"Great" lyrics

[Alistair20000]

My name is Jack
And I live in the back of the Greta Garbo home
With friends I will remember
Wherever I will roam
And my name is Jack
And I live in the back of the Greta Garbo home for wayward boys and girls

 

[Alistair20000]

Sitting on a corn flake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
Mister City policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob

 

[Rosencrantz]

On the National Express there's a jolly hostess
Selling crisps and tea
She'll provide you with drinks and theatrical winks
For a sky-high fee
Mini-Skirts were in style when she danced down the aisle
Back in '63 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But it's hard to get by when your arse is the size
Of a small country

 

[IndoMike]

My name is Jack
And I live in the back of the Greta Garbo home
With friends I will remember
Wherever I will roam
And my name is Jack
And I live in the back of the Greta Garbo home for wayward boys and girls

That was Manfred Man, right?

 

[IndoMike]

"They took all the trees put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged all the people a dollar and a half just to see 'em"

 

[Alistair20000]

That was Manfred Man, right?

Yep

 

[Legohead]

Frankly Mr Shankly since you ask, you are a flatulent pain in the arse.

...and sometimes I feel more fulfilled, making Christmas cards for the mentally ill.....



Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said i'd like to smash every tooth in your head.
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed.

 

[Spoonz Red E]

Whilst we're thinking of Morrisey ...

"Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her hearing aid started to melt"

 

[Rosencrantz]

"Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet"

 

[Spoonz Red E]

"Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet"

Lovely.

Words from another charming englishman ...
"Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender
The beauties were brief
Shall I mourn your decline with some thunderbird wine
And a black hankerchief?
I miss your sad Virginia whisper
I miss the voice that called my heart"