Soily (from “One Hand Clapping”) Songtext
von Wings

One, two, one, two, three, four!

Well, people gathered here tonight
I want you to listen to me
To your left and to your right
You′ve got some pretty soily company

Readers, writers, farmer, priest
Breed controller, born deceased
Indian, lawyer, doctor, dog
And a plumber with a fattened hog

Soily, soily
Well, the cat in the satin trousers said it's oily
Soily, soily
Well, the cat in the satin trousers said it′s oily
Yes, he did!

Well, come on, baby, that soily song
Soily people
Well, come on, baby, that's flying round
Yeah!


Romans, Italians, country men
I want you to listen to me
I've said it once and I′ll say it again
We′ve got some pretty soily company

Liar, cheaters, jungle chief
Saint, believer on relief
Action painter, Hitler's son
And a commie with a tommy gun

Soily, soily
Well, the cat in the satin trousers said it′s oily
Soily, soily
Well, the cat in the satin trousers said it's oily
And you know he′s right!

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah

Ooh, come on, baby, that soily song
Soily people
Ay, come on, baby, that's going round
Yeah!

Now, people gathered here tonight
I want you to listen to me
To your left and to your right
You′ve got some pretty soily company


Reader, writers, farmer, priest
Saint, believer on relief
Hitler's painter, action son
And a commie with a tommy gun

Soily, soily
Well, the cat in the satin trousers said it's oily
Soily, soily
Yeah, the cat in the satin trousers said it′s oily
Yeah, soily, soily
Well, the cat in the satin trousers said it′s oily
Yeah! Soily, soily
Well, the cat in the satin trousers said it's oily
And you know he′s right!
Ooh, yeah!