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gbb

Legendary Member
Location
Peterborough
This one's a bit deep, but worthy just the same:


I've been going out with a girl
Her name is Julie
But last night she said to me
When we were watching telly

(This is what she said)

She said listen John, I love you
But there's this bloke, I fancy
I don't want to two time you
So it's the end for you and me

Who's this bloke I asked her
Goooooordon, she replied
Not THAT puff, I said dismayed
Yes but he's no puff she cried

(He's more of a man than you'll ever be)

Here we go, two three four

I was so upset that I cried
All the way to the chip shop

When I came out there was Gordon
Standing at the bus stop


(And guess who was with him? Yeah, Julie, and they were both laughing at me)

Oh, she is cruel and heartless
To pack me for Gordon
Just cos he's better looking than me
Just cos he's cool and trendy

But I know he's a moron, Gordon is a moron
Gordon is a moron, Gordon is a moron

Here we go, two three four

Oh she's a slag and he's a creep
She's a tart, he's very cheap
She is a slut, he thinks he's tough
She is a bitch, he is a puff
Yeah yeah, it's not fair
Yeah yeah, it's not fair

(I'm so upset)

I'm so upset, I'm so upset, yeah yeah

(I ought to smash his face in.)

(Yeah, but he's bigger than me. In't he?)


(I know, I'll get my mate Barry to hit him. He'd flatten him)

(Yeah but Barry's a mate of Gordon's in'e?)

(Oh well, I don't care)

I don't care
I don't care
Cause she's a slag and he's a creep
She's a tart, he's very cheap
She is a slut, he thinks he's tough......

Jilted John - Graham Fellows.

PS - those who remember the tune will no doubt have it rattling round their heads for a while now - no need to thank me.
Makes me smile every time I hear that.
 

MontyVeda

a short-tempered ill-controlled small-minded troll
Hashish, hashish, hashish, hashish, hashish, hashish, hashish, hashish, hashish, hashish, hashish, hashish, hashish, hashish.


Hawkwind :whistle:
 

winjim

Smash the cistern
People don't half see profundity in mediocrity.

Not a lyric, just an observation.
 

Threevok

Growing old disgracefully
Location
South Wales
Anything by Squeeze - especially, Up the Junction, Cool for Cats and Labelled with Love

Some highlights (although the entire songs are genius)

I got a Job with Stanley, he said I'd come in handy
He started me on Monday, so I had a bath on Sunday

They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again
In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names
It's funny how their missus always looks the bleedin' same...

He, like a cowboy, died drunk in a slumber,
out on the porch in the middle of summer.
She crossed the ocean, back home to her family,
but they had retired to roads that were sandy

She moved home alone without friends or relations.
Lived in a world full of age reservations.
On moth-eaten armchairs, she'd say that she'd sod all.
The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle.
 

Joey Shabadoo

My pronouns are "He", "Him" and "buggerlugs"
On promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins
Where ceremonies pause at the jewelers shop display
Feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes
Till they commit themselves to the muted journey home
And the pool player rests on another cue
Last nights hero picking up his dues
A honeymoon gambled on a ricochet
She's staring at the brochures at the holidays
Chalking up a name in your hometown
Standing all your mates to another round
Laughing at the world till the barman wipes away the warm wet circles
The warm wet circles

Marillion
 

captain nemo1701

Space cadet. Deck 42 Main Engineering.
Location
Bristol
'With my ever loving wife beside me....but she don't know about my girlfriend or the man I met last night'
Genesis 'Jesus He Loves Me'. Best stab ever at religious hypocrisy.

'we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl...'
Pink Floyd 'Wish You Were Here'.
 

DRM

Guru
Location
West Yorks
So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience
one more entry
in a diary self penned
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over, over, over
Over, over, over, over, over
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiments and pride
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over
Too late to say, "I love you"
Too late to restage the play
The game is over
I act the role in classic style
Of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
To write the rights to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream
To exercise this silent scream
A scream that's born from sorrow
I never did write that love song
The words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows
On the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows
On the other side of morning
Promised wedding now awake
Promised wedding now awake
Awake, awake, awake, awake
The fool escaped from paradise
Will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears
The script for tears
So I'll hold my peace forever
When you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute
That sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game
I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say that you love me?
Do you love me, do you love me?
Do you love me, do you love me?
Do you love me just as you did
Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say that you love me?
Just as is, just as is
Do you love me, do you love me?
Do you love me?

This is fantastic, Marillion when Fish was the singer were brilliant
 
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Badger_Boom

Über Member
Location
York
Pneumothorax is a word that is long.
They're just trying to put some punk back into punctured lung.

just one of several potential candidates from Franz Ferdinand
 
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