“Okay, put the red light off!
This is Johnny Rhythm just saying
‘Good night’s to youse all
And God bless ya’s!'”
Rita Tushingham isn’t smiling
Waiting for the green electric
Train to take her
Down to London
Where she will see Mr. Wilson
Standing by the iron railings
Opposite the chestnut palings
David Hemmings will be waiting
With a job for David Bailey
And the sun is always shining on Wardour Street’s
(Pilled-up pop stars)
And the king is in a counting house costing out
(Smashed up guitars)
And Illya Kuryakin looked at me
Illya Kuryakin looked at me
Bobby Dylan’s only bleeding
Johnny says he’s only sleeping
In the window, George and Ringo
See you down the Pink Flamingo
Mrs. Peel or is it Emma?
Leaning on the black umbrella
Had to be the biggest seller
After Martha, the Vandella
And the rain is only falling in the Northern streets
(Doc*mentaries)
And they hardly say a word about Vietnam
(Shh!)
And Illya Kuryakin looked at me
Illya Kuryakin looked at me
“Okay, put the red light off!”
Illya Kuryakin looked at me
Illya Kuryakin looked at me
Illya Kuryakin looked at me
Illya Kuryakin looked at me
Illya Kuryakin looked at me
Illya Kuryakin looked at me
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Cleaners from Venus Lyrics – Ilya Kuryakin Looked At Me