The Monday Sing-A-Long

lol, is it any worse than Cannibal Corpse?

Anyway, it's not like i'm agreeing with the band (who are actually racist) i just think "run n***er n***er run n****er n****er run run run" sounds hilarious.

It just sounds funny.

 

And moving on

 

Anyone who doesn't like this song is deaf. It's so ****in atmospheric and powerful. Give it a minute of your time, seriously it's so well written.

 

Sorry bout the advert

 

The band with the best lyric's, bar none, is the Bloodhoud Gang

Foxtrot, uniform, Charlie, kilo.

Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket

Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where pronto

 

Pure class!

 

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK
I sleep all night and I work all day
(He's a lumberjack and he's OK
He sleeps all night and he works all day)
I cut down trees, I eat my lunch
I go to the lavat'ry
On Wednesdays I go shopping
And have buttered scones for tea
(He cuts down trees...)
(He's a lumberjack...)
I cut down trees, I skip and jump
I love to press wild flow'rs
I put on women's clothing

And hang around in bars
(He cuts down trees...)
(He's a lumberjack...)
I cut down trees, I wear high heels
Suspenders and a bra
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like my dear papar
(He cuts down trees...)
(He's a lumberjack...)

 

Still believing it's we that will die
Now the ambush is sprung
Now they learn that they were wrong
Now the killing will start
Tear the bastards apart

 

"My, brother, knows, Karl Marx,
He met him eating mushrooms in the peoples park,
He said 'What do you think about my manifesto?'
'I like a manifesto, put it to the test-o.'

Took it straight down to meet the anarchist's party.
I met a groovy guy, he was arty farty,
He said 'I know a little latin man a cus man a kai'
I said 'I don't know what it means' he said 'neither do I'

Eat natural foods, bathe twice daily,
Fill your nostrils up with gravy.
Don't drink tea and don't drink coffee.
Cover your chin in yorkshire toffee.

Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumber,
Wait a minute, where's me jumper, ( x4 )

Dancing at the disco, bumper to bumber,
Wait a minute, where's me jumper ? ( x5 )
Oh no.
Dancing at the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing at the disco, oh no, oh no, oh no.
Dancing at the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing at the disco, oh no, oh no.
It's alright to say things can only get better,
You haven't lost your brand new sweater.
I know I had it on when I had my tea,
And I'm sure I had it on in the lavatory.
Oh no.
Dancing in the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no.
Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumper,
Wait a minute, where's me jumper ? ( x5 )
It's alright to say things can only get better,
You haven't lost your brand new sweater.
Pure new wool, and perfect stitches,
Not the type of jumper that makes you itches
Oh no.
Dancing in the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no.
And my mother, will be so, so angry.
And my brother, will be so, so angry.
And my girlfriend, will be so, so angry.
And my dog, will be so, so angry.
Cos I was dancing at the disco, bumper to bumper.
Wait a minute, where's me jumper ( x5 )
Oh no ! "

Sultans of Ping - Where's Me Jumper

 

It's funny how many people think writing lyrics is as easy as drinking 4 cans of Special Brew, smoking a spliff and leafing through a rhyming dictionary...

"Promises me i'm safe as houses, as long as I remember who's wearing the trousers"

Depeche Mode - Never Let Me Down (1988)

Oh the irony! ...

 

Was that 1988!

Man oh man am I getting towards the cusp of the hill...

 

Rep for that! It let me rep you YEYYYY! Tune that son!

 

"I've been going out with a girl
Her name is Julie
But last night she said to me
when we were watching telly
(this is what she said)
She said listen John I love you
But there's this bloke I fancy
I dont want to two time you
So its the end for you and me
Who's this bloke I asked her
goooooordon she replied
Not THAT **** I said in dismay
yes but he's no **** she cried - he's more a man than you'll ever be

I was so upset that I cried all the way to the chip shop
When I came out there was Gordon standing at the bus stop
And guess who was with him
Yeah Julie- and they were both laughing at me
oh, she is cruel and heartless
to pack me for Gordan
Just cos he's better looking than me
just cos he's cool and trendy

but I know hes a moron, Gordon is a moron
Gordon is a moron, gordon is a moron"

Gordon Is A Moron by Jilted John.

 

I loved Jilted John

 

"I've got your picture of me and you
You wrote "I love you" I wrote "me too"
I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do
Oh it's in color Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel And soft as clouds
I often kiss you when there's no one else around

I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of you all round my cell
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up and turning down
And turning in and turning 'round

I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so

I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of them all round my cell
I want the doctor to take a picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up and turning down and turning in and turning 'round

I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so

No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark
Everyone around me is a total stranger
Everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger
That's why I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so

Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
(think so think so think so)
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so"

Turning Japanese - The Vapours

Always much preferred 'Here Comes the Judge' but I think they only released it as a B Side

 

Good tune! Feargal Sharkey is a twat though, he once laughed at me mam and dad when they were blue haired punks. Teenage kicks was a **** song anyway, totally overrated.

 

"White boy in town
Big black, blue sound
Night club, I paid in
I got a stamp on my skin

Main attraction dead on his feet
Black man rhythm with a white boy beat
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol

Stay put I wanna go
Hard work, bad show
More liquor, it don't help
He's gonna die, it breaks my heart

I decided eventually
This ain't doing a thing for me
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol

- guitar solo -

They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol

Got up, I walked out
To the car, start it up
Feel bad, sad night
I never saw a red light

Sirens were a screamin' all around
I pulled on over and I shut her down
A black cop gave me a shove with his gun
Said up against the wall and don't make a run
They got me on milk and alcohol
They got me on milk and alcohol"

Milk and Alcohol - Dr Feelgood.

Just played it on my iPod.

 

You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arange me 'till I'm sane

You lock the door
And throw away the key

There's someone in my head, but it's not me

 

Those lyrics aren't funny but they are from the best song on one of the greatest albums of all time so I'll let you off