SING-ALONG-A-MCTHING
Album 7 - 'R & B'
This is a song about politics
This is a song about politics and the smack fix that's hanging out the arms of our children
This is a song about politics and the force fed lies of the evil evil media
This is a song about politics and the spread of a social disease called racism and hatred
This is a song about politics and the shit that supermarkets feed you
This is a song about politics, politics and you...
When we were young the world was great, we had our frustrations but they were ours, we ate and we cried, we played fopr hours and hours but we worked nhard for days and days. They say a childrens world is small and the adults world big. The adults world is large but they see tings small as government , politics and the town hall.
When we get older our eyes areblinded, our hearts corrupted, our thinking interrupted by the unjust overpaid overfed ounks in government. Self serving fat bastard greedy cunt pig headed twat faced poo!
You better listen boys and girls there's something you all should hear
The world is full of kings and queens who blind your eyes and steal your beer
When you're out on your own, and you ain't got a home,
And you mind's in a twist
Take loads of drugs do loads of drink and take for yourself a piss
The world goes up, world comes down, end up falling on the ground
World goes up world comes down, end up falling flat
Solo
The world goes up, world comes down, end up falling on the ground
World goes up world comes down, end up falling flat
When in your heart, all you can feel, are the farting faeries
When in your eyes, and all in your mind, you are seeing blurry
You can feel it rising, up in your gut, all ten pints of Murphys
Puking up, multi coloured yawn, that's why you ain't got a girlie
The world goes up, world comes down, end up falling on the ground
World goes up world comes down, end up falling flat
His life is damned, he's Larynx the lamb, his life is full of shite
His life is damned, he's Larynx the lamb
Now he's dead goodnight
Many times I got drunk
Many times I got pissed
Many times I should've thunk
Of the celluite I kissed
I once rode the waves
I once rode the ripples
I once humped the blubber
I once searched for nipples
Sharing your bed with a fat caelocanth
Living your life with a fridge full of marge
Sleeping in a bed that's permently damp
Married to a wife so large
So desparate was I
Desparate for a shag
Oh how I wish she had
Worn a polythene bag
I wish I'd had an axe
I wish I'd had a gun
I wish she wasn't my childrens'
My childrens' Mum
Sharing your bed with a fat caelocanth
Living your life with a fridge full of marge
Sleeping in a bed that's permently damp
Married to a wife so large
Sharing your bed with a fat caelocanth
Living your life with a fridge full of marge
Sleeping in a bed that's permently damp
Married to a wife so large
Into
I never had my life so good
I never had my life so grand
Never had it go as it should
I never had my evil plan
You always see them on the bus, they're the ones making a fuss
You always see them in the shops, they're the ones getting nicked by cops
You always see them in the pub, they're the ones lighting a stub
You always see them in the street, they're the ones with hobnailed feet
I never had my life so good I wish I had my parents were here
I never had my life so grand So they would understand
I never had it go as it should If it wasn't for them fucking up
I never had my evil plan I'd have made a better man
You always see them smoking pot, they're the ones that deserve what they've got
You always see them doing drugs, they're the ones that deserve a hug
Repeat 2nd chorus
No dosh, no dosh, no dosh, I'm really skint
No dosh, no dosh, no dosh, I need a mint
No dosh, no dosh, no dosh, I need a spliff
No dosh, no dosh, no dosh, I'm really miffed
No money for Council Tax, no money to buy my beer
No money to feed my cats, no money to buy a queer
No money for Afghan Black, no money to wipe my tears
No money to buy a twat, no money to drown my fears
Hear what I'm saying my heart is baying howling at the moon
Hear what I'm saying my wallets aching I needing money so soon
Hear what I'm saying everybody's taking my head is all in gloom
Hear what I'm saying my dick is aching I need a pro to spoon
No money for Council Tax, no money to buy my beer
No money to feed my cats, no money to drown the years
No money for Afghan Black, no money to wipe my tears
No money to buy a twat, no money to shop
9
The art of government is the art of robbery
The bigger the criminal the bigger the job
The bigger the politics the bigger the gob
The bigger the cunt the smaller the knob
The bigger the greed the heart of policy
The bigger the need the art of economy
Ask a question take a back hander
Golden goose where's the gander
The oldest boy network shake a leg
Oppress the poor morons make them beg
Taste the poison from this golden plate
Rust the hinge of the golden gates
You're all bastards controlling our fate
Want to sleep with Satan here's my mates
The oldest boy network shake a leg
Oppress the poor morons make them beg
You must be suffering from o'er compensation
Your empirical need to enslave our nation
He's a man too macho for his own good
He's as hard as the hardest of woods
He has biceps as large as trunks
And a chest that's worthy the hunkiest hunk
You can tell it's him from miles away
The way he walks he denies that he's gay
The way he walks the way he staggers
The way he gives you the evil daggers
Must be hiding something for putting up a front
He probably lives at home and adores his Mum
He must be stupid and really really thick
To think he could hide his very small dick
You can tell it's him from miles away
The way he walks he denies that he's gay
The way he walks the way he staggers
The way he gives you the evil daggers
You can tell it's him from miles away
A mincing arse shows he's so gay
His favourite food is a bowl of faggots
He has for a penis a very small maggot
Solo
You can tell it's him from miles away
The way he walks he denies that he's gay
The way he walks the way he staggers
The way he gives you the evil daggers
You can tell it's him from miles away
A mincing arse shows he's so gay
His favourite food is a bowl of faggots
He has for a penis a very small maggot
Why do you keep looking at me, looking at me, looking at me?
Ner ner ner ner
Why do you keep talking about me, talking about me, talking about me?
Ner ner ner ner
Why do you keep picking on me, picking on me, pickling on me?
Ner ner ner ner
Why do you keep hurting me, hurting me, hurting me?
Ner ner ner ner
Because I am a bastard man, because I am a bastard runt
Because I am a bastard man, because I am a bastard cunt
Why do you keep hitting me, hitting me, hitting me?
Ner ner ner ner
Why do you keep biting me, biting me, biting me?
Ner ner ner ner
Why do you keep kicking me, kicking me, kicking me?
Ner ner ner ner
Why do you keep touching me, touching me, touching me?
Ner ner ner ner
Because I am a bastard man, because I am a bastard runt
Because I am a bastard man, because I am a bastard cunt
Why do you keep raping me, raping me, raping me?
Ner ner ner ner
Why do you keep raping me, raping me, raping me?
Ner ner ner ner
Why do you keep raping me, raping me, raping me?
Ner ner ner ner
Why do you keep raping me, raping me, raping me?
Ner ner ner ner
ALBUM 6
ALBUM 5
I hope you enjoyed them...
