Favourite Song Lyrics

I see trees of green.……. red roses too
I watch ’em bloom….. for me and for you
And I think to myself…. what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue….. clouds of white
Bright blessed days….warm sacred nights
And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow…..so pretty ..in the sky
Are there on the faces…..of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands…..sayin’.. how do you do
They’re really sayin’……I love you.

I hear babies cry…… I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more…..than I’ll never know
And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world

Poetic
They say write about what you know and you can’t go wrong.
:wink:

Well, I’m rumblin’ in this JCB.
I’m 5 years old and my dad’s a giant sitting beside me.
And the engine rattles my bum like berserk
While we’re singin, ‘Don’t forget your shovel if you want to go to work!’

My dad’s probably had a bloody hard day
But he’s been good fun and bubblin and jokin’ away
And the procession of cars stuck behind
are gettin all impatient and angry, but we dont mind.

An’ we’re holdin up the bypass
oh
Me and my dad havin a top laugh
oh woah

Sittin on the toolbox
oh
And I’m so glad I’m not in school, boss
So glad I’m not in school

Oh no…

And we pull over to let cars past
And pull off again, speedin by the summer green grass
And we’re like giants up here in our big yellow digger
Like zoids, or transformers, or maybe even bigger

And I wanna transform into a Tyrannosaurus Rex!
And eat up all the bullies and the teachers and their pets
And I’ll tell all my mates that my dad’s B.A. Baracus
Only with a JCB and Bruce Lee’s nunchuckas

And We’re holdin up the bypass
Weh Oh
Me and my dad havin a top laugh
Weh Oh weh oh

Sittin on the toolbox
Weh Oh
And I’m so glad I’m not in school, boss
So glad I’m not in school

And we’re holdin up the bypass
Weh Oh

Me and my dad havin a top laugh
Weh Oh
I’m sittin on the toolbox
Weh Oh

And I’m so glad I’m not in school, Boss
So glad I’m not in school

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Said I’m Luke, I’m five, and my dad’s Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.
I’m Luke, I’m five, and my dad’s Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.
I’m Luke, I’m five, and my dad’s Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.
I’m Luke, I’m five, and my dad’s Bruce Lee. Drives me round

And we’re holdin’ up the bypass
Weh Oh

Me and my dad havin a top laugh
Weh Oh
And I’m sittin on the toolbox
oh

And I’m so glad I’m not in school, Boss
So glad I’m not in school

I said

I’m Luke, I’m five, and my dad’s Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.
I’m Luke, I’m five, and my dad’s Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his

Aw, I’m Luke, I’m five, and my dad’s Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.
I’m Luke, I’m five, and my dad’s Bruce Lee. Drives me round in his JCB.

Fantastic Song with Fantastic lyrics.

Common People/Pulp

She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin’s College
That’s where I caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said “In that case I’ll have rum and coca-cola
She said “fine”
And then in 30 seconds time she said

“I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you”
Well what else could I do?
I said “I’ll see what I can do”

I took her to a supermarket
I don’t know why
but I had to start it somewhere
so it started there
I said “pretend you’ve got no money”
but she just laughed
and said “oh you’re so funny”
I said “Yeah
Well I don’t see anyone else smiling in here
Are you sure
you want to live like common people
you want to see whatever common people see
you want to sleep with common people
you want to sleep with common people like me?”
But she didn’t understand
she just smiled and held my hand

Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you’ll never get it right
‘cos when you’re laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your dad he could stop it all
yeah

You’ll never live like common people
You’ll never do whatever common people do
You’ll never fail like common people
You’ll never watch your life slide out of view
and then dance and drink and screw
‘cos there’s nothing else to do

Sing along with the common people
Sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along although they’re laughing at you
and the stupid things that you do
because you think that poor is cool

Like a dog lying in a corner
they will bite and never warn you
Look out
they’ll tear your insides out
‘cos everybody hates a tourist
especially one who thinks
it’s all such a laugh
yeah and the chip stain’s grease
will come out in the bath
You will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere else to go
You are amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright
while you can only wonder why

Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you’ll never get it right
‘cos when you’re laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your dad he could stop it all

You’ll never live like common people
You’ll never do whatever common people do
You’ll never fail like common people
You’ll never watch your life slide out of view
and dance and drink and screw
‘cos there’s nothing else to do

I want to live with common people like you…..

GORDON IS A MORON
GORDON IS A MORON
GORDON IS A MORON
GORDON IS A MORON

JILTED JOHN