Trendy Wendy
You know what I mean
Hanging around with the girl
Who's rolling up her jeans

She watches her street cred
'Cause she's no dummy
Saw rocking the microphone
And now she's calling me a honey

Says I know what I want
Don't move with thugs
We're house parties, hip-hop
And smoking drugs

And whoever's been the boss
She's down with them
She's always on time
'Cause the girl got rhythm

To avoid all complications
I'll give some information
About a certain location
Under Paddington Station

'Cause a-when I host my show-a
I avoid the girl called Lola
Who's more pu-pu-public than a drink
They call-a Coca-Cola

But I'm gonna practice posing
Face is shaded in black
Is dominating as my colour
The Massive Attack

Right now I hit it
Kick it
Flow smooth
Hit middle wicket

I take a small step
Now it's a giant stride
People say I'm loud
Why should I hide?

Only had a small taste
So what a waste
I quietly observe
Though it's not my space

Bottom end's heavy
You know we're never even
People call me Tricky
For particular reason

I've got you, say
And I've got to let you know, see
Rocking in your area
Rock beneath your balcony

My baby just cares for me
Well, that's funny
Her touch tickles
Especially on my tummy

(Daddy G)
Now who's got the microphone?

Now who's honey?

(Daddy G)
A turbo turbo
And chant with a charge
Addy Daddy G
Wild Bunch Crew at large

Don't call me an officer
Just call me a sarge
Mashing up the country
Planning also abroad

Plan to go to America
When I get a visa card

But getting a visa card
Nowadays isn't hard

(Daddy G)
So keep your ears peeled
And listen to every chord
Tokyo City's
One place that we toured

Four Technic
Plus two mixer board
Sharper than a Wilkinson
Razor Sword

When I was a child
I played Subbuteo on
My table then I graduate
To Studio One

'Cause D's my nom de plume, you know
But 3's my pseudonym
And around my neck, you know
I wear the Sony Boodo Khan

Indigo blues
You got me in my own shoes
The people dancing in the shape
For what they make they can't lose

Yes, waxing lyrical
But time, it's not satirical
It's kinda spherical
So jam me in a circle

This is the miracle
Of the dub-plate dub selection

(Daddy G)
So whether you're black or white
Or half-caste in your complexion

Yes, pull out your phono plug
And tuck you in, you phony
It started by Marconi
Resumed by Sony

A summary of wireless
History and only
By Massive Attack, enorme

(Horace Andy)
Wo-oh ah
Yeah, yeah

Get away with you gangsters
We don't want it
Wo-oh ah

(Deep down, deep down, deep down)
Get away with you gangsters
We don't like it
Wo-oh ah

Eternal love, eternal love

Money, money, money
Root of all evil
Now you're gone

Money, money, money
Root of all evil

Oh-ow, hear me now

Money, money, money
Root of all evil

Money, money, money
Root of all evil


Mash it
Oh yeah

Hear me now
Hear me now
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes

So good, so good
Squeeze me girl

Wo-oh ah

Oh ah
Oh ah
Oh ah

Money, money


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