LYRICS

WARRIORS OF STYLE

Warriors! “Yeah!” Do you like fashion? “Yeah!” Do you like bombs? “No!” We are warriors And fashion, not bombs is our weapons! “Yeah!” All behold the warriors going off to war Sailing down your fantasies In a great big golden gondola We charge into pop history With battle in our hearts We are the best and we will not rest Till we dominate the singles chart We don’t carry rifles or bullets or swords The sharpest thing that we possess Is our dress sense of course We are warriors and fashion is our weapons Tear your t-shirt off and throw it to the lions Onward, upward, sideways, down To the record company We rip the gold discs from the walls And melt them down for jewellery Fascistic guards in horrendous clothes Eject us through the door Wise men say we should leave it there But we’ve got to fight this bloody war Heroes are sleeping, maidens are weeping Robots are beeping in this world I’ve made up We are warriors and fashion is our weapons Tear your t-shirt off and throw it to the lions And even though you fool your mates That you don’t like what you see Down below that plain white vest You’re a dandy just like me Don’t cut off a warrior’s head It won’t kill him, you know He’ll still be alive for an hour or so Like the proverbial chicken He’s gonna give you a kickin’ And you are gonna be lickin’ your wounds Don’t cut off a warrior’s head Cos he’ll still run around He’s gonna dance to the rhythm Of the warrior sound Don’t giggle at the way He’s got his wardrobe arranged Because there’s nothing Le Funny About Gary Le Strange We are warriors and fashion is our weapons Tear your t-shirt off and throw it to the lions Wise men say that when all’s said and done You can’t get any higher than Number One But when the war is over And the battle’s been fought This record’s gonna get to Number Nought Doo diddle doodle diddle Quacka wacka doo dum Doo diddle doodle diddle Quacka wacka doo dum Aww Aww Aww Aww Yah!

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