| Song | Senses Working Overtime |
| Artist | Classix Nouveaux |
| Album | This Is... 1982 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hey, hey, | |
| The clouds are whey. | |
| There's straw for the donkeys, | |
| And the innocents can all sleep safely, | |
| All sleep safely. | |
| My, my, | |
| Sun is pie. | |
| There's fodder for the cannons, | |
| And the guilty ones can all sleep safely, | |
| All sleep safely. | |
| And all the world is football-shaped | |
| It's just for me to kick in space | |
| And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste | |
| And I've got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in. | |
| I've got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to taste the difference | |
| 'Tween a lemon and a lime | |
| Pain and the pleasure | |
| And the church bells softly chime. | |
| Hey hey, | |
| Night fights day. | |
| There's food for the thinkers, | |
| And the innocents can all live slowly, | |
| All live slowly. | |
| My, my, | |
| The sky will cry | |
| Jewels for the thirsty, | |
| And the guilty one's can all die slowly , | |
| All die slowly. | |
| And all the world is biscuit-shaped, | |
| It's just for me to feed my face, | |
| And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
| And I've got one, two, three, four, five, | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in. | |
| I've got one, two, three, four, five, | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to taste the difference, | |
| 'Tween a lemon and a lime, | |
| Pain and the pleasure, | |
| And the church bells softly chime, | |
| And birds might fall from black skies, | |
| And bullies might give you black eyes, | |
| And busses might skid on black ice, | |
| But to me it's very, very beautiful ˇ | |
| (England's glory!) | |
| Beautiful ˇ | |
| (A striking beauty!) | |
| And all the world is football-shaped, | |
| It's just for me to kick in space, | |
| And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
| And I've got one, two, three, four, five, | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in | |
| I've got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to tell the difference | |
| 'Tween the goods and grime | |
| Turds and treasure | |
| And there's one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in | |
| I've got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to taste the difference | |
| 'Tween a lemon and a lime | |
| Pain and the pleasure, | |
| And the church bells softly chime. |
| Hey, hey, | |
| The clouds are whey. | |
| There' s straw for the donkeys, | |
| And the innocents can all sleep safely, | |
| All sleep safely. | |
| My, my, | |
| Sun is pie. | |
| There' s fodder for the cannons, | |
| And the guilty ones can all sleep safely, | |
| All sleep safely. | |
| And all the world is footballshaped | |
| It' s just for me to kick in space | |
| And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste | |
| And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in. | |
| I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to taste the difference | |
| ' Tween a lemon and a lime | |
| Pain and the pleasure | |
| And the church bells softly chime. | |
| Hey hey, | |
| Night fights day. | |
| There' s food for the thinkers, | |
| And the innocents can all live slowly, | |
| All live slowly. | |
| My, my, | |
| The sky will cry | |
| Jewels for the thirsty, | |
| And the guilty one' s can all die slowly , | |
| All die slowly. | |
| And all the world is biscuitshaped, | |
| It' s just for me to feed my face, | |
| And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
| And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in. | |
| I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to taste the difference, | |
| ' Tween a lemon and a lime, | |
| Pain and the pleasure, | |
| And the church bells softly chime, | |
| And birds might fall from black skies, | |
| And bullies might give you black eyes, | |
| And busses might skid on black ice, | |
| But to me it' s very, very beautiful | |
| England' s glory! | |
| Beautiful | |
| A striking beauty! | |
| And all the world is footballshaped, | |
| It' s just for me to kick in space, | |
| And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
| And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in | |
| I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to tell the difference | |
| ' Tween the goods and grime | |
| Turds and treasure | |
| And there' s one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in | |
| I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to taste the difference | |
| ' Tween a lemon and a lime | |
| Pain and the pleasure, | |
| And the church bells softly chime. |
| Hey, hey, | |
| The clouds are whey. | |
| There' s straw for the donkeys, | |
| And the innocents can all sleep safely, | |
| All sleep safely. | |
| My, my, | |
| Sun is pie. | |
| There' s fodder for the cannons, | |
| And the guilty ones can all sleep safely, | |
| All sleep safely. | |
| And all the world is footballshaped | |
| It' s just for me to kick in space | |
| And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste | |
| And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in. | |
| I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to taste the difference | |
| ' Tween a lemon and a lime | |
| Pain and the pleasure | |
| And the church bells softly chime. | |
| Hey hey, | |
| Night fights day. | |
| There' s food for the thinkers, | |
| And the innocents can all live slowly, | |
| All live slowly. | |
| My, my, | |
| The sky will cry | |
| Jewels for the thirsty, | |
| And the guilty one' s can all die slowly , | |
| All die slowly. | |
| And all the world is biscuitshaped, | |
| It' s just for me to feed my face, | |
| And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
| And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in. | |
| I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to taste the difference, | |
| ' Tween a lemon and a lime, | |
| Pain and the pleasure, | |
| And the church bells softly chime, | |
| And birds might fall from black skies, | |
| And bullies might give you black eyes, | |
| And busses might skid on black ice, | |
| But to me it' s very, very beautiful | |
| England' s glory! | |
| Beautiful | |
| A striking beauty! | |
| And all the world is footballshaped, | |
| It' s just for me to kick in space, | |
| And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste, | |
| And I' ve got one, two, three, four, five, | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in | |
| I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to tell the difference | |
| ' Tween the goods and grime | |
| Turds and treasure | |
| And there' s one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to take this all in | |
| I' ve got one, two, three, four, five | |
| Senses working overtime | |
| Trying to taste the difference | |
| ' Tween a lemon and a lime | |
| Pain and the pleasure, | |
| And the church bells softly chime. |