Let me take you by the ears
Play upon your darkest fears
Save the Best til last - Vanessa Williams
Why does the snow comes down in June
Why does the sun go round the moon
Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Can you pay my automo-bills?
Anything Johnny Borell has written
Could also have picked anything from this bloke
I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words
The wonderful Johnny Cash:
"I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die".
It's a classic but rather unsporting on the part of JC to commit murder for the sake of remedying his own boredom. Bad show all round if you ask me. I know you won't though.
A nuclear submarine sinks off the coast of Sweden
Headlines give me headaches when I read them
I had an uncle who once played for Red Star Belgrade
He said that some things are really best left unspoken
But I prefer it all to be out in the open
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Noel did some great nonsense ones:
There we were
now here we are
all this confusion
nothin's the same to me
What a life it would be
if you could come to mine for tea
I'll pick you up at half past three
we'll have lasagne
Your body and your mind can't breath
You're the outcast - you're the underclass
But you don't care - because you're living fast
You're the un-invited guest who stays 'till the end
I know you've got a problem that the devil sends
You think they're talking 'bout you but you don't know who
I'll be scraping your life from the soul of my shoe tonight.
Shakira - Whenever Wherever
Baby I would climb the Andes solely
To count the freckles on your body
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?
From the pixie himself:
The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre
Winds of the marsh lightly blew
Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders
Hunters of pity she slew.
Chariots of silk she rode
Stallions of gold she owned.
A mad Mage with a maid on his eyebrows
Hunteth the realm for a God
Who could teach him the craft of decanting
The glassy entrails of a frog.
The Bard of my birth with his ballet
Walked the wild worlds in the chase
For the black chested canary
Who as a moose can sing bass.
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs