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 Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 2:20 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 9:44 am
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Space Jesus punkarama Space Jesus I ******** hate that song, you're all retarded for liking it. What song? What are you so bitchy about? Can't get laid huh? p***s to small? Crabs? Baked beans? That, Missing by Everything but the girl and mambo no. 5 have to be my least favourite songs of all time.
I'm still confused. |
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 2:21 am
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punkarama Space Jesus punkarama Space Jesus I ******** hate that song, you're all retarded for liking it. What song? What are you so bitchy about? Can't get laid huh? p***s to small? Crabs? Baked beans? That, Missing by Everything but the girl and mambo no. 5 have to be my least favourite songs of all time. I'm still confused.
Lyrics
It's the time of year, now that spring is in the air
When those two wet gits, with their girly curly hair
Make another song, for marronic holidays
that nausiate-ate-ates in a million different ways
From the shores of Spain, to the coast of southern France
No matter where you hide, you just can't escape this dance
Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deck-chair up your nose
Buy a Jumbo-Jet, and then bury all your clothes
Paint your left knee green, then extract your wisdom teeth
Form a string quartet, and pretend your name is Keith.
Skin yourself alive, learn to speak araphahoe
Climb inside a dog, and behead an Eskimo
Eat a Renault 4, wear salami in your ears
Cassarole your gran, dis-embowel yourself with spears
The disco is migrating, the sound is loud and grating
It's truly nausiating - let's do the dance again..
Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deck-chair up your nose
Buy a Jumbo-Jet, and then bury all your clothes
Yes you'll hear this song, in the holiday discos
And there's no escape, in the clubs or in the bars
You would hear this song, if you holidayed in Mars
Skin yourself alive, learn to speak araphahoe
Climb inside a dog, and behead an Eskimo
Now you've heard it once, your brain will spring a leak
And though you hate this song you'll be humming it for weeks
Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deck-chair up your nose
Buy a Jumbo-Jet, and then bury all your clothes
la la la la la la la.... |
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 12:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 2:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 4:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 5:34 am
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Space Jesus Hzza Space Jesus That was my favourite song when I was about 7. Best chorus that anyone has ever written ever. Please, dear god, tell me you're kidding? If I was kidding I would have said "MY GOD I LOVE TIDGE. TIDGE IS LOVE. GIVEN THE CHOICE, I WOULD GIVE HIM ALL MY MONEY, MY PRIZED POSSETION (ff7) AND MY HAIR." |
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 8:35 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:12 am
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Hzza Space Jesus Hzza Space Jesus That was my favourite song when I was about 7. Best chorus that anyone has ever written ever. Please, dear god, tell me you're kidding? If I was kidding I would have said "MY GOD I LOVE TIDGE. TIDGE IS LOVE. GIVEN THE CHOICE, I WOULD GIVE HIM ALL MY MONEY, MY PRIZED POSSETION (ff7) AND MY HAIR." Touche, what about Agadoo? |
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:16 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 12:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 10:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 11:00 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 12:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:26 pm
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