Pressure
Written by: Ray Davies

Published by: Davray Music Ltd.

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Lyrics:
Pressure pressure I got pressure, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Pressure pressure I got pressure, oh yeah

I don't really want to give it to you
'Cos it's really contagious
You can pick it up anywhere
And it can be quite dangerous
You can spread it mouth to mouth
You can even get it when you're alone
But I can always live with it
Whenever I am close to you

Pressure pressure I got pressure, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Pressure pressure I got pressure

I get it driving in my motor car
I get it when I'm drinking in a bar
I get it riding on the subway
I get it regular every day
And anyone who never had it yet
And doesn't know what I'm going through
But I forget the pressure
When I am close to you

Altogether now-Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Pressure pressure I got pressure Oh yeah. oh yeah. oh yeah
Pressure pressure FEEL THE PRESSURE

You got the pressure and that's a fact
I can tell by the way you act
And I can tell that you're pressurised
By the look that's in your eyes
I know the pressure 'cos I've got it too
So I know what you're going through
But I forget the pressure
Whenever I am close to you

Pretty Polly
Written by: R. D. Davies

Published by: Davray Music/Carlin Music Corp.

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Lyrics:
Polly wouldn't listen to her Mama,
Polly wouldn't listen to her Papa.
She tried to make the swinging city scene,
And now there's not a place that Polly hasn't been.

Polly, pretty pretty Pollyanna,
Pretty pretty Pollyanna,
Pretty Polly Garter
Oh, I think that pretty Polly should have stayed at home.

Pretty Polly, dressed as jolly as can be,
She's so darling, all the fellas do agree,
And half a million people can't be wrong,
Oh, I think that pretty Polly should have stayed at home.

Polly wrote a letter to her Mama,
Polly made confessions to her Papa.
Mummy's proud 'cause Polly's still in chains
She's happy now her baby's coming home again.

Pretty Polly, she learned that life is just a game,
She is sorry, she just had to break the chains.
And Mama knows, 'cause Mama was the same
Oh, she's happy now her baby's coming home again.

Polly, pretty pretty Pollyanna,
Pretty pretty pretty pretty Pollyanna,
Pretty Polly Garter
Oh, Polly, pretty pretty Pollyanna,
Pretty pretty pretty pretty Pollyanna,
Pretty Polly Garter
I think that pretty Polly should have stayed at home.

Prince Of The Punks
Written by: R. Davies

Published by: Davray Music

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Lyrics:
A well known groover, rock 'n' roll user,
Wanted to be a star.
But he failed the blues, and he's back to loser,
Playing folk in a country bar.

Reggae music didn't seem to satisfy his needs.
He couldn't handle modern jazz,
'Cause they play it in difficult keys.
But now he's found a music he can call his own,
Some people call it junk, but he don't care,
He's found a home.

He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it,
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.
He acts working class but it's all bologna,
He's really middle class and he's just a phony.
He acts tough but it's just a front,
He's the prince of the punks.

He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it,
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.

He tried to be gay, but it didn't pay,
So he bought a motorbike instead.
He failed at funk, so he became a punk,
'Cause he thought he'd make a little more bread.

He's been through all of the changes,
From rock opera to Mantovani.
Now he wears a swastika band
And leather boots up past his knees.

He's much too old for twenty-eight,
But he thinks he's seventeen,
He thinks he's a stud,
But I think he looks more like a queen.

He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it,
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.
He talks like a Cockney but it's all bologna,
He's really middle class and he's just a phony.
He acts tough but it's just a front.

He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it,
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.
He acts working class but it's all bologna,
He's really middle class and he's just a phony.
He acts tough but it's just a front,

He's the prince of the punks and he's finally made it,
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.
He acts working class but it's all bologna,
He's really middle class and he's just a phony.
He acts tough but it's just a front,
He's the prince of the punks.

Property
Written by: Ray Davies

Published by: Davray Music Ltd.

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Lyrics:
My bags are packed, I guess it's time for me to go.
I can't say where I'm headed, 'cause I just don't know.
When I think of what I'll be losing,
It's hard to move along,
But it's harder just to stay here,
Knowing that I don't belong.

I'll be in touch, don't worry, I'll be calling you.
I've got no plans, I'm not sure where I'm going to.
It's hard to keep from crying,
After all that we've been through.
I've taken everything I need,
Now all that's left belongs to you.

You take the photographs, the ones of you and me,
When we both posed and laughed to please the family.
Nobody noticed then we wanted to be free,
And now there's no more love,
It's just the property.

It's hard to keep from crying,
After all that we've been through.

Now that it's all over, now that you and I are free,
Now there's nothing left except the bit of property.
Started off with nothing, started off just you and me,
Now that it's all over you can keep the property.

And all the little gifts we thought we'd throw away,
The useless souvenirs bought on a holiday.
We put them on a shelf, now they're collecting dust.
We never needed them, but they outlasted us.

Quiet Life
Written by: Ray Davies

Published by: Davray Music Ltd.?

