歌词：
Specials The More Specials

Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink The years go by, as quickly as you wink Enjoy yourself, enjoy

Mum bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen You wore it to the disco, but everyone was in jeans But you were a rich girl, and only having fun

see you again Maybe you're trying to drive me insane I've had enough, if I don't come back for more that's tough 'Cos I can't take it any more I'

You saw a woman in a cafe, lips of crimson, yellow grin Her shoes were wrong and she looked extremely thin Her jewels were faked, she'd had a rinse

Are you ready for this? I told you he was coming, Who? JB, and he's ready to sock it to ya one time Sock it to 'em, sock it to 'em Sock it to 'em

You're working at your leisure to learn the things you'll need The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee I've seen your qualifications

Coming up beyond belief On this coronary thief More than just a leitmotif More chaotic, no relief I'll describe the way I feel Weeping wounds that never

Here it come, here it come She'll make the hair rise on every inch of your skin With a blink of an eye, she's out to do me in She loves to play it rough

they say Special things will somehow come to you To have the special things you dream about Become the special things you're all about Special things somehow come to you 'Cause the special