Текст песни BFW - TISM

BFW

Christina Aguilera:
Some dead-eyed child bride has learnt to dance — BFW
Sisqo:
One pack of vicious blacks hates another — BFW
Moby:
A geography teacher bought a blues record — BFW
Radiohead:
Redefining the very idiom that is modern music — BFW
Psy-trance:
Big Beat. Prog House. Old Skool. Hard house. Nu-skool breaks — BFW
London:
The 500 most snooty people think something’s important — BFW
Acting in a movie:
Walk to the mark. Say the line. Do it again — BFW
Video clips:
The revolving moose-head shot cost quarter of a mil — BFW
Pay T. V:
Gilligan’s Island. Rugby. Gilligan’s Island again — BFW
The Internet:
More crap at your fingertips than on them — BFW
Big Fucking Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee.
Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee.
Whoopee.
Georgio Armani:
Makes dresses. Makes more dresses — BFW
The Queen Mother:
Fucked the right guy. Lots of money. Drunkard8 — BFW
Vegans:
Deeply committed people. Better than you and me — BFW
Stock market:
Lots of guys with rat-cunning ripping each other off — BFW
BMW:
You hop in this car, then you drive it — BFW
Drive it! Drive!
Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Whoopee.
Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Big Fucking Whoopee. Whoopee.
You wanna know about Big Fuckin' Whoopee?
Let me tell you about Big Fuckin' Whoopee!
Skateboardin' that’s Big Fuckin' Whoopee
Finnegans Wake, 9 BFW
That long-haired choreographer on Pop Stars who looks like the Paddle Pop Lion
and who was just so lovin' being on camera and getting the chance to bully a
group of 20 year olds, BFW mate, in a big way
Fat Boy Slim Dusty
Chefs, especially celebrity chefs, but all chefs really. Good ones, I mean,
the ones with the snooty attitude who think what this world really needs is
another braised quat quat in a rococo of couscous. And people who like all that
shit like John Hindle11 and Claude Forrell12 and all those food critics
By Christ, when your life’s speciality is forcing another morsel of over-glazed
lamb shank down your oily, globular, over-opinionated gullet, when,
of all the things in the world men are called to do. Of all the vocations of
love and adventure. Of all the trials of the emotions and amongst all the
voyages of spirit mankind can embark upon, when, given this whole universe of
possible callings, the one you choose is to sit on your crapulent crack and
lazily whine about someone else’s cooking, that’s when you know you are at the
very acme of the BFW shit heap
Ian Forrester, BFW
Abstract Expressionism, BFW
BF — fucking — W to all of them
DVD players — till they can record — that’s fucking BFW
Every article about feminism in the Age, BFW
Acland Street, Brunswick Street, I mean, you’re still just walking up and down
the fucking road. I can do that in fucking Rowville too
Fucking sick of this, BFW to the fucking lot of it, fucking BF fucking W
Actually, now I fucking talk about it, Teenagers are fucking BFW! Tae Bo!
Live theatre, all of which is fucking crap. The Grand Prix, golf,
Mietta’s death, tap dancin', harp playing, Federation, Cathy fucking Freeman
and every other fucking track and field athlete, BFW to the lot of ya
Tom and Nicole!
Tom and Nicole Brown, I mean, whose parents moved into the house next door to
ours for six months, back when I was nine and I played with, uh,
played with them after school for a while but I never saw them again after
their parents split up and they had to sell the house. That Tom and Nicole,
Tom and Nicole Brown are obviously B… BFW
Not the Tom and Nicole, whose similar marital troubles are terribly vital to me
and us all
One thing I would like to know
Why is it amongst groovers is all the go
But that same crew slag off Bardot
Who writes the songs? That’s the thing
Any clotheshorse can learn to sing
's albums are eponymous but the songwriters stay anonymous
Naughty by Nature, the Back Street Boys, Boys 2 Men, who makes the noise?
Sisqó, Snoop Dogg, less heard than seen
writing lyrics ain’t nothing — except these I mean
Who are the ugly bastards hidden away
Who write the tunes that get air play
Listen I don’t want to trouble ya
But if you don’t write the songs
B — F — Double-Ya