Ian Dury And The Blockheads Dance Little Rude Boy Lyrics

Dance Little Rude Boy Lyrics

Hey, with your natty threads and your nifty dreads
And your Dagenham royal
swagger
With your tricky spiels and your Cuban heels
And the face of a
carpet-bagger

With your sweet cologne and your mobile phone
And the
moves of a desperado
You will cut a swathe on your gangster's lathe
And
an overdose of bravado

We see your double hip to the trippy tip
And
your searching every quarter
You can throw more shapes than a
jackanapes
To someone's lovely daughter

So dance little rude boy,
dance
Dance little rude boy, dance
Dance little rude boy, dance
You've
got to know something

Drive me to distraction
Drive me really
mad
Drive me to the action
Take me one more tad

Drive me to the
west wing
Drive me to the right
Drive me to the best thing
That has
happened to me all night

Hey, you turned up trumps in your purple
pumps
And a little bit of made to measure
With your shiny frock and your
yellow socks
You're addressing it to your pleasure

With an urchin
crop and a skimpy top
You've got to have a good thing going
With your
lazy grace and your crazy face
Who cares if your slip is showing?

Now
we can see you're hip to the mother ship
When you pop into the north
horizon
You're the one who's having all the fun
With everybody's eyes
on

So dance little rude girl, dance
Dance little rude girl,
dance
Dance little rude girl, dance
You've got to know
something

Make me go bananas
Make me feel so right
Take me to
Navana
And leave me there all night

Make me hit the ceiling
Send
me round the bend
Take me back to Ealing
When the evening
ends

With your natty threads and your nifty dreads
And your Dagenham
royal swagger
With your tricky spiels and your Cuban heels
And the face
of a carpet-bagger

With your sweet cologne and your mobile phone
And
the moves of a desperado
You will cut a swathe on your gangster's
lathe
And an overdose of bravado

So dance little rude boy,
dance
Dance little rude boy, dance