The Knack
Squeeze Lyrics


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Standing by the curate,
Hat over his eyes,
Smokes drifts slowly from him,
Looking kind and wise.

Seen him in the papers,
Murdered by Malone,
Heard the bomber whisper,
Something about the phone.

Watch out on the corner,
Standing by the rack,
Little Gringo told her,
Shot him in the back.

Now I'm shaking,
Yes I'm shaking,
Now I'm shaking,
Cos I ain't got the knack.

Colours seem most ______,
Hands against the wheel,
Flowers for opinion,
Whiskey is up to deal.

Stalling in the warehouse,
Bowling alley too,
Look behind the jury,
Scared to point at you.

Watch out on the corner,
Standing by the rack,
Little Gringo told her,
Shot him in the back.

Now I'm shaking
Yes I'm shaking
Now I'm shaking
Cos I ain't got the knack.

Round and round the city,
Taxes all fall down,
Shot out in a Citroen,
East side of the town.

Waffle in a guinness
Tied between the bars,
Fifty fifty chances,
Bulletproof all cars.

Watch out on the corner,
Standing by the rack,
Little Gringo told her,
Shot him in the back.

Now I'm shaking,
Yes I'm shaking,




Now I'm shaking,
Cos I ain't got the knack.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Squeeze's song The Knack are cryptic and somewhat difficult to decipher. The song seems to be telling the story of a murder, and the singer is reflecting on the events that have occurred. The opening lines describe a man, possibly the victim, standing with his hat pulled low over his eyes, looking kind and wise, with smoke drifting slowly from him. The singer goes on to mention that this man has been seen in the papers, murdered by someone named Malone. There is a mention of a bomber whispering something about a phone, which is unclear and adds to the mystery of the song.


The next verse introduces the character of Little Gringo, who tells someone about shooting someone in the back on the corner by the rack. The singer then expresses his own fear and unease, stating that he is shaking and feels like he doesn't have the "knack" to survive. The final verse is a bit of a wild card, with mentions of taxes falling down, a shooting in a Citroen on the east side of town, and being tied between bars with a fifty-fifty chance of survival. Overall, the lyrics seem to be painting a picture of a violent and unpredictable world where seemingly good people can be murdered and it's hard to know who to trust.


Line by Line Meaning

Standing by the curate,
Observing the scene by the clergyman


Hat over his eyes,
His hat is pulled down, obscuring his eyes


Smokes drifts slowly from him,
Smoke emanates from him gradually


Looking kind and wise.
He appears benevolent and sagacious


Seen him in the papers,
He has been featured in the news


Murdered by Malone,
Malone was responsible for his death


Heard the bomber whisper,
The bomber uttered something in a hushed tone


Something about the phone.
The utterance referred to phones


Watch out on the corner,
Be cautious at the intersection


Standing by the rack,
Waiting beside the shelf


Little Gringo told her,
Gringo informed her


Shot him in the back.
Shot him from behind


Now I'm shaking,
I am trembling presently


Yes I'm shaking,
I am indeed shaking


Cos I ain't got the knack.
Because I lack the requisite skills


Colours seem most vague,
Colors appear indefinite


Hands against the wheel,
Hands against the steering wheel


Flowers for opinion,
Flowers to represent an opinion


Whiskey is up to deal.
Whiskey is ready to be disposed of


Stalling in the warehouse,
Delaying in the storage house


Bowling alley too,
And also the bowling alley


Look behind the jury,
Examine the jury from behind


Scared to point at you.
Frightened to point in your direction


Round and round the city,
Roving around the metropolis


Taxes all fall down,
Taxes are decreasing


Shot out in a Citroen,
Shot out while in a Citroen


East side of the town.
On the eastern side of the town


Waffle in a guinness
Speaking nonsense while drinking guinness


Tied between the bars,
Bound between the bars


Fifty fifty chances,
Equal probabilities


Bulletproof all cars.
All cars are resistant to bullets




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