Ritz
By Steve Harley / Cockney Rebel
Hark to Roualt's white insanity
Clowns in drag concealing vanity
This is hardly Paradise
We're still in search of petty scorn
Images so dead in mourning
Clap and cheer the man performing
This is hardly Paradise
We're still in search of petty scorn
Couch my disease in chintz-covered kisses
Glazed calico cloth, my costume this is
Come to Pablo Fanque's in indigo
We'll show you pastel shades of rhyme
Take a letter, Ophelia, write
"Sorry Desdemona" bright
Peeking through the nimbus covers
We see the twisted tale of Man
Catch us in the cornfield hiding
Me, Maryse and Moonbeams gliding
Peeking through the nimbus covers
We see the twisted tale of Man
Careless, caress, curl up beside me
Visit, sleep and smile, and drown me
March together, slay like Nero
We'll show you something you understand
(Originally this was "Now we have something you understand.")
Oh! the clown, his stare is eyeless
Shall he make you laugh or cry, yes
March together, slay like Nero
We'll show you something you understand
The other verses are from the Cockney Rebel original version. I've left them in for general interest. Also Steve and Marty performed the whole thing live at least once
It is time to hide my body
Shall we start to speak of Holly
I don't wanna be that superhero
'Til you have something we understand
Heard they're moving Pisces into June
Shall we put together a platoon
I don't wanna be that superhero
'Til you have something we understand