That’s a bowel complaint isn’t it?
Explains the warm smell.
What’s she gonna look like with a chimney(?) on her (?!)
Durdly down something sound I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Smrfy surround And dancing around And I’m hungry like the wooooolf
So goodbye yellow brick road When dobsad and iron the cow You can’t stuff me in your plimsoll I’m going back to my cow
‘Come On Eileen’.
‘Poor on Johnny Ray’ and the title itself.
Othet than that, nah.
Cocteau Twins
1-0, 2-0, 3-0, 4-0 5 Let’s keep this country’s dream alive!
Winter Spring Something? Or Fall All you have to do is call!
Hoppipola
Needs more winters
The main event De da da, de da ba, Something, something THE CHAMPIONS!
i feel like i know the words to most songs i like but then i sit down with a guitar and try to sing them and realise i haven’t got a fucking clue
Dontchu wallaby to waco Then gimme jalalalalala Arguments are madeamadearr So give me juddabidabidarr SO GO AND DANCE YRSELF CLEAN!
Really??
“Mine is a half pint, but yours is a full pint. You’re makin’ me dizzy pumpin’ ya juggins of Marmite!”
Haha OK that makes sense (but is very grim)
This. With the obvious exceptions of Pro-Gen/Move Any Mountain and Boss Drum.
Techno tribal positively primal shamanic anarchistic archaic revival.
What’s it gonna be Cause I canana Don’t you wanna be more than friends Holalala don’t let go, don’t let gooooooo
I spent an afternoon copying down the lyrics of Boss Drum from the cassette single in 1992. I have only just remembered this.