Hot and Wanting to Get Jiggy With It
- in the style of The Beautiful South
Oh fuck, oh Rich, oh Laura, oh Sarah,
I wrote so many songs about you,
I forget your name.
fuck, Rich, Laura, Sarah, Laura, Rich too,
fuck, Rich, Laura, Sarah, Laura, Rich too,
I forget your name.
You could be at my local or anywhere,
Fabric or Candy Bar,
Where everyone is hot,
And everyone wants to get jiggy with it.
And when hot and wanting to get jiggy with it are multiple,
I become so beer-goggled and dutiful.
It doesn't take Richard Dawkins,
To add a simple sum.
Either you were also beer-goggled,
Or I was simply thick.
Thick, thick, thick.
Oh fuck, oh Rich, oh Laura, oh Sarah,
I've tickled so many tonsles,
I forget your name.
Ruck, Fich, Saura, Larah, Raura, Lich too,
Ruck, Fich, Saura, Larah, Raura, Lich too,
I forget your name.
You could be at my local or anywhere,
Fabric or Candy Bar,
Where everyone is hot,
And everyone wants to get jiggy with it.
And when hot and wanting to get jiggy with it are multiple,
I become so beer-goggled and dutiful.
It doesn't take Albert Einstein,
To tell me what I've done,
Either we were hot and at it,
Or I've remembered it wrong.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Oh fuck, oh Rich, oh Laura, oh Sarah,
I've pulled so many love muffins,
I forget your name,
Luck, Faura, Rarah, Sich, Lich, Raura too,
Ruck, Raura, Sich, Laura, Lich, Farah too,
I forget your name.
Thick, thick, thick.
Generated on 29/01/2009 00:11 by Anonymous
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