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Lyrics:
Something's happenin' but I'm just gonna turn a blind eye.
If I see no evil, ask no questions, and I hear no lies.
Can't communicate with minds that are small,
With some people it's like talkin' to the wall
And a fellow who walks away,
lives to battle another day.
And I've really got no appetite
for a fight,
Not tonight.

All I want is a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
No ambition to rock the boat
When I can just stay afloat.

Be content with a quiet life
All I want is a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil at all.
Confidentially, between these walls,
I'm on top of it all.

I'd rather have 'em think I'm deaf, dumb, and blind
Than aggravation every time I speak my mind
Keep _________ at a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.

I could easily blow my top,
Start a row,
But why start now?

Give your daddy a quiet life.
Give your mother a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.

[instrumental section]

Give your daddy a quiet life.
Give your mother a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
Confidentially, between these walls,
I'm on top of it all.

Rainy Day In June
Written by: R. Davies

Published by: Davray/Carlin Music Corp.

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Lyrics:
A misty shadow spread its wings
And covered all the ground
And even though the sun was out
The rain came pouring down

And all the light had disappeared
And faded in the gloom
There was no hope, no reasoning
This rainy day in June

The eagle spread its mighty wings
And pounced upon its pray
And all the skies, so brilliant blue
Turned suddenly to grey

The cherished things are perishing
And buried in their tomb
There is no hope, no reasoning
This rainy day in June

And everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain

The demon stretched its crinkled hand
And snatched a butterfly
The elves and gnomes were hunched in fear
Too terrified to cry

The reckoning was beckoning
They're living to their doom
There was no hope, no reasoning
This rainy day in June

And everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain

Rats
Written by: Dave Davies

Published by: Hill & Range Songs, Inc. - BMI

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Lyrics:
I was lost just wandering round downtown
Many people pushing me around
Hate spreads just like infection
Those rats jumping on and off my back
Fat black rats holding me down
I see rats in every direction
No time to catch your breath
Crazy people lost their heads
Masses trampling on my feet, inconsiderate in their heat
Those rats breeding angriness and spite
Never have done anything right for people like you and me
Walk over all the people you can't see
If they die there's more bread for me
Like snakes crawling through the grass
No time to catch your breath
Crazy people lost their heads
Masses trampling on my feet, inconsiderate in their heat
Those rats breeding angriness and spite
Never have done anything right for people like you and me
See rat face man look at me, he's much too selfish to see
Once he was warm and was kind
Now all he has got is a pinstripe mind
See rat face man look at me, he's much too selfish to see
Once he was warm and was kind
Now all he has got is a pinstripe mind

Repetition
Written by: Ray Davies

Published by: Davray Music Ltd.

Chord file
Lyrics:
You get up in the morning
And every single day
Is just a repetition
It's always been that way
You live alone inside your head
Incommunicado, in the land of living dead

Each day's a repetition
Of the one that went before
Like watching an old movie
You can't sit through anymore
Why don't you kick the habit
And walk right out that door?

From all the repetition
Day after day
All the repetition
It's always been that way

It's in your head, it's in your eyes
You're boring and it's no surprise
With all the repetition
Day after day
All the repetition

They say it's time to start all over
And call it a day
But you go right back where you started
Day after day
You go right back to where you started
Day after day, after day, after day, after day

You look in the mirror
Is anybody there?
It's only a reflection
That doesn't really care
You're a product of your time
Looking hard for something, but you never saw the sign

Lock inside a prison
But that's where you wanna be
Stuck in solitary
And you've thrown away the key
You say you want your freedom
But you don't wanna get away
Then you wake up, it's time for you
To start another day
With all the repetition, day after day, all the repetition
All the repetition day after day
Another chance, another day
You know it's time to get away from all the repetition
Day after day
How long you gonna sit and wait
You're getting on it's getting late

They say it's time to start all over
And call it a day
But you go right back where you started
Day after day
You go right back to where you started
Day after day, after day, after day, after day

Return
Written by: Dave Davies/Russell T. Davies

Published by:

Lyrics:
No lyrics -- instrumental

Return To Waterloo
Written by: Ray Davies

Published by: Davray Music, Ltd.

Chord file
Lyrics:
Look at all the people around me,
Same old faces joining the queue.
For return to Waterloo,
Return to Waterloo.

Started off this morning as usual,
Checkin' out the mail and all the bills to pay.
Maybe something special's gonna happen,
Maybe this is my lucky day.

The forecast says heavy weather,
So take your umbrella just in case.
Will I get away, will I see it through,
On the return to Waterloo.

Return to Waterloo.
Return to Waterloo.

Somehow you feel that the world's been passin' you by.
Can't help thinkin' somehow they're living a lie.
Now I'm asking questions, I never thought I'd ask them before,
Like "why" or "how" or "what am I doing it for?"

Will I reach my destination,
Or will I get off along the way?
Will I reach my destination?

Will I reach my destination,
Have I stopped or am I only going slow?
Have we got a couple more stations,
Or is this as far as we all go?

The headlines cry out from the papers,
"Inflation," "murder," "wars," who really wants to know?
If I return to Waterloo,
It'll cost me more in 1992.

Will I get away,
Will I see it through?
And come back home to you,
On the return to Waterloo.