Girls Aloud – No Good Advice

SONG INFORMATION

Song: No Good Advice
Artist:Girls Aloud
Featured On: Sound of The Underground (2003)
Written By: Miranda CooperBrian HigginsLisa CowlingNick ColerLene Nystrøm
Produced By: Xenomania

“No Good Advice” is a the second single from Girls Aloud, taken from their debut album “Sound of The Underground”. The song was originally recorded by Miranda Cooper (under the name ‘Moonbaby’) but remains officially unreleased. Girls Aloud version hit #2 in the UK Singles Chart and is registered on ASCAP with Girls Aloud as a credited artist.

An explicit version of the song appears on the bands first Greatest Hits compilation ‘The Sound of Girls Aloud’.

LYRICS

Daddy told me look into the future
Sit at your computer, be a good girl
And Mama said remember your a lady,
Think before your play and straighten your curls,

Well everybody’s talking like I’m crazy
Dangerous and lazy girl with no soul
But I’ve seen it all from where I’m hiding
Baby cause I’m sliding, out of control

Here I go, off the road crank the stereo
I flick my finger to the world below
Here I am, dirty hands, i don’t give a damn
Shut your mouth because it might show

I don’t need no good advice
I’m already wasted
I don’t need some other life
Cold and complicated
I don’t need no Sunday trips
Tea and sympathizing
I don’t need no special fix
To anaesthetize me

Daddy always told me to remember,
Leave the boys, till later, don’t you drop down
Mama said I’d never get to heaven
Hanging till eleven, with the wrong crowd

Everybody’s talking like I’m only
Just another phony girl who got played
But I dig the music that I’m making
Baby, and I’ll break it into your brain

Here I go, off the road crank the stereo
I flick my finger to the world below
Here I am, dirty hands, i don’t give a damn
Shut your mouth because it might show

I don’t need no good advice
I’m already wasted
I don’t need some other life
Cold and complicated
I don’t need no Sunday trips
Tea and sympathizing
I don’t need no special fix
To anaesthetize me

Here I go, off the road crank the stereo
I flick my finger to the world below
Here I am, dirty hands, I don’t give a damn
Shut your mouth because it might show

I don’t need no good advice
No well intentioned sacrifice
I don’t need no Sunday trips
No chocolate box or speed for kicks
Hell I don’t need no beauty sleep
No need to count those dirty sheep
And I don’t need no bedtime prayer
Cos frankly I don’t even care