Sparks 'Indiscreet' Lyrics (1975) Hospitality On Parade, Happy Hunting Ground, Without Using Hands, Get In The Swing, Under The Table With Her, How Are You Getting Home, Pineapple, Tits, It Ain't 1918, The Lady Is Lingering, In The Future, Looks Looks Looks, Miss The Start Miss The End Option 1 :-  Sparks lyrics index       Option 2 :-  Sparks 'Indiscreet' review Sparks 'Hospitality On Parade' lyrics (Ron Mael) Someday we'll have one extra coastline We'll tire of the Atlantic By then we'll be rid of your lot A shot heard 'round the world will soon be shot, will soon be shot 'Til then have some tea and tobacco Hey Jenny meet your master Be nice, show him kindness and such Be kind to our master But a feeling is a-brewing that we don't need any masters 'Cause we all can be a master and we all can be a king We speak and we sing the way that you do And showed you our hospitality on parade But now we are we, we're no longer you Tara to that hospitality on parade Today you're going to find their descendants In places all around you You're faced with the easiest task How best to act a king when always treated like a king Lunch counters, at banks and the theatre Kind help right there to serve you Men selling, and girls selling too And everyone's special We all are someone special Yes, we all are someone special For we all are someone special Where the customer is king Whoever you are, whoever you bring You'll find that hospitality on parade However you look, you're always a king Wherever there's hospitality on parade I'm special, you're special He's special, she's special We're all someone special And I am the king (Chorus) Whoever you are, whoever you bring You'll find that hospitality on parade However you look, you're always a king Where ever there's hospitality on parade Sparks 'Happy Hunting Ground' lyrics (Ron Mael) Happy hunting ground, happy hunting ground They don't talk or act like you do Happy hunting ground, happy hunting ground No they sure don't look like you Who, what, when, where and why everyday Identify every disease I drew a blank in my language And Latin and Spanish and Greek Thrown out, thrown out, so happy at first I danced 'til I wore out my shoes Now I'm in trouble, I know it Please let me back into school Back in the happy hunting ground Where all around are fair, fair game I need the happy hunting ground 'Cause all around it's not the same How to say it, and not to offend Well, you're still inside it's OK As soon as a girl leaves the refuge Out go the reason they're great Hips are spreading, and never a smile They always demand that they drive Well, I've got to get back inside there Back where at least they're alive (Chorus) Happy hunting ground, happy hunting ground They can sort of dance like you do Happy hunting ground, happy hunting ground But they just can't last like you Some are coming to learn how to read Others to learn how to write But I want a better selection It's larger but poorer outside It's fair, fair game inside etc. (Chorus) It's fair fair game inside etc. (Chorus) Sparks 'Without Using Hands' lyrics (Ron Mael) The canopy over the main doorway of the Ritz hotel Had served as a very large umbrella when the May rains fell Still the men of Paris glistened and their ladies did as well As long as their powder was dry there'd be some heterosexual thrills With or without the protection of the Paris Ritz hotel And every single Parisian will love tonight without using hands And these are the slides that Mary took when we were overseas Oh, look at the funny little Frenchman with some French company There's the Ritz hotel where me and Mary stayed a couple of days Jerry, let go of your sister, what is wrong with you today Sit over there with your mother and let's sing La Marseillaise The only way children are punished, unlike old times is without using hands Oh, what a lovely city, city, city, city Oh, what a lovely city, city, city, city Oh, what a lovely city, city, city, city Oh, what a lovely city, city, city, city Oh, are you willing to go Oh, are you willing to go How about letting me know, without using hands When the explosion rocked the lobby of the Ritz hotel Nobody moved for fear of learning that they weren't all that well Is there is anybody missing, answer only if you're well Everyone cheered the good fortune, for indeed it turned out well Only the manager suffered, but at least his face looks swell The manager is going to live his entire life without using hands Without using hands, etc. Sparks 'Get In The Swing' lyrics (Ron Mael) Get in the swing, pal Get in the swing With everybody and everything (repeat) My friends are here Mind if you go out and not come back again Well, thanks a lot Hooray, hooray The night is younger than the girl who's got the touch But not by much Well, I ain't no Freud, I'm from L.A. But I know certain things That they also serve who sit and wait They're cheaper than paintings And don't need explaining (Chorus) When salmon spawn A ton of water blocks their motion, Spoils their game But on they go Thrashing 'til their mission is fulfilled or else Oh, but they have their friends And have a warm bed waiting Just like I do with you I'm happy, so happy, I'm happy, oh happy (Chorus) All for one, one for all (Chorus) Hello down there This is your creator with a questionnaire Hello up there I don't have the time to fill out questionnaires Sparks 'Under The Table With Her' lyrics (Ron Mael) Nobody misses diminutive offspring Not when there's big wigs there, there Dinner for twelve is now