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Sunday, July 25, 2004
Come to my barbie,
Come join the fun.
We've got more than enough
And the forecast says sun.
We'll grill meat so lean,
It's good for our hearts.
We'll play karaoke,
And get pissed as farts.
Deano's friend, Danny
Thinks he's Vinny Jones.
He'll sing 'Woolly Bully'
With gutterall moans.
And Jan's husband, Tony,
He loves 'I'm your Man.'
A spit for Shane Richie
With an all over tan.
Then there's big Graham,
Who may not be pally,
But like The Commitments
Does a great 'Mustang Sally.'
Lastly there's me,
I've got my own style.
Me heart's on my sleeve,
Like Gallagher and Lyle.
No, don't take the piss,
I've got a good voice!
Well don't come, you bastards,
You've all got a choice.
Come join the fun.
We've got more than enough
And the forecast says sun.
We'll grill meat so lean,
It's good for our hearts.
We'll play karaoke,
And get pissed as farts.
Deano's friend, Danny
Thinks he's Vinny Jones.
He'll sing 'Woolly Bully'
With gutterall moans.
And Jan's husband, Tony,
He loves 'I'm your Man.'
A spit for Shane Richie
With an all over tan.
Then there's big Graham,
Who may not be pally,
But like The Commitments
Does a great 'Mustang Sally.'
Lastly there's me,
I've got my own style.
Me heart's on my sleeve,
Like Gallagher and Lyle.
No, don't take the piss,
I've got a good voice!
Well don't come, you bastards,
You've all got a choice.
Sunday, July 18, 2004
The Bedingfield siblings,
Sister and brother,
Have the same mother,
Look like each other,
If viewed through a gauze.
But why would you bother?
Just cover your lugs,
And ignore their mugs.
If you see these pugs,
Fast forward not pause.
Sister and brother,
Have the same mother,
Look like each other,
If viewed through a gauze.
But why would you bother?
Just cover your lugs,
And ignore their mugs.
If you see these pugs,
Fast forward not pause.
The Pixies reformed
Go down a storm,
But are sadly showing their age.
With all four comprised,
It's wiser than wise
To reinforce the stage.
Go down a storm,
But are sadly showing their age.
With all four comprised,
It's wiser than wise
To reinforce the stage.
Thirty year old Grant Sand,
And Lee, his younger brother,
Formed an Orbital tribute band,
A band unlike any other.
They shaved their balding heads,
And buffed them till they shone.
'Oh, here comes Right Said Fred,'
Said their cousin, John.
The brothers ignored the bait,
They listened from midnight till noon,
Writing down the rate
Of beats per minute per tune.
They would only leave their room
To eat, drink, or ablute.
Like two young owls cocooned,
They couldn't give a hoot..
About the outside world,
Michael Moore's new doc,
Which hostages are held,
Or Samantha Mumba's frock.
Like a warp in time
To 1989,
When Orbital's song 'Chime',
Like a vintage wine,
Was bottled for the kids,
For fifteen years to come.
And drunk at countless gigs
Like sailors pissed on rum.
Now brothers Grant and Lee
Are ready to play live.
The first gig will be free
At a shitty local dive.
So welcome, if you will,
On stage 'The Second Kin'.
Grant on glockenspiel,
Lee playing biscuit tin.
And Lee, his younger brother,
Formed an Orbital tribute band,
A band unlike any other.
They shaved their balding heads,
And buffed them till they shone.
'Oh, here comes Right Said Fred,'
Said their cousin, John.
The brothers ignored the bait,
They listened from midnight till noon,
Writing down the rate
Of beats per minute per tune.
They would only leave their room
To eat, drink, or ablute.
Like two young owls cocooned,
They couldn't give a hoot..
About the outside world,
Michael Moore's new doc,
Which hostages are held,
Or Samantha Mumba's frock.
Like a warp in time
To 1989,
When Orbital's song 'Chime',
Like a vintage wine,
Was bottled for the kids,
For fifteen years to come.
And drunk at countless gigs
Like sailors pissed on rum.
Now brothers Grant and Lee
Are ready to play live.
The first gig will be free
At a shitty local dive.
So welcome, if you will,
On stage 'The Second Kin'.
Grant on glockenspiel,
Lee playing biscuit tin.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Oh whoops and oh crumbs,
I'm all flipping thumbs,
When it comes to spinning the tunes.
The punters can't dance,
But they all wet their pants
When they hear Jamie Cullum's croons.
I'm all flipping thumbs,
When it comes to spinning the tunes.
The punters can't dance,
But they all wet their pants
When they hear Jamie Cullum's croons.
Some girls go giddy
Over P Diddy,
More girls get turned on by Usher.
I'd rather be gay,
And dream of Beyonce,
Or a young tennis player from Russia.
Over P Diddy,
More girls get turned on by Usher.
I'd rather be gay,
And dream of Beyonce,
Or a young tennis player from Russia.
Friday, July 09, 2004
Bowie's heart,
Will it hold?
He's surely not
That bloody old.
Come on, David,
Keep it beating.
Or swap with Ronan
Bloody Keating.
Will it hold?
He's surely not
That bloody old.
Come on, David,
Keep it beating.
Or swap with Ronan
Bloody Keating.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
'Did you go to Glastonbury?'
'I'd rather jump off the Woolwich Ferry.'
'But Glastonbury's really cool.'
'So's the Thames, you bloody fool!'
'I'd rather jump off the Woolwich Ferry.'
'But Glastonbury's really cool.'
'So's the Thames, you bloody fool!'
Glastonbury was great,
And I saw it all for free.
No mud or smelly toilets,
I saw it on tv.
Keane were really cool,
I love the singer's hair.
I'd love to run my naughty fingers
Through it for a dare.
Franz Ferdinand were ace,
Those art school boys are wild.
Those angular good looks!
I think I want their child!
Oasis were so moody,
Like wild dogs on the heath.
Liam's such an animal
When he bares his teeth.
But sexiest by far,
Not arch, aloof or sullen,
That boyish jazz purveyor,
The gorgeous Jamie Cullum.
And I saw it all for free.
No mud or smelly toilets,
I saw it on tv.
Keane were really cool,
I love the singer's hair.
I'd love to run my naughty fingers
Through it for a dare.
Franz Ferdinand were ace,
Those art school boys are wild.
Those angular good looks!
I think I want their child!
Oasis were so moody,
Like wild dogs on the heath.
Liam's such an animal
When he bares his teeth.
But sexiest by far,
Not arch, aloof or sullen,
That boyish jazz purveyor,
The gorgeous Jamie Cullum.
