But behind the chaletMy holiday's completeAnd I feel like William TellMaid Marian on her tiptoed feetPulling mussels from a shell
Zoo time is she and you timeThe mammals are your favourite type, and you want her tonightHeartbeat, increasing heartbeatYou hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos, elephants and tacky tigersThis town ain't big enough for both of usAnd it ain't me who's gonna leaveFlying domestic flyingAnd when the stewardess is near do not show any fearHeartbeat increasing heartbeatYou are a khaki-coloured bombadier it's Hiroshima that you're nearingThis town ain't big enough for both of usAnd it ain't me who's gonna leaveDaily, except for SundayYou dawdle in to the cafe where you meet her each dayHeartbeat, increasing heartbeatAs twenty cannibals have hold of you, they need their protein just like you doThis town ain't big enough for both of usAnd it ain't me who's gonna leaveShower, another showerYou've got to look your best for her and be clean everywhereHeartbeat, increasing heartbeatThe rain is pouring on the foreign town, the bullets cannot cut you downThis town ain't big enough for both of usAnd it ain't me who's gonna leaveCensus, the latest censusThere'll be more girls who live in town though not enough to go roundHeartbeat, increasing heartbeatYou know that:This town isn't big enough,not big enough for both of usThis town isn't big enough,not big enough for both of usAnd I ain't gonna leave
She said "do these seats fold down"I said "if you pull that handle"All the time she'd been waiting forSomething with a little moreAnd all her mates on the new estatesWere walking out in confetti and sunshineHer mother read her mailAnd her dad was a policemanWhich I must say worried meBut some things have just got to beSo we passed very fast like ships in the nightOr cars in a contraflow systemSome people say love is blindBut I think that's just a bit short-sightedSome people just want it nowIt doesn't matter where or howSatisfaction takes a second placeSo long as they can get excited
Boy wants a car from his DadDad says "First you gotta cut that hair"Boy says,"Hey Dad, Jesus had long hair"and Dad says "That's right son; Jesus walked everywhere"
Herman loves Pauline and Pauline loves HermanThey made love and gave birth to a little German
Hollow Point - Chris Wood Awake arise you drowsy sleeperAwake arise it’s almost day.No time to lie, no time to slumber,No time to dream your life away.It was a gorgeous summer's morningIt was a gorgeous summer's day.His cotton jacket was all he carriedAs he walked out to face the day. As he was walking he was wonderingWith a little dream as a young man willAnd never heard footsteps behind himBy the bus stop at Tulse Hill.But from his front door they’d had him covered.They were right behind him from the start.And though the video was buggeredSomeone decided he looked the part.Here comes the bus, the front doors hissHe climbs aboard and so do they.And now he swings down to his seat -It’s just another working day.But there was something in the air that morningAs they came down to Brixton town.They sealed the station without warning -There was something going down.And so they journeyed on and onward.He called his friend just to explainHow he would be late and not to worry,And so to Stockwell Tube he came ….Now he’s on their cameras, he’s on their radar,He’s on their crackling radios,His Oyster Card is in his pocket,At 10am through the gates he goes.And down and down dropped the moving staircase,Deeper down go the others too.And through the hour glass the sand is falling -There is nothing they can do ….When the train comes in they are right beside him.Some say three and some say four,Some say the cameras they were not workingAs he sat down near the open door.If he’d have stopped, if he’d have listened …Commissioner said that it was no good -He said they gave him no instructionsThat an innocent man could have understood.Just a Brazilian electrician -Christ only knows what he came here for.The hollow point was the ammunition.Now it’s our turn now for some shock and awe….Awake arise you drowsy sleeper,Awake arise it’s almost day.No time to lie, no time to slumber,No time to dream your life away.It was a gorgeous summer's morning,It was a gorgeous summer's day.His cotton jacket was all he carriedAs he walked out to face the day.
I love the lyricism of Squeeze. Labelled with Love's my favourite. However, some of their lines do grate:I got a job with StanleyHe said I'd come in handyThat feels like they were just in a hurry when writing Up the Junction, though it doesn't feel too out of kilter with the rest of the lyrics.
It is time now to create the ultimate dance party. You may already have a catchy melody, and a fierce groove, but that's not enough. To take things over the top, you will need to employ the greatest weapon in the dance party arsenal: you will need to start shaking your rear end. Or as some people call it...Your hind-quartersYour backsideYour bottomYour buttocksYour rumpYour posteriorYour heinyYour keisterYour tushYour bunsYour bum cakesYour junk-in-the-trunkYour badonk-a-donkYour squash tartYour fannyYour double-slugYour wiggle bagsYour mud flapsYour rump rocketsYour flesh potYour second faceYour bounce houseThe jiggle twinsJar Jar BinksYour bubble popYour medicine ballYour sonic boomLadies and gentlemen, please stand up. andSHAKE SHAKE SHAKE...Your booty.It's time to shake that freckle-muffinIt's time to bake that turkey stuffin'Let your smiley bulldog looseAnd put some goose in your cabooseWiggle that rump-humpIt's time to jiggle that jump-pumpDance to the beat that the DJ cutsThere's no "if"s or "and"sJUST BUTTS.Let's get it going,Keep it going, don't stop Use your bum to stir that soupAnd shake it all around likeBlue Man GroupShake your moneymakerYour sit-biscuitYour mumblerYour chocolate clusterYour rock tumblerYour fun-cookerYour subwooferYour horn sectionYour FrodoJohn MaddenYour launch padMoscowThe OutbackYour rotundaThe closerThe crock potYour jumbo-tronYou need to start moving your airbagsThe happy walrus with no tusksYour two boneless friendsYour George Foreman grillYour dinner with AndréThe place where all burritos goMinneapolis and St. PaulYour giant fluffy bearsOllie vs. FrasierYour Elvis Aaron PresleyYour buttercupYour monster truckYour magneseYour life's workYour waffle ironYour skin smurfYour wiggle cloudLadies and gentlemen, it's time to set your air balloons free.It's time to shake that freckle-muffinIt's time to bake that turkey stuffin'Let your smiley bulldog looseAnd put some goose in your cabooseWiggle that rump-humpIt's time to jiggle that jump-pumpDance to the beat that the DJ cutsThere's no "if"s or "and"sJUST BUTTS.Let's get it going,Keep it going, don't stop Use your bum to stir that soupAnd shake it all around likeBlue Man Group
"Excuse me while I suck your blood,excuse me when I phone you,I've got every one of your records, man,doesn't that mean I own you?"
Lolita and Guernica...Anyhoo, I'm reviving this thread because the sight of some Dairylea in the office fridge made this pop into my head..."If you ever wondered how / You get triangles from a cow / You need butter, milk and cheese / And an equilateral chainsaw"I don't think I'll need to say who's responsible for that one.
Screw making loveIt's way too ambitiousLet's get down on the rugAfter you finish the dishes
I bought her a dozen snow white dovesI did her dishes in rubber gloves I called her Honeybee, I called her love But she just still didn't want to She just never wants to DAMN!I sent her every type of flower I played her a guitar by the hour I petted her revolting little Chihuahua But still she just didn't want to
Grinderman - No Pussy Blues