Bad lyrics thread...

[WestwayKid]

I heard this clunker at the gas station this morning:

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles

[revbob]

I heard this clunker at the gas station this morning:

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles

That must be from the new SWANS album Doc has been raving about

[Dr. Medulla]

I heard this clunker at the gas station this morning:

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles

That must be from the new SWANS album Doc has been raving about

I want all your tie dye shirts—formal and casual—to lose their karma.

[JennyB]

Van Hagar special:

Only time will tell if we stand the test of time.

[Dr. Medulla]

Robert Plant special:

You were pumping iron as I was pumping irony.

[Kory]

Dave Barry wrote a book about this.

[Heston]

You're about as easy as a nuclear war

[revbob]

Lick it up, lick it up, oh-oh-oh (It's only right now)
Lick it up, lick it up, oh-oh-oh (ooh yeah)
Lick it up, lick it up, oh-oh-oh (Come on, come on)
Lick it up, lick it up, oh-oh-oh (Uh)

[Flex]

Sorry for picking such a soft target, but:

I'ma get get get get you drunk/Get you love drunk off my hump/My hump my hump my hump my hump my hump/My hump my hump my hump my lovely little lump

[Dr. Medulla]

When some loud braggart tries to put me down / And says his school is great / I tell him right away / Now what’s the matter buddy / Ain’t you heard of my school / It’s number one in the state

[Flex]

When some loud braggart tries to put me down / And says his school is great / I tell him right away / Now what’s the matter buddy / Ain’t you heard of my school / It’s number one in the state

The worst!

[revbob]

When some loud braggart tries to put me down / And says his school is great / I tell him right away / Now what’s the matter buddy / Ain’t you heard of my school / It’s number one in the state

Who the fuck wrote that shit

[Dr. Medulla]

When some loud braggart tries to put me down / And says his school is great / I tell him right away / Now what’s the matter buddy / Ain’t you heard of my school / It’s number one in the state

Who the fuck wrote that shit

edit: Better yet, Mike is rather proud of those lyrics. From his autocreepography:

When we recorded “Be True to Your School” for the album, Brian had the title and instrumental tracks but not the lyrics. So I wrote them on the fly—a breezy ode to our high school days, with references to a letterman’s sweater, Friday-night football games, and cheerleaders. I took great care in every word. The first line, for example, was:

When some loud braggart tries to put me down

“Braggart,” to my ears, is more formal than “bragger,” so I thought our more erudite fans would appreciate the subtlety.

[Flex]

God, I forgot how great/horrible that autobiography is.

[Dr. Medulla]

God, I forgot how great/horrible that autobiography is.

I can’t recommend highly enough the audio version, which he narrates. He “croons” portions of some songs and inserts chuckles every so often that are so forced and dead that I don’t doubt for a second he inserted in his text, “[laugh here].”