It ain't the way you crawl across the Cathouse floor It ain't the way you curse me when you slam the bedroom door It aint the way you sweat me for a handful of easy cash It's just the way you love me when you turn to trash Trash It's not the way you dress when you socialize, oh those eyes It ain't the diamond rock or that Rolls you drive You can walk the streets with all your uptown flash, such flash But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash You're such trash I love the way you look You're such a high class tramp It's not the way you touch me when you... ooh yeah You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream And you're ripe at last But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash Trash I love the way you look You're such a high class tramp - oh like a tramp It's not the way you touch me when you... ooh Make me understand - oh yeah You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream And you're finally ripe at last But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash You know you're mighty cool You know you're mighty wild Come on down here with that Penthouse smile Trash - dirty baby. Maybe you went down low as you can get Been dripping hard and put away wet - yeah Trash. What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it. What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it. Hey baby what's your name? Ah she's trash - uh ah - street trash How low can you go? Low! My love is like a lollypop Would you lick it? All the way to the chewy center Oh yeah. Trash Trash

Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it's our kookiness, Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds, Maybe it's our looseness, But we're trash, you and me, We're the litter on the breeze, We're the lovers on the streets, Just trash, me and you, It's in everything we do, It's in everything we do... Maybe, maybe it's the things we say, The words we've heard and the music we play, Maybe it's our cheapness, Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had, The lazy days and the crazes and the fads, Maybe it's our sweetness, But we're trash, you and me, We're the litter on the breeze, We're the lovers on the street, Just trash, me and you, It's in everything we do, It's in everything we do...

(Ferry/Manzanera) Are you customised or ready-made? Heavy metal trick or treat? Only seventeen On the level trash is neat Teenage fever oh you've got it bad Caught the flavour want it all Only seventeen Bet you know the trash I mean Row your features into magazines Go to Plaza - where's the trade? Only seventeen Slips are lower trash is in

Momma made something sweet It's good for you to eat But you were out late messing around The girls are in your hands Dangerous charm you don't understand The other men will burn you alive You're just naive boy You better leave boy Tonight The streets are whispering now Of this gentlemen in town A lover, who cannot be beat The men around town Gathered on the sacred ground And repeated to beat their chests You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now Been hiding as you can Too weak to even stand Your bones don't fit your skin no more Caught you crying at the moon Begging momma for a room But she's felt the burn of your love You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now Got down on your knees to pray Asking your father in his grave He whispered son Get on your horse and ride I'm gonna show you Where you gonna die Where you gonna die Where you gonna die You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now You're just naive boy You better leave boy Right now Outro This blessing turned to curse Your charm worked in reverse And a love song That is burnt in my mind

We started out from Bern one sunny August morn' There was just the four of us against the Matterhorn There was Albert the Australian and John the Irishman Me and Bill from Britain, mad dogs in the sun Matterhorn, Matterhorn Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn That mighty Matterhorn Two miles up, we lost John and our rations fell below Now Al and Bill are lying beneath an avalanche of snow Now here I am alone now, and I know I cannot stop Two more yards in front of me until I reach the top Matterhorn, Matterhorn Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn That mighty Matterhorn Well, here I am a dying upon the Matterhorn Not a grave for me to lie in nor grave to keep me warm And the Queen would surely knight me if I could get back down But it's closer here to heaven Than it is back to the ground Matterhorn, Matterhorn Men have tried and men have died to climb the Matterhorn That mighty Matterhorn That mighty Matterhorn