• I'm Not in Love
  • Dreadlock Holiday
  • The Things We Do For Love
  • The Wall Street Shuffle
  • Rubber Bullets
  • Good Morning Judge
  • Donna
  • I'm Mandy Fly Me
  • Life Is A Minestrone
  • Art For Art's Sake
  • The Dean And I
  • Silly Love
  • People In Love
  • The Worst Band In The World
  • For You And I
  • Old Wild Men
  • Clockwork Creep
  • The Second Sitting For The Last Supper
  • Don't Hang Up
  • Somewhere In Hollywood
  • Hotel
  • Blackmail
  • Johnny Don't Do It
  • Une Nuit a Paris
  • Sand In My Face
  • Lazy Ways
  • Brand New Day
  • I Wanna Rule The World
  • Cry
  • Headline Hustler
  • Flying Junk
  • How Dare You
  • Marriage Bureau Rendezvous
  • Speed Kills
  • The Film Of My Love
  • From Rochdale To Ocho Rios
  • The Hospital Song
  • Iceberg
  • Fresh Air For My Mama
  • Honeymoon With B Troop
  • Channel Swimmer
  • Modern Man Blues
  • Reds In My Bed
  • Take These Chains
  • Last Night
  • You've Got A Cold
  • Head Room
  • Oh Effendi
  • I Bought A Flat Guitar Tutor
  • The Sacro-Iliac


In the middle of a caravan
On a four wheel drive oasis
There's a man with a thought in mind
To cash in on the desert faces

Got a truckload of Yorkshire girls
For your harem going places
And the border bums never saw
The guns in the whiskey cases

There's a real, big demand
And it's written in the palm of his hand
He's gonna change the face of the desert
He's gonna sweep away the sand

Hang on sheik, I've got a yellow streak
I ain't here, I'm a mirage
Get back Des, keep it under your fez
And don't give us away in the massage

Look what I did for the pyramid
I put a pool in and made it pay
I built a elevator and a film theater
I shipped it to the U.S.A.

There's a real big demand
And it's written in the palm of my hand
I'm gonna change the face of the desert
I'm gonna sweep away the sand

Hang on friends
There's a lot more goodies in the pipeline
So this ain't the time to close the deal
Here's the deal

Ooh, now you've got a Howitzer all of your own
Ooh, and a Panzer division to chauffeur you home
Gun running is fun
But hang on, friends, hang on friends

Allah be praised, there's a whole new craze
We're gonna shoot up the foreign legion
And it's up with the sheik and down with the frog
We're gonna liberate the region

(Oh Effendi)
We're gonna bury your head in the sand
(Oh Effendi)
You better get off my doggone land

Hey, prince of the moonbeams, son of the sun
Light of a thousand stars
Your gorillas are urban and there's bourbon on your turban
And the sun shines out of your ass

(Oh Effendi)
I'm gonna grovel in your wake
(Oh Effendi)
It's all been a big mistake

You're gonna cut out my liver if I don't deliver
Things are getting out of hand
I'm going to ride off into the sunset
And make a deal with the promised land

Goodbye friends
There's no more goodies in the pipeline