George Michael was the consumate lyricist and no mistake ... Last Christmas I gave you my heart But by the very next day you knew I was gay. This year I'm certainly queer and look like a macho biker
Not sure of the name but it goes a bit like this Tum te tum tum tum Tum te tum tum tum Tum te tum tum tum Tum te tum Tum te tum tum tum Tum te tum tum tum Tum te tum tum tum Tum te tum Bumpty bumpty bum bum Bumpty bumpty bum bum Bumpty bumpty bumpty bumpty bum Bumpty bumpty bum bum Bumpty bumpty bum bum Bumptu slap my bitch up
Reads like what Torbs told the young bhoyz when they were showering at the Chamber of Split ****ters.
As a reformed raging alchie, I can confirm that anyone who doesn't like the Pogues is a shandy drinking poove
Is ... but should always include a "Parrupha pum pum" ... Think Mindy's might be a different song... possibly 'Mother Hold The Candle While I Shave The Chicken's Lip' which was a traditional Scottish tune, originating from the Gorbals in the 17th century ...
As an Elvis impersonator, he was second only to Chinese Elvis, who used to do a turn every Saturday night in a Chinese restaurant on Holloway Rd.
**** off twat. Any **** that likes their utter ****e muzak is ****ing tone deaf. A poor man's Wurzels essentially.
Pissed up Paddy slurring his way through yet another hiddledy diddledy fenian song with a bint who used her head as a jetski break and couldn't hold a tune in a bucket but was schtupping the producer so no mind that her voice was as flat as a pancake. "Oh but Shane was such a poet!" yadda yadda yadda, everyone letting out a small sex wee every time they year "scumbag" "***got" and "arse" like naughty children finding their first Razzle in the bushes at the park (you're welcome, **** it forward I always say). If I may be so bold I think that the music after the rat-arsed Mick and the Ginger minger have stopped their caterwauling is quite pleasant.
