Lyrics Dance Little Rude Boy - Ian Dury , The Blockheads
Hey,
with
your
natty
threads
and
your
nifty
dreads
And
your
Dagenham
royal
swagger
With
your
tricky
spiels
and
your
Cuban
heels
And
the
face
of
a
carpet-bagger
With
your
sweet
cologne
and
your
mobile
phone
And
the
moves
of
a
desperado
You
will
cut
a
swathe
on
your
gangster's
lathe
And
an
overdose
of
bravado
We
see
your
double
hip
to
the
trippy
tip
And
your
searching
every
quarter
You
can
throw
more
shapes
than
a
jackanapes
To
someone's
lovely
daughter
So
dance
little
rude
boy,
dance
Dance
little
rude
boy,
dance
Dance
little
rude
boy,
dance
You've
got
to
know
something
Drive
me
to
distraction
Drive
me
really
mad
Drive
me
to
the
action
Take
me
one
more
tad
Drive
me
to
the
west
wing
Drive
me
to
the
right
Drive
me
to
the
best
thing
That
has
happened
to
me
all
night
Hey,
you
turned
up
trumps
in
your
purple
pumps
And
a
little
bit
of
made
to
measure
With
your
shiny
frock
and
your
yellow
socks
You're
addressing
it
to
your
pleasure
With
an
urchin
crop
and
a
skimpy
top
You've
got
to
have
a
good
thing
going
With
your
lazy
grace
and
your
crazy
face
Who
cares
if
your
slip
is
showing?
Now
we
can
see
you're
hip
to
the
mother
ship
When
you
pop
into
the
north
horizon
You're
the
one
who's
having
all
the
fun
With
everybody's
eyes
on
So
dance
little
rude
girl,
dance
Dance
little
rude
girl,
dance
Dance
little
rude
girl,
dance
You've
got
to
know
something
Make
me
go
bananas
Make
me
feel
so
right
Take
me
to
Navana
And
leave
me
there
all
night
Make
me
hit
the
ceiling
Send
me
round
the
bend
Take
me
back
to
Ealing
When
the
evening
ends
With
your
natty
threads
and
your
nifty
dreads
And
your
Dagenham
royal
swagger
With
your
tricky
spiels
and
your
Cuban
heels
And
the
face
of
a
carpet-bagger
With
your
sweet
cologne
and
your
mobile
phone
And
the
moves
of
a
desperado
You
will
cut
a
swathe
on
your
gangster's
lathe
And
an
overdose
of
bravado
So
dance
little
rude
boy,
dance
Dance
little
rude
boy,
dance
Dance
little
rude
boy,
dance
You've
got
to
know
something
Drive
me
to
distraction
Drive
me
really
mad
Drive
me
to
the
action
Take
me
one
more
tad
Drive
me
to
the
west
wing
Drive
me
to
the
right
Drive
me
to
the
best
thing
That
has
happened
to
me
all
night
Make
me
go
bananas
Make
me
feel
so
right
Take
me
to
Navana
And
leave
me
there
all
night
Make
me
hit
the
ceiling
Send
me
round
the
bend
Take
me
back
to
Ealing
When
the
evening
ends
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