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Wings Album


Back To The Egg (1979)
1979
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Reception

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Say you don't love him, My Salamander
Why do you need him?
Oh no, don't answer, oh no

I'm getting closer
I'm getting closer to your heart

Keeping ahead of the rain on the road
Watching my windscreen wipers (wipers)
Radio play me a danceable ode
Cattle beware of snipers (snipers)

When will you see me, My Salamander?
Now don't try to tell me
Oh no, don't answer, oh no

I'm getting closer
I'm getting closer to your heart

Hitting the chisel and making a joint
Glueing my fingers together ('gether)
Radio play me a song with a point
Sailor, beware of weather (weather)

Woah, woah, I'm getting closer, My Salamander.
Well, when will we be there?
Oh no, don't answer, oh no

I'm getting closer
I'm getting closer to your heart
I'm getting closer to your heart
I'm getting closer to your heart

I'm getting closer
Closer, closer
Closer, closer, closer, closer

. . .


We're open tonight for fun
So bring all your friends, come on
We're open tonight, come one, come all

We're opening all our doors
We're clearing back all the floors
We're open tonight, come one, come all

Ooh, whoo
Come one, come all
We're open tonight

. . .


(This is it)

Spin it on, don't stop
Take it back to the top
'Cause I've gotta whole lotta love for you
I wanna spin it on, spin it on

Off to the flicks with the piddle in her nicks to the fair with her hair in curlers
Their cousins didn't get all down to the pleasure dome
Their cousins didn't spend their night in an aircraft hangar
Memories...

Spin it on, don't stop
Take it back to the top
'Cause I've gotta whole lotta love for you
That's why I wanna spin it on, spin it on, spin it on

Spin it on!

Spin it on, don't stop
Take it back to the top
'Cause I've gotta whole lotta love for you
That's why I wanna spin it on, spin it on

Off to the fields with a missionary's zeal for the life of the wife of the farmer
Their cousins didn't get all down to the billiard hall
Their cousins didn't spend their time on a pinball table
Memories...

Spin it on, don't stop
Take it back to the top
'Cause I've gotta whole lotta love for you
That's why I wanna spin it on, spin it on

Spin it on! spin it on!
I wanna spin it on! I wanna spin it on!

Spin it on, don't stop
Take it back to the top
'Cause I've gotta whole lotta love for you

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Now you don't wanna be the little woman
Now you don't want to be the little woman
I love, no, no, no, no. I love
Now you don't wanna stay in my school
You don't wanna be the one that's cool
You don't wanna be the little woman I love

You're up all night
And we can let it hang out right, yeah
I said good-bye to all my expectations
The day you walked out of my life

Winter time is coming now
Gimme a sign if you can somehow
Make it clear where you're heading for
Will I see you someday at my door?

Taking it all into consideration
Love's a game I never win.
I've been in very similar situations
Again and again and again

Oh no, now you don't wanna be the little woman
No, you don't want to be the little woman
I love, I love
Now you don't wanna stay in my home
You just wanna be on your own
And you don't wanna be the little woman I love

Take it away
All right
Ah, yeah!

Well things were fine all the summer long
Then things changed, so where did we go wrong?
We can run but we cannot hide
In greener grass on the other side

Taking it all into consideraton
Love's a game I never win
I've been in very similar situations
Again and again and again

Again and again and again
Again and again and again
Again and again and again

Again and again and again
And again and again and again
Again and again and again (and again)
Again and again and again (and again)
Again and again and again (and again)
Again and again and again (and again)

. . .


In a village in Old Siam, sir
There's a lady who's lost her way
In an effort to find a man, sir
She found herself in the old UK

She waited 'round in Walthamstowe
She skated 'round in Scarborough
She waited 'round in Walthamstowe
She skated 'round in Scarborough

In a village in old east end, sir
She met fellow that made her real
Took her rushes to show, this man, sir
He met her dad at the wedding meal

In a letter from Old Siam, sir
Came a terrible tale of woe
She decided the only answer
Was to get off a pile of dough

She waited 'round in Walthamstowe
She skated 'round in Scarborough
Waited 'round in Walthamstowe
She skated 'round in Scarborough

When a relative told her man, sir
He directed her not to stay
In a village in Old Siam, sir
There's a lady who lost her way

In a village in Old Siam, sir
There's a lady who's lost her way
In an effort to find a man, sir
She found herself in the old UK

Waited 'round in Walthamstowe
Scattered 'round in Scarborough
She waited 'round in Walthamstowe
She skated 'round in Scarborough

In a village in Old Siam, sir
There's a lady who's lost her way
In an effort to find a man, sir
She found herself in the old UK

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Ooh, baby, you couldn't have done a worse thing to me
If you'da taken an arrow and run it right through me, ooh
Ooh baby, a bird in the hand is worth two flyin'
But when it came to love, I'd knew you'd be lyin'

It could have been a finer thing
Would have been a major attraction
With no other thing
Offering a note of distraction
Come on, get up, get under way and bring your love

Ooh baby, you wouldn't have found a more down hero
If you'da started at nothing and counted to zero

(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Ooh baby, you couldn't have done a worse thing to me
If you'da taken an arrow and run it right through me

It could have been a finer thing
Flying in a righter direction
With no other thing
Featuring my love and affection
Come on, get up, get under way and bring your love

Ooh baby, you wouldn't have found a more down hero
If you'da started at nothing and counted the zero

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Yeah
All right
Yeah, yeah

With a bird in the hand he says, "Why no dinner?"

