Hope people still remember this song...
TO THE TUNE OF LAID BY JAMES:
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Original
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This bed is on fire
With passionate love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top
My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you're like a disease without any cure
She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no
Ah, you think you're so pretty
Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in womens clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty
Moved out of the house, so you moved next door
I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone
You're driving me crazy, when are you coming home
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New Version
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I'm sharing my bin
With the people next door
Because the council has got none left in store
But they've gone and used up all the space
My councillors said that I'm being a bore
They said "you'll get a big fine if you fill any more"
They said there's no point in starting a war, oh no
Oh, I hate that committee
Threw my rubbish on their lawn
Chucked my cans over the wall
Made their garden smell like sewers
Covered their house in toilet rolls
Now they have to hold their nose
Go f**k the committee
Now my neighbours have moved, the bin is all mine
I threw a house party, got drunk on cheap wine
The council said that I'd committed a crime
It was certainly worth it, for a thousand-pound fine