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Roger Alan Wade – Psycho Bitch From Hell Lyrics

[Chorus] Well she’s a psycho bitch from hell Sucking on a Pall Mall She gets drunk as a car load of white trash and walks like a duck She’s hairy as the missing link Her 12th d-y-pick-n-pay stinks The nicest thing she ever said to me was, “You suck” [Verse 1] Ah, the best mood …

Gang Of Four – World Falls Apart Lyrics

This sombitch nowhere's jewelled lights Overflashing trade marks at war "Hungry eat cake!" – "Thirsty Drink Cola!" Piss stained boy slumps in a door His hundred year old teenage eyes Watch the lights chase green to red Stuck to his head seed bun and fries Waiting for the world to end I'm gonna live right …

Redgum – Blood Upon The Rain Lyrics

I nurse my mother in a mudbrick room She weaves her days on a blanket loom I face conscription when I reach eighteen Old men starve and widows sigh Behind the fences corn grows high Every night there’s a disco For the pimps and marketeers Fat landowners know no shame Trade Swiss francs and quaff …

Brunori Sas – Italian Dandy Lyrics

[Strofa 1] Mia madre sfogliava Novella 2000 Ed io ai suoi piedi leggevo Prevert Avevo dieci anni ma pensavo già alle donne E chiuso nel mio bagno amavo Edwige Fenech A scuola i ragazzi giocavano a calcio Ed io sul muretto citavo Verlaine Avevo 16 anni e pensavo solo al sesso Poi vidi le sue …

CATS – Bustopher Jones lyrics

The next cat to join the proceedings is the hefty “Bustopher Jones. ” A large “twenty-five pounder, ” always clad in his Signature white spats, Bustopher spends his time eating, eating And eating in one of the many English pubs and clubs that he Frequents. Jennyanydots is quite besauntered with him, and helps Sing his …

Musicals – Cats: Bustopher Jones lyrics

[Verse 1] Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones In fact, he’s remarkably fat He doesn’t haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs For he’s the St. James’s Street cat! [Verse 2] He’s the cat we all greet as he walks down the street In his coat is fastidious black No common – place …

Cats Musical – Bustopher Jones lyrics

[Verse 1] Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones In fact, he’s remarkably fat He doesn’t haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs For he’s the St. James’s Street cat! [Verse 2] He’s the cat we all greet as he walks down the street In his coat is fastidious black No common – place …