When the pirate graves exhume all of their gold
And a hundred thousand spies come in from the cold
When hell freezes over
I'll do just what I’m told to
'Til then I'll kill pussycat kill
If you could see your way clear to a loan
I'd be happy to give you a smile
I've been travelling hard and they miss me at home
I could do with a break for a while
Ooh, la la la la, what's it going to be ?
Ooh, la la la la's all you mean to me
So good to talk, I'm so happy you phoned
They've been driving me out of my mind
When Saturday comes and we're having our fun
We can go out and drink ourselves blind
Ooh, la la la la, what's it going to be ?
Ooh, la la la la's all you mean to me
You go your way, I'll go mine
Meet again some other time
Ooh, la la la la, what's it going to be ?
Ooh, la la la la's all you mean to me
When the pirate graves exhume all of their gold
And a hundred thousand spies come in from the cold
When hell freezes over
I'll do just what I’m told to
'Til then I'll kill pussycat kill
Lyrics by:
Squire
Available on:
Blinded By The Sun single (as b side) (4.12)
Details:
The chorus makes a veiled reference to John le Carré's 'The Spy Who Came in from the Cold' (1963), a British Cold War spy novel that portrays Western espionage methods as morally inconsistent with Western democracy and values.
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