Big Sister Lyrics by Elvis Costello
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Sheep to the slaughter
Oh, this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove
Eyes like saucers; oh, you think she's a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish
Big sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister do
She's got to save me
She's got you playing Russian Roulette
Sport of kings, the old queen's heart
The prince of darkness stole some tart
It's in the papers, it's in the charts
It's in the stop press before it all starts

With a hammer and a slap 'n' tickle in inquisitive garments
With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion, that's all your concernment
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on all the prudeness

Big sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister do
She's got to save me
She's got you playing Russian Roulette
She's got to save me
She's got you playing Russian Roulette
Sheep to the slaughter    Oh, this must be love    All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove    Eyes like saucers; oh, you think she's a dish    She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish    Big sister will be watching over you    Sister see, sister do    She's got to save me    She's got you playing Russian Roulette    Sport of kings, the old queen's heart    The prince of darkness stole some tart    It's in the papers, it's in the charts    It's in the stop press before it all starts       With a hammer and a slap 'n' tickle in inquisitive garments    With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments    Compassion went out of fashion, that's all your concernment    Sweat it out for thirty seconds on all the prudeness       Big sister will be watching over you    Sister see, sister do    She's got to save me    She's got you playing Russian Roulette    She's got to save me    She's got you playing Russian Roulette