Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Total Ringo, artist - Happy Mondays. Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Song language: English
Total Ringo |
| That’s sickly clean, this mild and meek |
| I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend |
| It opens its mouth, there’s no words, just a squeak |
| I can launch it with a poker, no joker for a weekday |
| Bing bong, the weekday |
| Bing bong, no danger |
| Here goes a sweet freak |
| How many fools do you get in the school |
| Of an English county classroom? |
| All the things going on inside your bill bong |
| There’s no room, it’s just pure art room |
| You try very hard to get that right |
| To imitate some kind of life form |
| A matter of fact, without any tact |
| You can go on back you, you shouldn’t have been burn |
| Bing bong, no danger |
| Bing bong, the sweet freak |
| Diggers mothers, switch on the cooker |
| Get the hillbillies down, set out to bugger |
| Sweet freak pen and ink |
| How do you make a bulldog think? |
| Happy Christmas, I said, not to speak then |
| Happy Christmas, when’s it’s next week then |
| And you swear, you naughty meathead |
| What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted |
| Bing bong, the weekday |
| Bing bong, no danger |
| How many fools do you get in the schools |
| Of an English county |
| All the things going on inside your built bomb |
| There’s no room, it’s just pure art room |
| Sweet freak, pen and ink |
| How do we get these dogs to think? |
| Sweet freak pen and ink |
| It’s dangerous to let the freaky dink in |
| Chopper up, cooker, give me some smother |
| I can’t stand the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother |
| Is this love, man, it’s pure hate |
| If you put it on the table, it’ll be to late |
| Is this love, man? |
| No, it’s pure hate |
| It can’t be more simple, it’s there on a plate |
| Is this love, man? |
| No it ain’t |
| Is this love, man? |
| No, it’s pure hate |
| Is this love, man? |