Some work, some don't. I've learned, gigged and forgotten three times as many songs in our current repertoire.
Mad Daz The Ripper. Looks like a sweaty damp Greebo who’s just finished a shift at The Games Workshop.
Look mate, you’re good, very good, you just need to lose the gimmicky beard and the strap on belly... what? oh, is... that, what’s the... oh look... not... because I thought... he... is that? Oh... my phone... hello.... nobody there.
I bet Comm can't wait for HiaG's rendition of Hotel California; Bm On a dark desert highway F#7 cool wind in my hair Asus2 Warm smell of colitas E7 rising up through the air G Up ahead in the distance D I saw a glimmering light Em my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim F#7 I had to stop for the night
I was gagging for a big mac sr5 Kids screaming in the back ne1 I i took the wrong turning nw16 But my wife wanted a gin lv7 So i got her one, and smashed her backdoor in se21