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Written By R/Williams | ||||||||||||||||||||
Thank You for Letting Me Be Me | ||||||||||||||||||||
Hello Sir | ||||||||||||||||||||
Hello Sir, remember me? I'm the man you thought l'd never be The boy who you reduced to tears The lad called "Thingy" for six whole years Yeah, that's right, my name's Bob The one who landed the popstars job The one who you told, look don't touch The kid who wouldn't amount to much Well, l'm here, and you're still there With you fake sports hair and receding hair Dodgy farah trousers which you think are smart Married to the the women who teaches art Married to the life, married to the school l wanna sing and dance, Sir, now who's the fool Sing and dance, you thought l was barmy Settle down "thingy", join the army And who are you to tell me this The dream l want l'll have to miss Sir is God, he's been given the right To structure lives over night Now l know life's true path Tanks and guns, that will be a laugh No, not me, l'm a mega civilian I won't lead my life riding pillion But thanks for the advice and l'm sure it will do For the negative dickheads just like you As for now l've a different weapon Stage and screen is about to beckon And here l sit in first class Bollocks sir, kiss my ass! |
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Thank you for letting me me myself Some people don't like me being me It seems that l make them feel uneasy about themselves I've tried hard in the past to fit in with people It hasn't worked So thank you for letting me be me It's the only me l do And l get offended when i'm not liked I would also like to think that that's a natural human emotion But it seems the position l'm in means it's ok to hate me Even if we've never met So thank you for letting me be me I'm on the telly so people think l don't have feelings l do So thank you for letting me be me l read stuff about me l wouldn't wish on my worst enemy You have never said or thought these things So thank you for letting me be me I have money to spend and l live the life of a high roller But you've never held this against me Some people make me feel as though l don't deserve to be where l am And believe me l too on many occasions have had these feelings They're not alone But you have never thought these things So thank you for allowing me to be me If l'm ever abrasive or seem arrogrant It's because l'm scared But you know this And you let me be me Some people will watch this and tear it to pieces But they're not like you They won't let me be me |
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New Year's Warning | ||||||||||||||||||||
X-Mas is gone and so is your head You spent the last seven days wrapped up in bed As you listen to me on your new hi-fi stacker Your mum receives the bill,let's pull another cracker But the crackers are gone, and the turkey's expired What you did at the office party, you'll probably be fired You would of been fine with Tracey, or even with Sharon But infront of the boss, and with Darren! Your nuts are been roasted on that open fire Alled Jones has been strangled and so has the choir Yes X-Mas has gone and here is the New Year's warning Alkaselzer, pint of water or bad head in the morning A man who knows about bad heads this year displays the blinder In the name of the father, it's my man, Shaun Ryder |
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Naked At An Awards Ceremony | ||||||||||||||||||||
I'm naked at an award ceremony I'm hiding behind Jarvis Cocker and he's eating canapes I've got a laser pen And l'm shining it on Salmon Rushdies forehead-like that Missing Brian May's hair by a fraction Yeah l'm naked But nobody seems to mind Record company exec.s tuck into their meat and two veg l wince but carry on with a tall story about tapestry The theme tune to Howard's Way plays gleefully in the background And everybody taps their feet Meatloaf wets himself and he's gotta leave So l might have to fill his place in the show And l duet with a chauffeur who's driving Whitney Houston or somebody like that And we sing "Abide With me" at the top of our voices To my surprise l get an erection Not a full on erection like Jeff Stiker But a timid Aled Jones sort of affair Anyway, my singing partner is appalled and leaves the stage Through the medium of dance l explain what Shirley Bassey's back garden looks like Brings the house down Everyone gets cold and leaves |
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