| Lyrics: | Mention the Lord of the Rings just once more,
And I'll more than likely kill
you.
"Moorecock, Moorecock, Michael Moorecock"
you fervently moan.
Is this a wok
that you sholve down my throat,
Or are you just pleased to see me?
Brian Moore's head
looks uncannily like London Planetarium.
Chorus:
And all those people
Who
you, romantically,
Like to still believe are alive,
Are dead!
So I'll wipe my
snot
On the arm of your chair
As you put another Roger Dean poster
On the
wall.
God, I could murder a Cadbury's Flake,
Then I guess you wouldn't let me into
heaven.
Or maybe you would 'cause their adverts promote oral sex!
A Romani bint in a field
with her paints,
Suggesting we faint at her beauty,
But she's got "Dickie Davis
Eyes!"
Chorus x 2 |
