Ian Dury - Take Me To The Cleaners текст песни

Dury-McEvoy

Hey, I want to be your partner in the rackets
And I'll be your accomplice in the crime
Like jewel thieves in San Tropez we'll steal the precious nights away
The angels smile on those who take their time.

Take me to the cleaners, I want to go to the cleaners
Take me to the cleaners, I will be creased and pressed.

I want to be your comrade in the con-game
And we'll conspire to untold dirty deeds
Through custom's old deceitful web we'll smuggle love instead of Leb
No sweat, no fear, no worry beads.

Take me down to Sketchley's, I must go down to Sketchley's
Take me down to Sketchley's and drape me on a rail
Take me to the cleaners, I want to go to the cleaners
Take me to the cleaners and keep me out of jail.

I want to share your handcuffs in the transit
And be your co-defendant at the trial
To hear these words on judgement day : 'Not guilty, let them go their way'
And know that we were laughing all the while.

Take me to the co-op, I want to go to the co-op
Take me to the co-op, I need to pop my cork
Take me to the cleaners, I want to go to the cleaners
Take me to the cleaners, I must have more French chalk.

Take me down to safeways, I must go down to safeways
Take me down to safeways, old Bill's on my daily
Take me to the cleaners, I want to go to the cleaners
Take me to the cleaners but not to the Old Bailey.