The Song Remains Inane
Having posted a long dissertation about powerful, inspiring song lyrics last week, it's only fair that we give equal time. So let's have 'em...let's hear (see) the tackiest, corniest, cheesiest verses out there. Even the ones you love. Especially the ones you love.
Special points will be awarded for terrible lyrics from an artist who's otherwise fantastic.
I'll start:
Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present the worst Alice Cooper song in all of creation, so cringe-inducingly bad, it makes Spinal Tap seem like a paragon of subtlety:
Well, I ain’t evil, I’m just good lookin’
Start a little fire, and baby start cookin’
I’m a hungry man
But I don’t want pizza
I’ll blow down your house
And then I’m gonna eat ya
You don’t want to talk
So baby shut up
And let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup
Velcro candy, sticky sweet
Make my tattoos melt in the heat
Well, I ain’t no veggie
Like my flesh on the bone
Alive and lickin’ on your ice cream cone
Feed my frankenstein
Meet my libido
He’s a psycho
Feed my frankenstein
Its lunch time
Hungry for love
And it’s feeding time
Special points will be awarded for terrible lyrics from an artist who's otherwise fantastic.
I'll start:
Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present the worst Alice Cooper song in all of creation, so cringe-inducingly bad, it makes Spinal Tap seem like a paragon of subtlety:
Well, I ain’t evil, I’m just good lookin’
Start a little fire, and baby start cookin’
I’m a hungry man
But I don’t want pizza
I’ll blow down your house
And then I’m gonna eat ya
You don’t want to talk
So baby shut up
And let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup
Velcro candy, sticky sweet
Make my tattoos melt in the heat
Well, I ain’t no veggie
Like my flesh on the bone
Alive and lickin’ on your ice cream cone
Feed my frankenstein
Meet my libido
He’s a psycho
Feed my frankenstein
Its lunch time
Hungry for love
And it’s feeding time
8 Comments:
Oh Bjork, Bjork, Were you brought by the Stork,
Or were you created from butter and cork?
I love you so much that I act like a dork, Oh Bjork, oh Bjork, oh Bjork.
http://www.brunching.com/bjorksong.html
Such posts are merely an excuse for Rick to use phrases like "The Song Remains Inane."
My lifestyle determines my death style.
It warms my heart that I'm not the only person that has listened to the latest Metallica album (over and over and over again)...
Ahem... 'Let me cut your cake with my knife"?!
Ac Dc - LET ME PUT MY LOVE INTO YOU Lyrics
Back In Black (1980)
(Young, Young, Johnson)
CHORUS:
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife
how bout this pile of shite...
There's no bathroom, and there is no sink.
The water out of the tap is very, hard to drink,
Very hard to drink.
Remember Silverchair? ughh
Here's one from rick's favorite band
"Push th’ little daisies and make ’em come up
Push th’ little daisies and make ’em come up
Push th’ little daisies and make ’em come up
Push th’ little daisies and make ’em come up "
Hi,
I was a camera operator at PSU for the BTJ shoot, will my name be in the credits? I have not been kept in the loop as to the status of this project and would appreciate an update please.
thank you,
Karl Lind
inthecan23@hotmail.com
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