I read the news in a paper:
No flowers, please, donations to charity
Like the N.S.P.C.V.d.G.G. –
Yeh, send the money
To Guy and Hugh and David and me
It's a joke
There is no hope left
Oh, whoever might disagree
Tell me juicy rumours
Dish me the dirt
Go on and rip the back right off my shirt
Tell me how I hate Hugh Banton
Tell us that the bank account is zero
And that anyway there's no-one left to play to...
Oh, well, there you go
Are we ever going to get this act together on time?
It's been totally screwed up and I really just don't know
Is there any way of keeping a clean feed line?
It's out of the question when the triple distortion booster's blown
"Jackson, please!"
"What's the matter, man?"
"You're freaking me out, you know."
No flowers, please, donations to charity
Like the N.S.P.C.V.d.G.G. –
Yeh, send the money
To Guy and Hugh and David and me
It's a joke
There is no hope left
Oh, whoever might disagree
Tell me juicy rumours
Dish me the dirt
Go on and rip the back right off my shirt
Tell me how I hate Hugh Banton
Tell us that the bank account is zero
And that anyway there's no-one left to play to...
Oh, well, there you go
Are we ever going to get this act together on time?
It's been totally screwed up and I really just don't know
Is there any way of keeping a clean feed line?
It's out of the question when the triple distortion booster's blown
"Jackson, please!"
"What's the matter, man?"
"You're freaking me out, you know."
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