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
With a bird in the hand he says, "Why no dinner?"

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

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Well if the same thing happened to you
Would you still put me through what you put me through?
If it happened to you
What if it happened to you?

What if it happened a man kept shaking you down
But you can't get a ride to his side of town?
If it happened to you
What if it happened to you?

What if happened to you?
Keep it out of my shoes
And if you're stepping on toes
Keep it outta my nose

'Cause if the same thing happened to me
Well, it won't be as bad as it used to be
If it happened to you
What if it happened to you?

What if it happened to you?
What if it happened to you?
What if it happened to you, too?

What if it happens to you?
What if it happens to you?
What if happens to you?
Keep it out of my shoes
If you're stepping on toes (ooh)
Keep it outta my nose

'Cause if the same thing happened to me
Well, it won't be as bad as it used to be
If it happened to you
What if it happened to you?
What if it happened to you?

What am I going to do?
What if it happened to you?
Well, what if happened to you?

What if it happened to you?
What if it happened to you?
What if it happened to you?
What if it happened to you?

. . .


After the ball, after the ball
You were the one out in the hall
You were the one, the one who would love me, after the ball

After the ball, after the ball
You were the one out in the hall
You were the one, the one who would love me, after the ball

Well, I arrived, looked around, but the room was full of strangers
Nowhere was a friendly face to be found
Later on, I awoke, but the party, it was over
There you were waiting to bring me 'round

After the ball, after the ball
You were the one out in the hall
You were the one, the one who would love me, after the ball

After the ball, after the ball
You were the one out in the hall
You were the one, the one who would love me, after the ball

How many million miles, day-oh?
How many million miles, day-oh?
When I get up, up, up in the morning, whoa! Lord I know
When I look up, up, up in the evening, whoa! Lord I know
How many million miles, day-oh?
How many million miles, day-oh?
How many million miles, day-oh?

. . .


All through the summer I have followed you around
Bringing a rose for the winter that's coming
Now the snow is on the ground

Winter rose, winter rose
Shine your light in the air
Winter rose, winter rose
Shine your light everywhere

Love awake, toll the bell
Tell the world how glad you are
Love awake to the day
When we can make our love awake

Lord knows we need it any time we can get it
But we forget it every now and then
But if you don't feel it, later on you'll regret it
And if we let it we could set it free, you and me

Love awake, toll the bell
Tell the world how glad you are
Love awake to the day
When we can make our love awake

Snowfalls in the winter
Spring brings the rain
But it's never too long
Before the summer comes again
It always comes again

Love awake

. . .


We're got a chance and we'll take it
We may win or we may lose
We may even have to cut and run for it
Well, it won't be the first time I've run
And it won't be the first time I've been caught
It's the game that matters

Brother, I am proud to know you
This is one of the greatest moments I have ever experienced
I think I sense the situation when I say that we all esteem it an honour
To breathe the rather inferior atmosphere of this station
Here along with our little friend

I guess we shall all go home and treasure the memory of his face
As the whitest thing in our museum of recollections
And, perhaps, this good woman will also go home
And wash the face of our little brother here

I'm inspired with a new faith in mankind
Ladies and gentlemen, I wish to present to you
A sure enough saint, who only wants a halo to be transfigured
Stand right up

. . .


Someone's got a home tonight
Someone's got a road tonight
Someone's got a way, action will be red
You you wanna worry?
Oo, you're gonna knock 'em dead, yeah

Someone's got a show tonight
Someone's gotta go tonight
Someone's doing rhyme, someone turn your mind
Someone to lift your eyes up
Leanin' toward the light, ooh

So glad to see you here
So glad you could come, yeah
So glad to see you here
Carry on (carry on, carry on)
Carry on (carry on, carry on)

Yeah, yeah oh, we're going up tonight
Well in time to make a flight
The airplane's standing on the runway
Engine nervously waiting for something to bite, yeah, yeah

Got to roll tonight
You got to roll tonight
Some have got it bad, some have got to do it
You got it better and there's nothing to it, no no no no no

So glad to see you here
So glad you could come, yeah
So glad to see you here
Carry on (carry on, carry on)
Carry on (carry on, carry on)

Someone's got a home tonight
Someone's got a road tonight
Someone's got a way, action will be red
You you wanna worry?
Oo, you're gonna knock 'em dead

Oh no no no no no no no no, woah
We're open tonight for fun
We're open tonight for fun
We're open tonight for fun
We're open tonight for fun
We're open tonight for fun
We're open tonight for fun
We're open tonight for fun
We're open tonight for fun
We're open tonight for

. . .


When the moon lays his head on a pillow
And the stars settle down for a rest
Just do me one small favour, I beg you
Please play me my baby's request

It's the song that we heard when we started
Now the birds have all flown from our nest
But you could bring back memories departed
By playing my baby's request

My baby said that she knows how it goes
But you're the one who really knows
So go ahead
Just one more time and then we'll go to bed

But you could bring back memories departed
By playing my baby's request

My baby said that she knows how it goes
But you're the one who really knows
So go ahead
Just one more time and then we'll go to bed

When the moon lays his head on a pillow
And the stars settle down for a rest
Just do me one small favour, I beg you
Please play me my baby's requestk

Mh-hm, play me baby's request
Please! Play me my baby's request
One more time

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