Probably the best lyrics to a pop sing EVER!

[Claude Balls]

And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper stinging

The devil came and took me
From bar to street to bookie
No more nights by the telly
No more nights nappies smelly

[Gaspode]

Same songwriting genius at work....

The indians send signals from the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language, it's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fire's dead and arrows in his hats
And Davy Crockett rides around and says it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats (cool for cats)
The Sweeney's doing ninety 'cause they've got the word to go
They get a gang of villains in a shed up at Heathrow
They're counting out the fivers when the handcuffs lock again
In and out of Wandsworth with the numbers on their names
It's funny how their missus always look so bleeding same
And meanwhile at the station there's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like, "How's your father?" and they're very cool for cats
They're cool for cats (cool for cats)
To change the mood a little I've been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection, I'm looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that, I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober I've forgotten what I've had
And everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat
Cool for cats (cool for cats)
Shape up at the disco and I think I've got a pull
I ask her lots of questions and she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time and then I take her home
I'm invited in for coffee and I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos but she's never on her own
I said I'll see you later and give her some old chat
But it's not like that on the TV when it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats (cool for cats)

[Gaspode]

I said, "I'm so happy I could die"
She said, "Drop dead" then left with another guy..

[Redpig59]

The daftest and least believable song lyric is "...She said 'Oh it's you'..." from the dreadful Pina Coloda song.

[Gaspode]

Truly bloody awful song..

[Redpig59]

Everything about it was awful.
Yet, it gets played all of the time on Radio Two

[Gaspode]

Wrighty loves it.

[Redpig59]

Yes he does.
He also like that "Because of me" song.
He like songs about infidelity it seems.

[Gaspode]

I'll be he likes "Secret Lovers" by Atlantic Starr, the lyrics to which are also shite.

Joan was playing Backstreet Boys' "As Long As You Love Me" today..

I don't care who you are
Where you're from
What you did
As long as you love me
Who you are
Where you're from
Don't care what you did
As long as you love me

I call it the Eva Braun song..

[Redpig59]

He DOES like Secret Lovers.
If I was Mrs Wrighty I'd be looking through his phone.

[Phillip Phlopp]

She chucked him out and fled back to America

[Gaspode]

Poor Wrighty, why am I always the last to know?