Yeah, today Morg had this song, funny song. Ca Plane Pour Moi, by Plastic Bertrand. I have a video of it because it's funny, as well as the lyrics. Why? Because I can.
Wham bam, my cat Splash
is rolling around on my bed. He swallowed
his tongue as he drank all my whisky
As for me, I've hardly slept, I feel empty and reprimanded
I had to sleep in the gutter,
where I had a flash of inspiration
In four colours (thus a multi-coloured flash of inspiration)
Ok let's go, one morning
A babe came round to my house
She looked like a cellophane doll with a Chinese hairstyle
She was wearing a plaster and had a hangover
She drank my beer in a large rubber glass
Just like an Indian might do in his igloo
It's all working out for me ...
Ok let's go, that babe was such a bitch
What a vibration
Coming on the doormat
Filed down, ruined, empty, but happy
You are the King of the Divan
She says to me in passing (while coming??)
I am the King of the Divan
Ok let's go, mind your own, keep your nose out
Don't harm my planet
Today's not the day the sky will fall down around my ears
Or that I will have to go without a drink
It's all working out for me ...
Ok let's go, my baby upped and left
She walked out on me, it's a shitty situation
She broke everything: the sink, the bar
And she left me all alone
Like a total jerk
Stuck here faced with the aftermath
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