dinner for ten 'Cause I'm under the table with her I give a yelp and they throw me a cutlet Somebody pats her hair, hair Everyone's nice to the subhuman species I'm under the table with her People all around the world are having only rice and tea Two of them should come and take the place of Laura Lee and me (repeat) Sparks 'How Are You Getting Home' lyrics (Ron Mael) How are you getting home It's on my way, so let me take you home, home home sweet home How're you getting home How're you getting home How're you getting home, I'm curious No, I'm really only curious How are you getting home Get away from here Let's get away from here I hope you live a million miles away I could take you half way home tonight Tomorrow you'll be home Tell me how you're getting home We got one thing in common baby We're too good to be at this party We're too good to be anywhere but Inside my car How are you getting home It's on my way, so let me take you home, Home home sweet home (Chorus) Don't let me push you baby What I like is your independence Real spunk, real independence And there's my car How are you getting home It's on my way, so let me take you home, home home sweet home Sparks 'Pineapple' lyrics (Russell Mael) Tropical air helps us harvest all year And serves to promote the vitamin C content In turn yielding greater demand Pineapple: Got to send a case to the city jail The warden likes it because it won't conceal Any sort of handmade weapons That are baked right into their buns And the taste is delectable But won't the prisoners hit the table and shout Pineapple, pineapple, pineapple fulfills every need Pineapple: shares are gonna divide Pineapple: if in us you confide Got a contract for all of the schools They will use it for all of their meals Sure, the kids will throw it real far 'Cause it ain't a milk chocolate bar But you know it don't stain so bad But won't the fling it at a friend and then shout Pineapple: tastes too healthy to me Pineapple: it's filled with vitamin C Pineapple: fulfills every need Pineapple: to all the ships at sea Pineapple: for the English at tea Pineapple: to the Siamese twins Pineapple: to heal those who have sinned Ship some to the Alpine skiing team The coach won't have to worry 'bout the calories Sure it ain't strudel (they're nice) But it helps your balance on ice Puts you back on the winning trail But don't the players moan and groan and then shout: Pineapple: we get it every old night Pineapple: but we're winning all right Pineapple fulfills every need Pineapple: shares are gonna divide Pineapple: if in us you confide Pineapple fulfills every need Pineapple: upward trends are foreseen Pineapple: so invest in Big P Pineapple fulfills every need Pineapple: and the tins can be used Pineapple: for anything that you choose Pineapple, pineapple We'll jet you there, breathe the Hawaiian air Where hula is life, and luaus are for the wife So visit our factory soon Sparks 'Tits' lyrics (Ron Mael) Harry, it's good of you to stay Hear every word I say And not just duck away God, these drinks are something warm and watered down Barkeep, how 'bout some ice Hey, Harry sit back down Say, that little thing there's fine from behind They all look good after three or four, So drink Harry, drink Harry, drink 'til you can't see no more of anything, no more of anything Drink Harry, drink Harry, drink 'til you can't see no more For months, for years, Tits were once a source of fun and games at home And now she says, tits are only there to feed our little Joe So that he'll grow Harry, it's really rough at home I've caught her on the phone Hey, who's that on the phone? Oh, that's no one dear, The standard sort of line Harry, you know me well, You know that I'm not blind Hey, you ain't been drinking Don't you know I'm buying? They all taste good after three or four So drink Harry, drink Harry, drink 'til you can't drink no more of anything, no more of anything Drink Harry, drink 'til you can't drink no more How well I know Tits were once a source of fun and games at home And now she says, tits are only there to feed our little Joe So that he'll grow God, the room is spinning round Hey, drive me home old pal God, you sure get around Harry, I know it's you who's breaking up my home Harry, don't say a word, just drop me off at home Harry, forgive me Harry, let's have just one more It's all so good after three or four It's all so good after three or four It's all so good after three or four So let's drink Harry, drink 'til we can't drink no more of anything, no more of anything Drink Harry, drink Harry, drink 'til we can't drink no more How well I know Tits were once a source of fun and games at home And now she says, tits are only there to feed our little Joe So that he'll grow into a man So let's drink Harry, drink 'til we can't see no more, etc Sparks 'It Ain't 1918' lyrics (Ron Mael) Johnny was a soldier with the Allies Johnny was a soldier all the way Johnny was a soldier with a fun side Johnny liked to laugh a lot each day Johnny met a girl who was a beauty Johnny never thought to live in sin "Do you take this girl?" "Yes I take this girl" Johnny had a next of kin They were happy as they were So everything around would change But they would never, ever change It ain't 1918 except for these two-it ain't 1918... Everybody in Missouri knows them Everybody there has seen their car Everybody seen their Stanley Steamer Everybody knows It's Johnny's car Wave as you see Johnny drive to market Watch a bit of past go steaming by Johnny and his bride Johnny