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What are you crazy? how in the hell can you say what you just said?

I was talking to myself. shut the door and come to bed.

By the way, I forgot to say, your endearing mother called today.

Did you see lisa?

Yes I saw lisa.

Is that why angry?

I wasn't angry.

Maybe a little.

Not even maybe.

Must be the weather.

Now don't be a baby.

We'll how am I supposed to feel with all the things you don't reveal and you can thank your lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are.

 

Would you like to talk about it?

There's not much to say.

We had lunch this afternoon. her life's in disarray.

She still goes around as if she is always stumbling off a cliff.

Do you still want her?

What are you saying?

Do you still want her?

Baby stop playing.

Really, I mean it. can you forget her?

Baby, now stop it. you should know better.

I know this is hard to do. but, there's no one for me but you and

 

You can thank your lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are.

 

Baby, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I have no alibis.

I was acting like a fool and I apologize.

Listen, hon', I know you're dumb, but that's o.k., you don't have to look so glum.

Do you still love me?

Yes, I still love you.

You mean, you're not just being nice.

No, I'm not just being nice.

Do you feel sleepy.

Aw, you're so sincere. yes, I feel sleepy.

Well, slide over here. 'cause I may not be all that bright, but I know how to hold you tight and,

 

You can thank your lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are and

You can thank your lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are and

We can thank our lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are.

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Throw

those

curtains

wide

 

onedaylikethisayearwillseemeriiiiiiight

 

Knox has a good rant about that song

 

 

Why is it lucky? That's what bothers me.

 

I think she is just trying to look on the bright side of having small t***

Gok Wan probably said it to her. I'm alright with it

 

:lol: that's one of the best lyrics ever !!

 

Yeah its boss, shut up Wayne

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Knox has a good rant about that song

 

 

 

He has rights.

 

It mentions curtains. It suggests extremely low expectations from life. And it mentions curtains.

 

Songs shouldn't mention curtains except for maybe once in a while if there's something sinister behind, a boss bird, a bag of droogs or a sinister boss bird with bags of droogs behind them. Or a big gun.

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Its this

Who wants one boss day a year? A year????

f***ing bluenoses?

 

 

this tends to deflect from the rest of the inarticulate bullsh*t...

 

Someone tell me how I feel

It's silly wrong, but vivid right

Oh, kiss me like a final meal

Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight

 

When my face is chamois creased

If you think I wink, I did

Laugh politely at repeats

Yeah, kiss me when my lips are thin

 

'Cause holy cow, I love your eyes

 

 

 

only a bad wool bird would stand for any of this

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I don't look good in no Armani Suits

No Gucci shoes - or designer boots

I've tried the latest lines from A to Z

But there's just one thing that looks good on me

 

The only thing I want

The only thing I need

The only thing I choose

The only thing that looks good on me...is you

 

I'm not satisfied with Versace style

Put those patent leather pants - in the circular file

Sometimes I think - I might be lookin' good

But there's only one thing that fits me like it should

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We can thank our lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are.

 

That is counterbalanced to a considerable degree by:

 

Well I heard a lovely rumour,

That Bette Midler had a tumour,

So gleefully I went to tell my friends.

But they said it was a lie,

That she wasn't going to die,

"And by the way, have we got news for you!"

 

And they told me that the man

That I had always billed as "Dad",

Hadn't met my "Mum" when I was born.

And they reckon that I am,

But I hope to God I'm not,

The b*****d son of Dean Friedman,

The b*****d son of Dean Friedman.

 

And my school-work fell behind

With this bombshell on my mind.

Me art teacher said he undestood

But he could only sympathise

With the sadness in my eyes,

Even though he'd shown me his Magritte!

 

And in the "Corridors of Fear"

I would shed a lonely tear,

As ridicule flew at me from both sides.

And they mocked me in my mocks,

And embroidered in my socks,

The b*****d son of Dean Friedman,

The b*****d son of Dean Friedman.

 

Supercalifragilistic, Borussia Mönchengladbach

 

And you can thank your lucky

stars that you're not

The b*****d son of Dean Friedman,

The b*****d son of Dean Friedman.

 

there's old dear walking down the road

struggling with her shopping from tesco

some lads are eating outside

I believe that is called al fresco

 

something like that anyway

 

Yeah, that one does my head in. Not the song, just that al fresco bit. It's got flashing red lights and alarms going off all round it cause it 's so fecn contrived.

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Was 15 years old when this came out, in 1984, and it has always done my head in.

Spandau Ballet’s Highly Strung

 

“She used to be a diplomat, But now she's down the Laundromat"

 

Honourable mention to

Slowly walking down the hall,

Faster than a cannonball,

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