Whatever Makes You Tick

We put a band together the year was 96
Played in bars around the town tried to pick up chicks
But the beer it tasted funny the crowd was just a bunch of ----
O whatever makes you tick makes you tick

I met a girl called Nancy went back to her flat
We made love on her bed all night on the floor cats sat
I said I'd best be going if I leave you'll think I'm just a prick
No she said whatever makes you tick makes you tick

So I came back the next night and the next night and the next
Wrote those songs at your place and left you feeling vexed
All the women dancing round we played those songs so badly and so quick
O whatever makes you tick makes you tick

Black 47 were the kings we were the underlings
Their songs were on the radio none of us could sing
Paddy Reillys' on a Saturday night got to get there quick
O whatever makes you tick makes you tick

Oh the music is still there in the rancid New York air
Our language is bad language but we don't ------- care
Nancy's older wiser she no longer wants her midnight kicks
O whatever made her tick made her tick

You can't kill a dream so easily it just won't let go
The women aren't so easy we never made much dough
But that's the way it goes the same old chords the same old tricks
Whatever makes you tick makes you tick x 2