Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::

"Gold" by Spandau Ballet





Lyrics ::




One bacon maple bar

One banana Cronut to go

Two cream puffs with custard and jam

This is my lunch hour

Why not try fried sugar and dough

Rather have a sweet than sour



Oh, but I want them fresh and I want them warm

Nothing left over from last week

Not one you marked as antique

Oh... Your doughs, sir, are cold

Your doughnuts are petrified

Fossilized fritters like rocks

All indestructable

I put one down my pants, and it's cold

Ancient artifacts, not dessert



Always believe in

Doughnuts indestructable



Your doughnuts are cold as ice



Now I am tasting one

I am stunned by the lack of flavor

Someone used Superglue for icing

My face is stuck to glass

You glued my lips to the donut counter

I need them hot, I need them fresh



How can you fail with so much hot burning oil



I should throw it all in your face


But, I am too busy playing bass


Oh, Christ, these damn doughnuts are cold

Your crumb doughnuts are much too mild

They were baked and stockpiled

When Cher was still a child

I want them fresh, I want them not cold



If your doughnuts can't be warm

Order online or walk right up to the stand

No one cares what you do



How 'bout if I kick your fucking ass?

How 'bout I beat you with a rake?

Oh, Christ, these doughs are cold

These doughnuts remind me of death



Relics of Wartime, all indesstructable

I want them fresh, I want them not cold

These doughs were cooked on Titanic

Long before the panic



These doughs are cold as ice

I'm gonna kick your ass

These doughs are cold