Last year when I was doing my poetry podcasts I introduced
the idea of unromantic lyrics. I took a line from songs and then added more
honest next line. Today I am bringing you some more unromantic lyrics.
Might be worth checking out the audio.
For audio click here.
You can't hurry love.
Which is why I ended up paying extra at the brothel.
Which is why I ended up paying extra at the brothel.
All I want for Christmas is you
to buy me a diamond ring and something from Victoria
secret.
Papa was a rolling stone.
Well that's what my mum told me but Jagger wouldn't agree to a paternity test.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Papa was a rolling stone.
Well that's what my mum told me but Jagger wouldn't agree to a paternity test.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
just like the ones that have never happened in living
memory.
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone,
or when she’s here, cos we live in Cardiff.
You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why. Oh forget it.
You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why. Oh forget it.
You're right. Santa is coming despite you being right little
brat all year.
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine,
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine,
got me into all sorts of trouble at the Christmas Party.
I daren't show my face in the office in the New Year.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
And it's only October 21st
George: Tell me baby do you recognise me?
Lady: Of course I do, you’re the freak who wrapped up and
sent me that heart last year. Come any closer and I’ll call the police.
Happy Christmas
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