You look like Yassir ArafatYou look like Indira GhandiYou look like Robert DomicoYou look like Roberts SandyYou look like Ronald ReaganYou look like Adolf HitlerYou look like George SchultzYou look like Magilla GorillaIll ave ya! (x6)You look like Abel TasmanYou look like Barney RubbleYou look like MussoliniIf you pick on me therell be troubleIll ave ya! (x3)Aaaaaaahhh!Ill ave ya! (x3)Triple MIll ave ya! (x3)Up your arseIll ave ya! (x3)Commercial radio! Im on commercial radio!Im like... all the pop stars on commercial radio!Fellatio...!

Youre a yob or youre a wanker - Take your fucking choice;So who is your favorite geniusJames Hird or James Joyce?You ever seen a live performance?Join the wanker club.You thought I meant table top dancing?Youre a yobbo bub. What are ya? Yob or wanker? Wankers once used mobile phonesBut now thats sorta changing;And yobs once lived in cottage homesAint social change amazing? If a yob and wanker want a girlThe wanker guy will get her -Both are equally uglyBut the wanker hides it better. A wanker fights inequalityAnd for peoples rights;A wanker fights class prejudice.A yobbo just fights. Yob or wanker - wanker or yob -Pass me the brush to tar ya;Make your choice then live your lifeCome on pal what are ya?

Well I dont want to live and I dont want to dieI want shove a red hot poker through the eyeWell I want it to shine and I want it to rainI want to get hit by a freight trainBe bop a lula ba lom bam balsy huhI think Ive got Saturday night palsy Thats what I saidA wom bom a ly bom ba lom bam balsy yeah yeahI think Ive got Saturday night palsy Gotta tell me about itWell someone better shoot me before its too lateI want to be impaled by a fifty-foot stakeMy VU meters in the overloadWell I think my aorta is going to explodeBe bop a lula ba lom bam balsy yeahI think Ive got Saturday night palsy DoctorA wom bom a ly bom ba lom bam balsy yeah yeahI think Ive got Saturday night palsy Do something do somethingSaturday night Saturday night Saturday night palsySaturday night Saturday night Saturday night palsy Have mercy on my soulTheres been a subtle shift in foreign policy yeahWhen all Ive got is Saturday night palsyyeah woo get down Ladies and gentleman you gotta hear my storyI got a brand new car and a new set of clothesI want to pull my brains out through my noseShow me to the women and show me to the barI want to jump into a vat of hot tarBe bop a lula ba lom bam balsy yeahI think Ive got Saturday night palsy huhA wom bom a ly bom ba lom bam balsy yeah yeahI think Ive got Saturday night palsy help me doctorSaturday night Saturday night Saturday night palsySaturday night Saturday night Saturday night palsy Dont just sit thereSaturday night Saturday night Saturday night palsy Yeah yeah yahSaturday night (woo!) Saturday night Saturday night palsy help me doctor.

1 2 1 2 3 41 2 3 4Bruises bruises bruisesCuts cuts cutsGiblets giblets gibletsGuts guts guts1 2 3 4Hacksaw hacksaw hacksawScrape scrape scrapeMurder murder murderRape rape rapeDeath death death deathDeath death death deathAmway Amway AmwayAmway Amway Amway1 2 3 4Torture torture tortureRack rack rackSlaughter slaughter slaughterAttack attack attackDeath death death deathDeath death death deathAmway Amway AmwayAmway Amway AmwayDeath death death deathDeath death death deathAmway Amway AmwayAmway Amway AmwayLadies and gentlemen. Here and only here for you tonight.Humphrey B Flabuert with his drum solo entitledIts Novel Its Unique Its Shithouse

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Q: All Homeboys are Dickheads

I know his dads abusiveAnd his mum prefers the daughter;I know hes got an attention Deficiency disorder;He is culturally excludedAnd genetically inbredBut the reason hes a homeboyIs because hes a dickhead.We all support empowermentAnd positive discriminationWhen your class your race your age your faceDetermine your social station;A baseball cap and a love of rapMight need sympathy - yet stillPossibly a homeboy could beA dickhead pure and simple.Know your enemy well enoughAnd you will pity them instead -In The Brothers KaramazovThats what Dostoyevsky said;And pity soon will turn to loveIs what Jesus Christ once knewThey both changed their minds the day whenThey met a homeboy crew.

Q: 40 Years - Then Death

All thats good all thats rightEverything hot and all thats tightWomen men pubescent girlsNever again to finger their curls on their head so exquisiteNever again to visitThe palace the palace of love[chorus]Forty years of livin then death thats all thats leftForty years then death forty years thats all thats leftForty years of livin then death thats all thats leftForty years then death forty years thats all thats leftThe work is just beginningAs my hair begins thinningPleasure is passed and all thats dearAs friend and foe alike disappearNever again to visitThe palace the palace of love(chorus)Perfume the smell of perfume is forgottenAnd the shape of her roomAnd the sheets on her bed disappear forever from my headNo more the sudden thrillAs you dip into the swillNever again to visitThe palace the palace of love(chorus) (x2)(Not on best off. version)Howard Hughes bottled his pissAfter he drank some tinniesHe was afraid that hed missAnd now he plays the pinnies

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I want Milli VanilliI want Milli VanilliDont want no 50s rockabilly – dont want no 50s rockabillyDont want no Noiseworks Woman Hot Chilli – I want Milli VanilliDont want doctor send me no billy – dont want doctor send me no billyDont want push boulder up no hilly – I want Milli VanilliDont want no colt dont want no filly – dont want no colt dont want no fillyDont want no dress with lace-up frilly – I want Milli VanilliDont want no Jack dont want no Jilly – dont want no Jack dont want no JillyDont want no oven dont want no grilly – I want Milli VanilliDont want no crying over milk spillyPass me those cans of beans will you MaPass me those cans of beans will you MaYoure the one that I wantYoure the one that I wantHe wants that sceneKnows what it meansHell ask for it todayHes really keenHell make that sceneWhat was it did he say?Pass me those cans of beans will you Ma-a-aPass me those cans of beans will you Ma-a-aPass me those cans of beans will you MaYoure the one that I wantYoure the one that I wantI want Milli VanilliDont want Lillee caught Dilley bowled Milli – I want Milli VanilliDont want to live at Kirrabilli – I want Milli VanilliDont want no birth control pilly – I want Milli VanilliDont want no dentist tooth drilly – I want Milli VanilliDont want to listen to Bob Dyly – I want Milli VanilliDont want to write no lyrics silly – I want Milli VanilliOk you come up with something better fuckface!Oh wait a minute...Of course I can dance of course I can danceIm sure I can dance Im sure I can danceI can danceI can danceI really hit the floorOh feels good!Love that dancin!

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[Verse:] Silent night Holy night Poverty on the rise Wealthy reverend in designer clothes Homeless children with frostbitten toes Sleeping in the street Sleeping in the street [Verse:] I ain’t tryna be philosophical But it’s not logical Some folks out here freezing, others chilling like it’s ...

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