So we’ve stumbled across some pretty god damn awful song lyrics in the past but it’s become so apparent and noticeable recently that we thought it time to publishTHEworst of the worst.
My computer thinks I’m gay
I threw that piece of junk away
On the Champs-Elyses
“Please explain Placebo…"
No More Maybes
Babys got rabies
Sitting on a Ball
In the middle of the Andes
"I first heard this on the radio in a taxi to Bangkok. Honestly. I thought I’d been drugged."
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you… even when I know you’re wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had… And me
"I really am lost for words here."
I’ll be a gambler, baby
Lay down the bet
We get together, mama
You’ll sweat
"Musical god’s but a big ball was dropped here. Could have easily included the whole song."
Ben Folds - Still Fighting It:
Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo’s only $9.95
"People need to stop singing about food."
Peter Andre - Mysterious Girl:
Your pretty looks surround me like a flowers a bloom
And I love the smell of your Elizabeth Taylor perfume
Your personality alone light up de room
Just one kiss alone a make me heart go boom
"I met a mysterious girl once. Definitely wasn’t wearing Liz Taylor perfume."
System of a Down - Vicinity of Obscenity:
Liar!
Liar!
Banana banana banana terracotta banana terracotta terracotta pie!
Banana banana banana terracotta banana terracotta terracotta pie!
and…
Beat the meat (beat the meat),
Treat the feet (treat the feet)
To the sweet, milky seat.
"I’m sure few people are suprised S.O.A.D are included in this list. "
With the rerun shows and cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of the folk singers slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing
"I do have a lot of respect for Beck but he was definitely high when writing this."
Bloodhound Gang - The Evils Of Placenta Hustling:
Excuse me, have you seen my wife’s placenta?
"Could have chosen quite literally anything Bloodhound Gang but this reigns victorious for me, song or not."
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let’s spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
"I was going to include the whole song but have developed a migraine just looking at it."
