Mr. Jones Lyrics

I love the taste of pink champagneOpen it baby I can do it all againOpen it babyLove, a vicious gameLove a little insaneTell you whatI'll take your nameI will pop it on the spreads...Read Full Lyrics

What is the cultural meaning of coming in an old sockHave I found my true vocation: bespoke tailor to my cockOr is it just to dress my deepest naked fantasies in woolThat eco-frien...Read Full Lyrics

Mr Brown's wife was so beautifulThat he locked her in every morning before going to workJealousy of course was his motiveBut what if his wife watered her plants with an open hand?W...Read Full Lyrics

We are the piratesWe sail in silenceOn frigates, through darknessSome fear us, our violenceOthers admire usCome to our islandsThe sea is still calmBring all your diamondsOur caves ...Read Full Lyrics

If love is goodAs most agreeLoving two must beTwice as goodAnd loving three ...Well, you get the ideaThat all seems pretty logical and uncontroversial to meSo why call me cheat or ...Read Full Lyrics

Because ...Because I have Scottish lipsYou think you can tell me you love meBecause I have Scottish lipsYou are listening hard to your glandsBecause I have Scottish lipsYou are dan...Read Full Lyrics

My sperm is not your enemyIn it glistens destinySome day you'll appreciateThis acrid, viscose gunkAn agglomerate of gooAmmonia, bambooCondensed milk, runny glueAnd eternity!My sper...Read Full Lyrics

Uncle Oskar, an intensely idealistic tennis starGoes to see a guru at an architecture seminarIt seems the radiant city will soon be ushered inWhere all things will be modular and r...Read Full Lyrics

Beendet ist mein sommerMein winter hier anfängtAuf Wiedersehen mein liebeKunst, freude und geschlechtIch nehme eine winterreiseMein todes bin am endeVerlasst von meiner freundinUn...Read Full Lyrics

"I think I'd rather sleep with her with no clothes on than you in your best suit"I said to my dummy at the Winter Gardens, Rothesay, Isle of ButeWhile the manager, praying for rain...Read Full Lyrics