Rod McLaughlin


Elvis Costello's Puns (20 feb 16...21 mar 16)

"No, they cannot touch me for coining; I am the King himself"

 

I don't know if you've been loving somebody

I only know it isn't mine

Alison

 

Though you may not be an old fashioned girl

You're still going to get dated

Girls Talk

 

I could be a corporal into corporal punishment 

Or the general manager of a large establishment 

I could join a chain of males or be the missing link

Goon Squad

 

I don't like you walking round with physical jerks

Living in Paradise

 

There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes

Green Shirt

 

Your mouth is made up but your mind is undone

They keep you hanging on

Until you're well-hung

Accidents Will Happen

 

You'll never be the guilty party girl

But I know you've got me and I'm in a grip-like vise

Party Girl

 

When you're lying in between her

You check her outline

Busy Bodies

 

Hearts of oak and long trunk calls

Sunday's Best

 

Snakes and ladders running up and down her nylons

Are you ready for the final solution?

Chemistry Class

 

I'd like to join the party

But I was not invited

Two Little Hitlers

 

Under the Geiger counter

Clean Money

 

Wthout the sense of the occasional

Talking in the Dark

 

He's got double vision

When you want him double jointed

The Imposter

 

So fond of the fabric

So fond of fabrication

Now I know that you're all King Horse

King Horse

 

You lack lust, you're so lacklustre

My case is closed, my case is packed

Possession

 

Don't wear your heart out on your sleeve when your remarks are off the cuff

Riot Act

 

When you wake up with X-rated eyes

Men Called Uncle

 

Till I step on the brakes to get out of her clutches

Till I speak double dutch to a real double duchess

New Amsterdam

 

High fidelity

High Fidelity

 

Now she's framed and hung up

Black and White World

 

All of this acceleration is driving you to death

5ive Gears in Reverse

 

You can't stand it when it goes from reel to reel

Too real too real

You can't stand it when I throw punch lines you can feel

All the time, there's a rule book in Brittania

That no one ever waives

B Movie

 

I struck lucky with motel matches

Motel Matches

 

As you go from claws to clause

Temptation

 

Have you ever been had in Clubland?

The long arm of the law slides up the outskirts of town

Clubland

 

I don't mean to be mean much anymore

Pretty Words

 

If you've got the Yen

Luxembourg

 

Now dad is keeping mum

Shot With His Own Gun

 

She's got eyes like saucers oh you think she's a dish

She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish

The prince in darkness stole some tart

Big Sister's Clothes

 

You know she has no sense

For all your jealousy

In a sense she still smiles very sweetly

Beyond Belief

 

The pretty things of Knightsbridge

Lying for a minister of state

Man Out of Time

 

Lying on a slag heap

And In Every Home



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