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There are 35 misheard song lyrics for The Beautiful South on amIright currently.
Face it, it's over, it's over.
36D, so what, (D) so what?
36D is rather large bust measurements.
Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddie's walls
You're Steven's, Andy's, your dirigibles
Your body's thought of fondly in the rugby mall
But you want more.
Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddie's walls
You're Steven's, Andy's, you're Iain's, you're Paul's
Your body's thought of fondly in the rugby mauls
But you want more.
Santa, don't be sad.
Sad into unsad
The freedom that you wanted back is yours for good, I hope you're glad
The freedom that you wanted bad is yours for good, I hope you're glad
Tongue's so short, the bubble burst
or
Time's so short, the bubble burst
Tongue so sharp, the bubble burst
Trust into mistress
Trust into mistrust
Turn so sharp, the bubble burst
Tongue so sharp, the bubble burst
Even I do it when I'm not listening
You've a knighthood in 'I'm not listening'
Think of her in debt
Think of her in bed
Think of you with five pan slippers.
Think of you with pipe and slippers.
"Good As Gold (Stupid As Mud)" (MP3)
Carry on with words, carry on with love
Carry on with cheating with anything above
I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my knees
Not in the star signs or how much you read
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept, Ingrid Bergman's kids
Carry on with work, carry on with love
Carry on with cheering, anything above
I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
"Good As Gold(Stupid As Mud)" (MP3)
parmesan cheese
palm that she reads
"Good as Gold (Stupid as Mud)" (MP3)
I want my love, my joy, my life, now smell my knees
Not in the starsigns or the polishing reams
I want my love, my joy, my life, my smile, my needs
Not in the starsigns, or the palm that she reads
"Half Of Him"
But you’re kind of spoiled for chocolate
When you’ve tasted wafer first.
But you’re kind of drawn to chocolate
When you’ve tasted wafer first.
"How Long's A Tear Take To Dry?" (MP3)
How long's the tea take to dry?
How long's a tear take to dry?
"How Longs A Tear Take To Dry?" (MP3)
The heart was getting tired
When I lost a key in a fire.
This heart was like a terdis
When I lost the key in a fight.
"Old Red Eyes Is Back" (MP3)
A lonely little tear running from each eye
A lazy little tear running from each eye
"One Last Love Song" (MP3)
As the storm moves away, all I can say
Is that I'd howl in the dark for your love
As the storm moves away, all I can say
Is there's a towel in the door for your love
'Cause we love our love in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lice
Time takes its toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight
'Cause we love our love in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes its toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight
I wanna rip sick chicks, the model sex
They don't hold, don't wait with me
Well 89, well that's just fine
But I like to hold something I can see
'Cause we love our love in different sizes
I love her butt, especially the lies
And the anorexic chicks, the model six
They don't hold no weight with me
Well eight or nine, well that's just fine
But I like to hold something I can see
'Cause we love our love in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
I'd rather watch to turn you Buddha
But it hurts to feel second-hand
I bought a watch to time your beauty
But I had to fit a second hand
I thought this made sense (apart from being grammatically incorrect) in a song that celebrates plus-size women.
She could be sweet and sexting
She could be a sweet 16
Wheel of our life, different sizes
All of her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the ice
Promise me this, take me tonight
Cause we love our love in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight
"Pretenders to the Throne"
You're European, that's not where I mean It's got glass and it's got elegance Like you've never seen
If you've been, that's not where I mean It's got class and it's got excellence Like you've never seen
"Pretenders to the Throne"
You're European, that's not where I mean
It's got glass and it's got elegance like you've never seen
If you've been, that's not where I mean
It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen
"Pretenders to the Throne"
You're European, that's not where I mean
It's got glass and it's got elegance
Like you've never seen
If you've been, that's not where I mean
It's got class and it's got excellence
Like you've never seen
"Pretenders to the Throne"
Your tone is dragging me down
Dragging me down, down, down
Is it Dublin with its culture and its wig?
Madrid where there's Marky Squire?
Paris with its rustling cafes?
Hull where there's a musical fair?
Your town is dragging me down
Dragging me down, down, down
Is it Dublin with its culture and its wit?
Madrid with its market square?
Paris with its bustling cafes?
Hull with its musical flair?
And all the many gargoyles
They're flaunting Irish stout
And all the men are gargoyles
Dipped long in Irish stout
They fire everyone in place
Battlecard I keep personally with red underwear
They fire red warning flares
Battle-khaki personality with red underwear
And I love the be a rose chest
That you bring
And I love the prs cheques
That you bring
I love you from the bottom of my pants, ok?
I love you from the bottom of my pencil-case
Love you because you put me in my rifle place
Love you because you put me in my rightful place
My arms would ride your palm, the twinkle on your face
I love to write about each wrinkle on your face
Philip Basoo
Philippa, Sue.
So let me talk about melons, sad Stalin
So let me talk about Mary, a sad story