rod mclaughlin

Elvis Costello's Puns (20 feb 16...21 mar 16)

"No, they cannot touch me for coining; I am the King himself"


I don't know if you've been loving somebody

I only know it isn't mine



Though you may not be an old fashioned girl

You're still going to get dated

Girls Talk


I could be a corporal into corporal punishment 

Or the general manager of a large establishment 

I could join a chain of males or be the missing link

Goon Squad


I don't like you walking round with physical jerks

Living in Paradise


There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes

Green Shirt


Your mouth is made up but your mind is undone

They keep you hanging on

Until you're well-hung

Accidents Will Happen


You'll never be the guilty party girl

But I know you've got me and I'm in a grip-like vise

Party Girl


When you're lying in between her

You check her outline

Busy Bodies


Hearts of oak and long trunk calls

Sunday's Best


Snakes and ladders running up and down her nylons

Are you ready for the final solution?

Chemistry Class


I'd like to join the party

But I was not invited

Two Little Hitlers


Under the Geiger counter

Clean Money


Wthout the sense of the occasional

Talking in the Dark


He's got double vision

When you want him double jointed

The Imposter


So fond of the fabric

So fond of fabrication

Now I know that you're all King Horse

King Horse


You lack lust, you're so lacklustre

My case is closed, my case is packed



Don't wear your heart out on your sleeve when your remarks are off the cuff

Riot Act


When you wake up with X-rated eyes

Men Called Uncle


Till I step on the brakes to get out of her clutches

Till I speak double dutch to a real double duchess

New Amsterdam


High fidelity

High Fidelity


Now she's framed and hung up

Black and White World


All of this acceleration is driving you to death

5ive Gears in Reverse


You can't stand it when it goes from reel to reel

Too real too real

You can't stand it when I throw punch lines you can feel

All the time, there's a rule book in Brittania

That no one ever waives

B Movie


I struck lucky with motel matches

Motel Matches


As you go from claws to clause



Have you ever been had in Clubland?

The long arm of the law slides up the outskirts of town



I don't mean to be mean much anymore

Pretty Words


If you've got the Yen



Now dad is keeping mum

Shot With His Own Gun


She's got eyes like saucers oh you think she's a dish

She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish

The prince in darkness stole some tart

Big Sister's Clothes


You know she has no sense

For all your jealousy

In a sense she still smiles very sweetly

Beyond Belief


The pretty things of Knightsbridge

Lying for a minister of state

Man Out of Time


Lying on a slag heap

And In Every Home

Portland London