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Quaz
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I was unfortunate enough to be in a garage the other day where Radio 2 was on, and apart from the misery of hearing Jeremy Vine, I then heard Billy Joel's "Leningrad" and I am now stuck with the awful lyric "Blast those yellow reds to hell" in my head. I can just see him composing at the piano thinking "What a masterpiece of a line".
Top bad lyrics anyone?
waylandsmithy
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Someone left the cake out in the rain.
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again, oh no
Oh, and:
'It kicks like a sleep twitch'.
fernandomando
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Snap:
I'm serious as cancer
When I say rhythm is a dancer
and
2 unlimited:
Faces. Everywhere different faces I see.
Some are happy, some in misery.
They express joy and pain.
No two faces are the same.
fernandomando
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Elton John's song 'Are you ready for love':
"Are you ready, are you ready for love?
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am"
Leads to images of middle aged preparation for sexual intercourse.
writinginbsl
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOrD5kqyov0
(worst video award)
Sinnick
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The B side of Terry Jacks's "Seasons in the Sun", called "Put the Bone in" - which is not an innuendo. My sister bought this many years ago.
"Put the bone in," she asked him at the store
'cause my doggy's been hit by a car
And I do want to bring him home something
"Put the bone in," she begged him once more.
The meat from the pork is sweet
Give the bone from the pork meat to me
"Put the bone in," she begged him as she paced around the floor
"Put the bone in," she yelled out once more.
And if you want to sing along:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_pX1-IxRBY
waylandsmithy
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Blasphemy, Bonjo. Blasphemy.
Liar, higher, fire, pyre. All successfully rhymed. You're allowed to repeat the chorus.
simonjmr
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Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night
Marconi plays the mambo, Listen to the radio
AND THEN IN THE NEXT VERSE
Someone always playing corporation games
Who cares they're always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page
or Lloyd Cole's classic
"read Norman Mailer
or get a new tailor
are you ready to be heartbroken?"
beau-jolly
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Although I do think Elton is a fat and ugly prig, someone has to point out that he just does the plinky plonky bit. Bernie Taupin is responsible for the drivel. (Or at least that is how it used to hang)
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
etc etc etc
Writing one line and then repeating it over and over and over again for a whole song feels a bit lazy to me.
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yeah
A lot of lyrics are complete gibberish when you think about it.
Zadok the second
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One of Us by Joan Osbourne gets my vote
*What if God was one of us?*
Ok, kind of weird but an interesting philosophical idea. Buy me a pint and we'll talk about it.
*Just a slob like one of us*
Er, slightly blasphemous, but, hey.
*Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
[...]
Trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome*
Just a pile of dreadful doggerel-vomit.
bonjonelson
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Around the world, around the world, around the world, around the world.
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(C) Daft Punk 1997
beau-jolly
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I always thought it was "If you want my body and you think I'm sixty"
Well he may have passed for sixty a while back.
The All New Jeni B
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Doo-be-doo-be-doo
Doo-doo-be-doo-be
Doo-be-doo-be-doo
etc.....Don Francis di Sinatra
waylandsmithy
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Ooh! Hang on, I have to post this classic example by Caravan:
Standing on a golf course
Dressed in P.V.C.
I chanced upon a Golf Girl
Selling cups of tea
She asked me did I want one
Asked me with a grin
For three pence you can buy one
Full right to the brim
So of course I had to have one
In fact I ordered three
So I could watch the Golf Girl
Could see she fancied me
And later on the golf course
After drinking tea
It started raining golf balls
And she protected me
Her name was Pat
And we sat under a tree
She kissed me
We go for walks In fine weather
All together
On the golf course
We talk in morse
Complete and utter shit, even by Prog standards.
writinginbsl
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(Calvert / Brock)
I just took a ride
in a silver machine
and I'm still feeling mean
I got a silver machine
Do you want to ride
see yourself going by
other side of the sky
Well I got a silver machine
It flies sideways through time
It's an electric line
To your Zodiac sign
It flies out of a dream
It's anti-septically clean
You're gonna know where I've been
In my silver machine
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