Lyrics: Baby It’s You Album: Goodbye Cruel World Artist: Elvis Costello   (sha, la, la, la…) It’s not the way you look that touched my heart. It’s not the way you kissed me, baby, that tears me apart. Many, many…

Lyrics: Indoor Fireworks Album: Very Best Of-1977-86 Artist: Elvis Costello   We play these parlour games We play at make believe When we get to the part where i say that i’m going to leave Everybody loves a happy ending…

Lyrics: Tko (boxing Day) Album: Punch The Clock Artist: Elvis Costello   You can run all you like from the classroom or the cot From a great big man or a tiny tot But from this day everyday will be…

Lyrics: Painted From Memory Album: Painted From Memory Artist: Elvis Costello   Such a picture of loveliness Didn’t you notice the resemblance? Doesn’t it look like she could speak? Those eyes i tried to capture They are lost to me…

Lyrics: Miracle Man Album: My Aim Is True Artist: Elvis Costello   You never asked me what I wanted You only asked me why I never thought that so much trouble Was restin’ on my reply I could say it…

Lyrics: You Tripped At Every Step Album: Brutal Youth Artist: Elvis Costello   Take your tiny feet out of your mother’s shoes Or there is going to be a terrible scene It’s not just the lipstick drawn on crooked When…

Lyrics: Brown To Blue Album: Almost Blue Artist: Elvis Costello   We stood there in the courthouse room so close but far apart You brought along the lawyer and i brought a broken heart The judge pronounced the words the…

Lyrics: How To Be Dumb Album: Mighty Like A Rose Artist: Elvis Costello   I was hell-bent on destroying my powers of concentration While you were living like a saint And all the time the very one you trusted was…

Lyrics: The Comedians Album: Bespoke Songs Lost Dogs Detour Artist: Elvis Costello   I fell under such gentle persuasion You can’t refuse it’s like a home from home Meanwhile in the motor car kingdom They’re finding that all that glitters…

Lyrics: Good Year For The Roses Album: Almost Blue Artist: Elvis Costello   I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray Lyin’ cold the way you left ’em, but at least your lips…