The world's best lyrics

[Joey Shabadoo]

That reminds me -

Ahhhh Freak Out
Le Freak, c'est sheep.

 

[ebikeerwidnes]

Paul Simon's "the boxer" takes some beating

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

2 things
1) he is one hell of a poet
2) he can fit more words onto a single line of a song than any other being that has ever existed - and I include all unknown Aliens on the grounds that an increase is not possible

awesome song writer

 

[Fnaar]

Mozza isn't everyone's cuppa, but sometimes he is a great lyricist: bth of these, imho, perfectly depict the context for the songs.

"Punctured bicycle, on a hillside desolate"
"Spending warm summer days indoors, writing frightening verse to a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg"

 

[ebikeerwidnes]

How about the goons



The Goons - Ying Tong Song (Remastered) Lyrics
Artist: The Goons

Album: The Very Best of Comedy Radio (Remastered)

Heyo! SONGLYRICS just got interactive. Highlight. Review: RIFF-it.
RIFF-it good.






Tenor: There's a song that I recall
My mother sang to me.
Spriggs (off): Oh! (a sigh)
Tenor: She sang it as she tucked me in
When I was ninety-three.

(harp plays a rising chord...)

Spriggs: I diddle, I. Who was that bum?

Bluebottle + Spriggs:
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po,
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong (bluebottle drops behind)
Ying tong iddle I po
Spriggs: Keep lad up. Keep.
Bluebottle: Keep up lad up.

Both: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Spriggs: lad
Both: Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po (lad)
Iddle I po (lad)

Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong (Spriggs: iddle) (Bluebottle: ying tong)
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong iddle

Bluebottle (spoken):
Ying tong iddle I po!
(short raspberry, Secombe)

Both: Oh!
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po!

(trumpet bit)

Ying. Ying tongy tongy.
Ying tong iddle I po.
Ying tong iddle I po.
(Secombe under this: What a lovely lovely boy!)
(or Secombe under this: What a lovely melody devine!)
Ying ying ying tongy tongy.
(Milligan: Get out the rifle, sir.)
(or Milligan: Get off the record.)
Yeeeng.
Ying tong ying tong d'gy-n'o.
Ying tong d'ga.
(Secombe: Get away.)
D'g d'g d'ga.
Ying tong iddle I po.

Seagoon: Hear that crazy rhythm
Driving me insane.
Strike your partner on the bonce (bonk?).
(thump)
Eccles: Ooh. I felt no pain.
(Seagoon screeches)

Seagoon, Bluebottle and Eccles:
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying...

(harp chord rises)

Soprano: Take me back to Vienna...

(Raspberry section, probably Milligan)

Bloodnok: Ohhhhh!
Eccles: Oh!

(harp chord)

Soprano: Take me back to Vienna, where the...

(crash!)

Seagoon, Spriggs and Bluebottle (far off):
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po

(mad dash to foreground)

Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
(Spriggs: where's he going lad?)
(BB: I don't know)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po

Seagoon: LOOK OUT!
(cry from Bluebottle)

(mad dash to distance)

(hastily)
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po

(dash to foreground)

Ying tong...

(whine of bomb dropping, explosion)

Double speed, but same tempo, Goons:

Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.

Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.

One: Ying! Tongy tongy tongy.
Yiddy diddy diddy da daaa. Ying diddy.
Ying tong diddle. Yiddada boo.
(rhythmic thigh slapping, raspberry)

All Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle
Ying tong iddle I po
Ying tong ying tong
Ying tong iddle I po
Iddle I po.

Eccles: Whoooooh!


Now THAT is lyrics

not poetry - well probably not - but works as a song - ish



Especially love the (Raspberry section, probably Milligan)
WHAT - you think????

 

[Badger_Boom]

Maybe typing the lyrics out will get the song out of my head where it's been stuck for over a week...
(sincere apologies to any Francophones)

Je suis enchante
Ou est la bibliotheque?
Voila, mon passeport
Ah, Gerard Depardieu
Baguette! Hon hon hon
Ah, baguette! Hon hon hon

[Chorus] (x2)
Foux du fafa
Foux du fa fa fa fa
Foux du fafa
Aayaaa

Et maintenant la voyage dans le supermarche!
Pamplemousse
Ananas
Jus d'orange
Boeuf
Camembert
Soupe du jour
Jacques Cousteau
Baguette! Hon!

Bonjour (bonjour)
Bonjour mon petit bureau d'echange
Ça va ? ( Ça va ) Oui, ça va
Voila! La conversation dans le parc!

Ou est le livre? (A la biblioteque!)
Et la musique danse? (A la discotheque!)
Et la discotheque? (c'est ici, baby!)
Un, deux, un, deux, trois, quatre!

[Chorus]

Ou est la piscine? (Uh...)
Ou est la piscine? (...)
Splish splosh? (Uh) Ah (Je ne comprends pas)
Parlez-vous les Français? (Uh...)
Monsieur, parlez-vous les Français? (Uh... non )

[Chorus]

[edit: Typos. And no, it's still in my head. Je suis malade. And no, I'm not adding accented characters.]

That always makes me smile. It’s a perfect pastiche of a French pop song.

We realised yesterday that my other half’s dealings with a credit card company was perfectly encapsulated by these lyrics from their song Mutha’ckas:

I read the words on my ATM slip,
they said “we’re all mutha’ckas and we’re ‘ucking with your Shi’”

 

[Edwardoka]

That always makes me smile. It’s a perfect pastiche of a French pop song.

We realised yesterday that my other half’s dealings with a credit card company was perfectly encapsulated by these lyrics from their song Mutha’ckas:

I read the words on my ATM slip,
they said “we’re all mutha’ckas and we’re ‘ucking with your Shi’”

I don't know how they manage to do that one live without accidentally swearing.

They are geniuses. The first time I heard Iain and Deanna, a particular line definitely caught me off guard

 

[MntnMan62]

FFS

What's the matter? A little squeamish? It helps to get out in the world and experience what it has to offer.

 

[flake99please]

BT - Dark heart dawning.

 

[clid61]

Ace of Spades Motorhead

 

[clid61]

Alice - Sisters of Mercy

 

[FrankCrank]

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.

 

[PaulB]

What's the matter? A little squeamish? It helps to get out in the world and experience what it has to offer.

Squeamish? That's a laugh. The thread is 'world's best lyrics' not post whole bloody songs.

 

[Domus]

I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth.

 

[clid61]

Squeamish? That's a laugh. The thread is 'world's best lyrics' not post whole bloody songs.

Motorhead - thats the way i like it baby i dont want to live forever

Sisters - Pass the crystal spread the Tarot , in illusion comfort lies

 

[Pale Rider]

Steely Dan for unintelligible gibberish which sounds nice.