Little Matchstick Owen - Happy Mondays

The harder you get the more that you like it

The heat and the cold march as one

Thinking and sleeping and smoking and whoring, ooh

Did it ever get boring it soothes you

Me no taxi

Me no radio car

Me no taxi

Get no radio cab

Cause it don’t float that way for you

No it don’t swing that way for I

And your father was disgusted with you

And your brother get busted

No that won’t swing that way for me

No that don’t swing that way for you

The harder you get the more that you want it

The harder it goes the more that you like

You’ll be no taxi

Be no radio car

Get no taxi

You’ll be no radio cab

So you can go to the back of the queue

Oh, and we’re just too nice to get into that queue