(overend watts/morgan fisher) There's trouble coming I feel it deep in my bones I can't avoid it, no way Gotta face it, not gonna be long It's got me shouting, pointing Panting, begging tonight I need some people To see me through it Loving me right Gonna pull some tarts together Better dress them up in leather Gonna find some kindred spirits Gonna throw the searchlight in it Want some volunteers! You do and you do and you do Get in to trouble And maybe you do and you do and you do Get in to luck 'cos I've been shouting, pointing, panting And when it's done We're gonna walk out smiling, laughing Because we won! Gonna pull... (etc) Watch out, they'll get ya They're hiding under your nose They'll try to dare you, scare you, snare you Stand on your toes 'cos they'll be shouting, pointing, panting And when it's done We're gonna settle down a-loving, and a-howling Because we won Gonna pull... (etc)