Pet Shop Boys Lyrics

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Dont Drop Bombs Lyrics

The man, who's escorting Don Juan to his bride

Knows he is courting an impudent pride

Think of his jealousy, oh, where will he hide?

The man, who's escorting Don Juan to his bride

The man, who will cover for Don Juan's old soothsayer

Films for a Warner brother or Mister Goldwyn-Meyer

Think of his starlet, how much will he pay her?

The man, who will cover for Don Juan's old soothsayer

An emphas has been reached with the teacher of the rich

To quit would be discrete and swift

But you know that I can't do that

It would be a disaster

It would be a disaster

I've got this sinking feeling, I'm not dreaming

We'll be sorry soon

(Hahahahaha)

At the end of the day, when everyone's resigned

To the heart of the matter and the measures in mind

King Zog's back from holiday, Mary Lupescu's grey

And King Alexander is dead in Marseille

An emphas has been reached with the teacher of the rich,

To quit would be discrete and swift

But you know that I can't do that

It would be a disaster

It would be a disaster

I've got this sinking feeling, I'm not dreaming

We'll be sorry soon.

(Hahahahaha)