tusa

All the streets are crammed with things
Eager to be held
I know what hands are for
And i'd like to help myself
You ask me the time
But i sense something more
And i would like to give you
What i think you're asking for
You handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
A boy in the bush
Is worth two in the hand
I think i can help you get through your exams
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom?
When we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom?
You handsome devil
Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
Oh, there's more to life than books, you know
But not much more, not much more
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Ow!


Handsome Devil, The Smiths


[Esta obra-prima da tusa e da dança infecciosa, com alguns dos versos mais fascinantes de sempre, e que é uma das minhas canções mais-que-tudo, terá sido a inspiração para o sketch dos Gato Fedorento "o que tu queres sei eu". Digo eu. Repararam? Está lá tudo. Que lindinho, tudo isto. Bom começo de semana!]