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Their Song - Your Lyrics
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Don't think this has been done before (if it has, apologies) but, just for fun, pick a well known song and write your own lyrics to it. Don't just change the odd word - that's far too easy. I'll start the ball rolling with;
To the tune of America by Simon and Garfunkel
Porkies on the bus
Fast and loose with the voters
They said the cash would all be used by the NHS
I said, "That's super, that's made my mind up completely, now"
"Pass me my postal vote, i want to put my 'X' on it.
I listened to Boris an hour ago"
So i went to the post box
She watched 'Brexit' tv
And the pigs flew across a British sky
See if you can come up with any :-)
To the tune of America by Simon and Garfunkel
Porkies on the bus
Fast and loose with the voters
They said the cash would all be used by the NHS
I said, "That's super, that's made my mind up completely, now"
"Pass me my postal vote, i want to put my 'X' on it.
I listened to Boris an hour ago"
So i went to the post box
She watched 'Brexit' tv
And the pigs flew across a British sky
See if you can come up with any :-)
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The Cyclist's Lament
Why don't you indicate (Indicate),
you never say, baby, where you want to go (Want to go).
But I need to know.
You just turn around (Turn around).
You're driving a thing that crush my Bones (Crush my Bones),
While you stare at your phones.
I need you (I need you), more than anyone, a*hole (Sorry for this bit, but it's a bit of a pet peeve),
You know that I'm right from the start.
So, indicate (Indicate) Buttercup, don't break my Heart * (* - Insert A.N. Other part of the Body/Bike as applicable)
To the tune of
The Cyclist's Lament
Why don't you indicate (Indicate),
you never say, baby, where you want to go (Want to go).
But I need to know.
You just turn around (Turn around).
You're driving a thing that crush my Bones (Crush my Bones),
While you stare at your phones.
I need you (I need you), more than anyone, a*hole (Sorry for this bit, but it's a bit of a pet peeve),
You know that I'm right from the start.
So, indicate (Indicate) Buttercup, don't break my Heart * (* - Insert A.N. Other part of the Body/Bike as applicable)
To the tune of
Made me smile, Stephen :-)
Apologies to Lloyd-Webber and Rice for this one;
I had to make it happen, i'd grown obese
Had to stoop forward to see my own feet
I couldn't walk far and i had to stay out of the sun
I struggled daily
Getting around, doing everyday tasks
I got so depressed by it all
Things had to change fast, i knew
Don't fry my tea, mother dear
The truth is, i'm on a diet
I've cut the fats down
My rice and bread's brown
On doctors orders
Shrunk my plates borders
Apologies to Lloyd-Webber and Rice for this one;
I had to make it happen, i'd grown obese
Had to stoop forward to see my own feet
I couldn't walk far and i had to stay out of the sun
I struggled daily
Getting around, doing everyday tasks
I got so depressed by it all
Things had to change fast, i knew
Don't fry my tea, mother dear
The truth is, i'm on a diet
I've cut the fats down
My rice and bread's brown
On doctors orders
Shrunk my plates borders
Here's another afore i go to bed; Put your hands over your ears, Lonnie Donnegan;
Oh, our PM is useless
She can't do nuffink right
She wears some dodgy outfits
And she looks a proper sight
She aint got Brexit sorted
Of that we can all vouch
She looks like death just warmed up
And dances like Peter Crouch
Oh, our PM is useless
She can't do nuffink right
She wears some dodgy outfits
And she looks a proper sight
She aint got Brexit sorted
Of that we can all vouch
She looks like death just warmed up
And dances like Peter Crouch