and his car without a change of any kind And they were happy as they were Everything around had changed But they had never, ever changed It ain't 1918 except for there two-it ain't 1918... Many people in St. Lou are wealthy A lady by the name of Miller is Wouldn't it be nice to help out Johnny Kinda play a real life Santa Claus She and many other St. Lou people Bought ol' Johnny quite a fancy car And a modern home Threw away his comb Bought his wife a Paris scarf Johnny thanked the St. Lou folk But told them in a voice so sad That he would rather stay as is The people of St. Lou were mad, and they said It ain't 1918 for us or for you If we can't enjoy it... Then neither will you Sparks 'The Lady Is Lingering' lyrics (Ron Mael) Every word pronounced distinctly, slowly There are no contractions, nothing slurred Unprepared you watch in rank amazement As she lights her cigarette and stirs Every motion is complete, no editing of anything Encouraging, encouraging, and not the customary bill of fare Can't you see the lady is lingering (lingering) This lady's lingering, and you cannot believe the reason why Every sip is of the smallest quantity That still denotes apparent thirst Every question is a means to draw long answers Play the fool, it doesn't hurt Splitting, splitting headache coming Get up early in the morning Where are the funny phrases That are always followed by goodbye (Chorus) Is it now all up to you, do you now guide the evening, or do you await a further signal, a look, a touch, a sigh (Chorus) Risky business, all this waiting, wondering A risky business, all this waiting, wondering A risky business, all this waiting, wondering A risky business, all this waiting, wondering (Chorus) Sparks 'In The Future' lyrics (Ron Mael) It's winter, it's raining You're tired, she's fainting You're bitter, she's brooding But don't be disenchanted 'Cause you can barely stand it The sweep and the grandeur The scope and the laughter The future, the future The future's got it covered With what will be discovered In the future fun is fun In the future, lots of sun I'll be there, it's up to you You'll be there if you don't do nothing foolish You'll love it, I know it I know what you like and You'll love it, I know it We'll need some vintage vino So wash your feet and stamp away Coming soon and everywhere Everyone will walk on air Now it seems so far away But each day it's getting closer and closer Convenience and pleasure All blended together And culture, and madness You think you've seen it all You've seen it all except the future Sparks 'Looks, Looks, Looks' lyrics (Ron Mael) Looks, looks, looks You had sense, you had style, you had cash galore Looks, looks, looks You employed her and dressed her in formal fashion Still you bore her because you ain't got a Nose that's straight, a set of perfect teeth You got a built-in seat, that makes you look effete You know that looks, looks, looks, are why you rely on books Looks, looks, looks From the eye to the brain's just an inch or two Looks, looks, looks From the eye to the heart's only slightly farther The smart grow smarter, but still can't compete And they know deep down that they are scarred for life And that a face can launch a thousand hips It's gonna be all right If it ain't, don't blame me, it's your looks At night she masquerades her passion covered by a veil of calm Say, put on your shoes Say, put on your shoes No use one look at her and anyone can tell that she's on fire Spot her error Spot her error Spot her error Well, now she's all over you Looks, looks, looks No, it's not very hard to make history Looks, looks, looks Just some cavalry and a good uniform that fits in places where everyone tends to look and marvel At the way you lead them on and Look and marvel at the way you win because of Looks, looks, looks As long as you're long on looks Spot her error, etc. Looks, looks, looks Far away, close at hand, it's the only thing Looks, looks, looks On the seas in the sand, any place is laced with those who have it And those who can only look Sparks 'Miss The Start, Miss The End' lyrics (Ron Mael) Neither has a predilection, neither has an afterthought and neither chair gets warm at all and neither takes their jacket off For this they'll pay the same money to see the event as you and I and we'll see it all They've never seen a curtain rise, a kick-off or the final gun and never have they seen the titles flashing cross the rising sun I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I will be silent again Quiet now, It's all gonna begin Miss the start, miss the end 'Coase they're such very good friends And there are things to be loved and things to only attend Miss the start, miss the end The opening bars and the closing bars might as well not exist They're not needed, needed, really needed You and I have got to see the start You and I have got to see the end We need more than just each other So much more than just each other They don't need more than each other Not much more than just each other They don't need the total picture, just a drawing of each other hung inside their bungalow, where wondrous things are all discovered You and I must see how it starts and ends And tell them what they missed once again Sparks Lyrics (Homepage) INDISCREET LYRICS:-  Hospitality On Parade, Happy Hunting Ground, Without Using Hands, Get In The Swing, Under The Table With Her, How Are You Getting Home, Pineapple, Tits, It Ain't 1918, The Lady Is Lingering, In The Future, Looks Looks Looks, Miss The Start Miss The End