Lyrics
FOR THE NEWEST SONGS
Below you'll find some lyrics to some of our latest songs and releases. Because Ian often has bad enunciation, coupled with his drawling Black Country accent it is virtually impossible to understand the monkey jibberations he utters as intelligible English.
My Head Is Stuck In This Honeypot
You might find a look in my eyes,
This picture too hard to disguise,
I can’t turn away,
And you may find me standing too near,
My imperfections painfully clear,
I can’t turn away,
And there is something inside of me, Ticking like an atom bomb,
Like a Mr. Creosote,
Something that might blow me away,
And you may find me knocking gently at your door,
Like a cheeky Ollie, asking can I have some more,
please? This potion, this happy drug emotion,
Stirring up a swarm of bees,
My head is in this honey pot, please
Can you help me out?
And you could never get too close,
Your proximity is my antidote to this four lettered sickness,
And I find myself burning to say,
Something I think about every day,
Hope you don’t turn away,
And you may find me knocking gently at your door,
Like a cheeky Ollie, asking can I have some more
please? This potion, this happy drug emotion,
Stirring up a bee storm,
Since you came nothing’s norm-
-al in this life, wishing that you were my…
I can’t say, hoping I don’t scare you away,
My heart is beating like a Kanga drum,
Not sure I can carry on,
Toying with this loaded gun,
I really hope the safety’s on,
My head is stuck in this Honey Pot
Grave with Me
How many time before, I fell, I fell, I fell,
And how many moons before,
I realise, I see sense before my waking eyes,
Maybe with time we’ll see,
It’s hard up so close,
I can’t see anything,
Only me, as I wallow in my misery
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And nobody knows,
Nobody knows,
And no-one will,
I will not confide,
I’ll take it to the grave with me
They look, I return a smile,
To brighten their day, it makes a difference.
These little things,
I must admit, sometimes it’s hard to pretend,
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I’ll take it to the grave with me
Oh! Fatty!
Oh, Fatty, sitting upon my chair,
Oh, Fatty, pretending that I’m not there,
One day you’ll see me rising to supremacy,
Until then I’ll deceive you on a bended knee,
So cunning, you’re dirty but you just don’t care,
Still running, but you never really went no-where,
If you could see my potential, my gravity,
You’d dress me smartly, a-hanging from your Christmas Tree,
Nobody else knows what it’s like,
Doing real man’s work,
You’re just playing, sitting in the warm,
I deserve much more,
Oh, I owe nothing to anyone, I think that’s fair,
All those things they gave me could have gotten from, oh anywhere!
There’s only me winning bread for the family,
But as I got no family I can spend it unashamedly,
Does anybody want to give me something for nothing?
Oh, I’m the Fatty, sitting upon my throne,
I don’t know how it happened but I find me sitting so alone,
If I could see the calculations blaming me for my misery,
I’d declare them false,
‘Cause I am always right.
Like a Disease
You smile and I sneeze, your sight makes me shiver,
Right through my liver, I feel so strange when you’re around
And oh, you scratch me I bleed, the next day I itch yeah,
And everyone will stare at my rash, I’ll start a mass panic attack yeah,
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You’re like a di-, you’re like a disease
You’re bringing me down, you got me on my knees,
You’re so infectious,
You spread to my, my extremities,
You’re taking me out, and I’m happy about it,
Your plague can take me,
So how did you get into my system?
They sure are strange symptoms and they say there ain’t no antidote but hey,
I may be bleeding from places I’d rather not mention in polite company,
But you’re for me, ‘cause you make me wheeze
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You can keep your vaccines upon the shelf,
But don’t you worry I have poor health,
And she will give me exactly what I need
CHORUS
Your plague can take us all…