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The Boomtown Rats
The Boomtown Rats
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Bob Geldof
Bob Geldof
Stimme und Gesang
Pete Briquette
Pete Briquette
Bassgitarre
Gerry Cott
Gerry Cott
Gitarre
Johnnie Fingers
Johnnie Fingers
Tasteninstrumente
Simon Crowe
Simon Crowe
Schlagzeug
Garry Roberts
Garry Roberts
Gitarre
Alan Holmes
Alan Holmes
Saxofon
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bob Geldof
Bob Geldof
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Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
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There was a lot of rocking going on that night Cruising time for the young bright lights Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door The five lamp boys were coming on strong The Saturday night city beat had already started and the The pulse of the corner boys just sprang into action and Young Billy watched from under the yellow street light, and said "Tonight, of all nights, there's gonna be a fight" Billy don't like it living here in this town (he says) Traps have been sprung long before he was born (he says) Hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors And pus and grime ooze from its scab-crusted sores There's screaming and crying in the high-rise block It's a rat trap, Billy, but you're already caught But you can make it if you wanna, or you need it bad enough You're young and good-looking, and you're acting kind of tough Anyway, it's Saturday night, time to see what's going down Put on the bright suit, Billy, head for the right side of town It's only 8 o'clock, but you're already bored You don't know what it is, but there's gotta be more You'd better find a way out, hey, kick down that door It's a rat trap and you've been caught In this town, Billy says, "Everybody's trying to tell you what to do" In this town, Billy says, "Everybody says you gotta follow rules" You walk up to the traffic lights, you switch from your left to your right You push in that button and the button comes alight It lets you Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk Hey, Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk Hey, Billy, take a walk with me (Take a walk that leads to me) (Sweet high school blues) Well, little Judy's trying to watch "Top of the Pops" But mum and dad are fighting, don't they ever stop? She takes up her coat and walks down to the street It's cold on her road but it's got that home beat Deep down in her pocket, she finds 50p Hey, is that any way for a young girl to be? I'm gonna get out of school, work in some factory Work all the hours God gives me, get myself a little easy money Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now Her mind's made up, she walks down the road Her hands in her pockets, coat buttoned against the cold She finally finds Billy down in the Italian Café When he's drunk, it's hard to understand what Billy says But then he mumbles in his coffee and he suddenly roars "It's a rat trap, Judy, and we've been caught" Rat trap, you've been caught in it Rat trap, you've been caught in it Rat trap, you've been caught in it Rat trap, you've been caught in it Rat trap, you've been caught in it Rat trap, you've been caught in it (hey Billy) Rat trap, you've been caught in it Rat trap, you've been caught in it Rat trap, you've been caught in it (watch out, watch out, watch out) Rat trap, you've been caught in it
Writer(s): Bob Geldof Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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