Junk Dance

Won't control, won't be controlled
Can't control, can't be controlled
No-one dictates, no-one tells
Nobody kisses and nobody smells

	Made to consume, consume to be made
	Made in Japan, maidens with hands
	Hands on thin hips, hips over feet
	Doing junk dance (junk dance)

Sometimes I wish I were you
That I could do the things you do
But I feel like an Achilles heel
If I wasn't a mistake I'd be the wheel


They drink cold beer, tell old jokes
You must admit they're not bad blokes
All have jobs and they all have wives
They all want happy T.V. lives
They wait for a wave that will carry them away
It leaves them alone it leaves anyway
(Words, words, words and nothing coming through
'Cause I can't find a version that I like of you)


Words and Music: David Parkin
1989