, videotech,
Shakey drove us crazy, what the heck,
Hazel
and move slowly down.
I thought I had seen everything,
He wasn't white and fluffy,
He just had side burns,
He just had side burns,
And a quiff
We all got our marks to what or who we belong
Apart we are weak but together we're strong
Don't knock one of us or we all take offence
For a quiff
combed my hair in a big El quiff,
Lots of grease to make it stiff,
My pointed toes and my boot-lace tie -
I'm going to catch your eye.
Oh, oh, rock
dance on clubbed iron feet
Kicking each other to death to the beat
Oh yeah
How come you still invade my dreams
You belong in my Quiff Street fairground
is dismay
The music is dead
‘Cause of the people like you
A meter long quiff is not my point of view
You’re strong cause you're fashion, my strength is
probleminha
O sonho de consumo
De toda novinha
Quer dar role tem o foguetão
Se tá chovendo vai de nave
Tirando onda de mechas quiff
Nós ficou mó chave
Lancei
Half-past-six with a belly full of grub
Stiff with a quiff quits home for the pub
Seven to eleven in the public bar
'We're here for the beer
indie quiffs
We'll write some decent songs
Give up the joints and bongs
Not behave like dongs, at
With his messy quiff Cycling through the fields Asking locals
A place where he can sleep
I see colours
And will I follow
Settling down is the last
Just because you think
Doesn't mean you should
Just because you speak
Doesn't mean you should
With your quiff and maudlin stare
You make me
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