Sleaford Mods vs Lene Lovich – Lucky Discourse (The Remix)

Sometimes mashups are sort of cool.

This one makes sense and it’s cool.

[Intro]
Ah-dee-ah-dee-ah-dee
Ah-dee-ah-dee-ah-dee-ah-dee-

[Verse 1]
I never used to cry ’cause I was all alone
For me, myself and I is all I’ve ever known
I never felt the need to have a hand to hold
In everything I do I take complete control
That’s where I’m coming from
My lucky number’s one
I’ve everything I need to keep me satisfied
There’s nothing you can do to make me change my mind
I’m having so much fun
My lucky number’s one

[Hook]
Ah-ooh! Ah-oh!

[Verse 2]
I now detect an alien vibration here
There’s something in the air besides the atmosphere
The object of the action is becoming clear
An imminent attack upon my heart I fear
The evidence is strong
My lucky number’s wrong

[Bridge]
Something tells me my lucky number’s
Gonna be changing soon
Something tells me lucky number’s
Gonna be two-ee-oo-ee-oo…

[Verse 3]
You certainly do have a strange effect on me
I never thought that I could feel the way I feel
There’s something in your eyes gives me a wild idea
I never want to be apart from you my dear
I guess it must be true
My lucky number’s two
This rearrangement suits me now I must confess
The number one was dull and number two is best
I wanna stay with you
My lucky number’s two

[Hook]
Ah-ooh! Ah-oh!

[Outro]
(Number two, number two, …)

[Verse 1]
You can’t be bragging ’cause you said you made a load
A fry ups worth of [?] when it came off the road
You’re nitty and you said you knocked out twenty-two
But I knew that wasn’t right ’cause I was watching you

[Chorus]
Who wants me?
Don’t talk about it
Even after half three
Don’t talk about it
Who wants me?
Don’t talk about it
Even after half three
Don’t talk about it

[Verse 2]
They got you in the warehouse with a nail gun
And they all went through you slowly after snorting some
But even in the clear of hindsight we
We never touch the real feeling
Just the empty discourse

[Chorus]
Who wants me?
Don’t talk about it
Even after half three
Don’t talk about it
Who wants me?
Don’t talk about it
Even after half three
Don’t talk about it