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letra de the michael rosen rhapsody - infectionform

[verse 1:]
is this the real life?
is this just fantasy?
caught in a windmill
no escape from the skyfoogle
open your eyes
look up to the skies and see
i’m just a poor boy
i need no plum café
cause i’m easy come
easy go
little high
little low
anyway the wind blows
doesn’t really matter
to me
to me
my mum
just k!lled mervin!
put a plum against his head
fantastic, now he’s dead
mama, life had just begun
and now i’ve gone
and swam the english channel
mama! [ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!]
didn’t mean to make you cry
if i’m not taking any notice of michael
carry on, carry on
mervin doesn’t really matter
[beatbox solo]
[verse 2:]
too late
my dad has c-m [if you know what i mean]
s-m-n in my eyes
body’s aching all the time [nice!]
h-llo everybody
i’ve got to go. [my planet needs me!]
got to leave it all behind
and face harrybo’s grandad
oh no!
mama! [ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!]
[anyway the wind blows]
i don’t want to die!
i sometimes wish
i’d never been born on the 7th of may…
[instrumental break]
stop right there!
brian may sucks the c-ck
now…
the michael rosen rhapsody two, or
how i learned to love brian may
[verse 3:]
i see a little sh-tty n-gg- of a man!
david’s little chocolate gang!
get the f-ck out of my café!
i don’t know what ducks john
any f-cking ducks john
now!
eileen ogle! [eileen ogle.]
eileen ogle! [eileen ogle.]
teaches little girls to f-ck! [clicking noise x7] [nice!]
i’m just a poor drilf!
n-body loves frilf
he’s just a poor drilf!
from the poor plum café
spare him his life
from the skyfoogle!
no!
easy come, easy go
will you let me go?
bis-mill-ah!
no!
we will not let you go! [harrybo]
bis-mill-ah!
we will not let you go! [harrybo]
will not let you go! [harrybo] [x3]
harrybo, [bo-bo-bo…]
no! [x7]
mama mia, mama mia!
mama mia, let me go!
harrybo’s grandad
has his p-n-s stuck inside of me
of me, of me [it’s hurting!], of me!
[short instrumental break]
[verse 4:]
so you think you can f-ck me
and j-zz in my eyes?
so you think you can make me
keel over and die?
no breathing!!!
n-body at all wants to know about
breathing!!!
just gotta get out
just gotta get right out of here!
[short instrumental break, then record scratch]
come on, brian!
that’s enough!
we’re all glad you play guitar for queen
but what’s that got to do with completing the p–p?
precisely nothing!
1, 2, 3, 4! [music resumes at 4]
nothing really matters
anyone can see
nothing really matters
nothing really matters
to me
anyway the wind blows…

- infectionform

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