Where did you get those big ideas?
I’m not beholden to anyone
A voice inside my head
Said you should put them back where they’re from
The voice materialised
It was a woman and I’m a man
She stood astride of me
As I lay looking up from the ground
Servalan! Servalan! Servalan!
I was transported to a faraway land
And the woman of my conscience looks like Servalan
I was projected up
I was the highest I’d ever been
Her hair was sleek and short
And she was angry like Jacqueline
I’m here to remind you, Paul
That you are worthless and you are small
I’ll bring you down to earth
And you’ll be thanking me as you fall
Servalan! Servalan! Servalan!
I was transported to a faraway land
And the woman of my conscience looks like Servalan
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The Scaramanga Six Lyrics – Big Ideas