
Date of issue: 03.03.2008
Song language: English
Tongue N Groove |
I jump from the swings |
And catch jerks on the way down |
Takin' my mentality back to the playground |
Act like I’m eight now |
Mr. Mischievous me |
Stark bullock naked |
Giggling meaninglessly |
«What's he doin' mummy?» |
Lickin' an ice lolly |
Diggin' the way folks consider me quite ugly |
Just try and stop me |
I bet you can’t lady |
I’m pass caring strolling down the pier half crazy |
With security giving me the dark loom |
Like, «Boss, who’s this dude bathing in the log flume |
Dabblin' off at the ticket office with the oddest expression |
Honestly, somebody should coverhis modesty |
Come! |
Arrest him for his infractions |
For being naked on a tourist attraction |
Come on |
Slinging words like some sort of assassin |
I can’t catch all that he chattin' |
But it’s something like.» |
Fuck an orderly fashion |
I’m audibly passionate |
Only the mortuary would force me to abdicate |
Until my breaths cut by the claws of the hands of fate |
I’ll keep keep screaming my thoughts to the crashing waves like |
Fuck It! |
I’ve got nothing to prove |
Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove |
It’s wonderous! |
The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman |
We’re singing |
Fuck It! |
I’ve got nothing to prove |
Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove |
It’s wonderous! |
The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman |
I heard a call of enticement from the guys on the golf course |
They wanted me to chase balls for 'em |
But I couldn’t fall for it |
'Cause I gotta have a colorful life |
Like licorice all-sorts |
That’s why I don’t roll with unoriginal cyborgs |
This is my course |
And I’m trying to make some serious moves |
I tried to pick up a chick with the clearest blue eyes |
When I was passing through Syracuse |
But she refused |
Said she could only be with the man she felt nearest to |
And I was on the move |
And this was very true |
So I bid farewell to this incredible pair of boobs |
And carried through |
I’m only taking risks that I’m prepared to lose |
And occasional relationships I cherish too |
But really, what’s a free spirit to do? |
Every few days I find myself in a new place |
And I can’t fit a woman in my suitcase |
So I do what it takes in my own foolish way |
And it usually makes the souffle taste a little more gourmet |
So you might here some stories if I tour your way |
You can call me a whore |
But it’s your mistake |
'Cause I’m just in it for enjoyment |
I don’t live to fornicate |
That was a bar late |
AHHH! |
Fuck It! |
I’ve got nothing to prove |
Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove |
It’s wonderous! |
The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman |
I’m like |
Fuck It! |
I’ve got nothing to prove |
Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove |
It’s wonderous! |
The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman |
I am the kind of man that militant blokes punch |
But I won’t change my name like Cinnamon Toast Crunch |
I’m sicker than most punks getting slapped with injunctions |
For attracting sumptuous lasses with Smashing Pumpkins |
Manic street preacher screaming at Speaker’s Corner |
Like a panicked bee keeper with an avid speech disorder |
Dramatically more delirious I flow so furiously |
My hormone overdoses are known to disorder periods |
Of course we’re serious! |
Deep thinking philosopher lyricists |
With commentary as gritty as Pete Doherty’s liver is |
And we keep flippin' scripts 'cause we’re both show stoppers |
With more balls than a couple of Harlem Globetrotters |
These bros drop flows hotter than animal fetuses |
Ending cannibal thesis' with Avril Lavigne disses |
This necrophiliac rap molested a brilliant classic |
I could serve you the head of Sylvia Plath on a silver platter and still be in |
fashion |
This is the line that Rowan is supposed to say |
But he’s got nothin' 'ere cause he never says anything anyway |
Yo they call me Baba 'cause I’m babbling some bullshit |
To get your girlfriend gathering in to suckle on my massive dink |
Here’s the Dizraeli line that’s just funky |
But I’m crap at these accents from the west country |
Yo it’s your host Dizraeli and I’m the verbose Canadian |
Cramming so many literary references into my dense shit that no ones quite |
getting my sentences and it doesn’t quite fit into this shit… |
Fuck It! |
I’ve got nothing to prove |
Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove |
It’s wonderous! |
The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman |
We’re singing |
Fuck it! |
Nothing you do can stop me |
I’ve got nothing to prove |
It’s wonderous! |
Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the |
Unpredictable diction |
By Dizzy and Baba Brinkman |
We’re singing |
Fuck it! |
I’ve got nothing to |
Stop me sticking my tongue in the |
Wonderous |
Unpredictable diction |
Delivered by Dizzy and Baba |
Dizzy |
Dizzy and Baba |
Dizzy |
Dizzy and Baba Brinkman |
We’re singing |
Fuck It! |
I’ve got nothing to prove |
Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove |
It’s wonderous! |
The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman |
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First Cell | 2008 |
Third Cell | 2008 |
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