That’s a bowel complaint isn’t it?

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Explains the warm smell.

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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

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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.

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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!

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Hoppipola

Needs more winters

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The main event
De da da, de da ba,
Something, something
THE CHAMPIONS!

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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!

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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.