Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Fight Like Apes - Jake Summers



Fight Like Apes - Jake Summers

Bought a present for my guy
I bought him a pair of second hand boots
Those boots were white not pink
He liked to think, that he wore them well
He took them to the park, he wore them out
And played with the geese
Those geese were stupified
When he turned around and cried
That's not nice he said, that's not nice, what you did to me
That's not nice he said, that's not nice, the way you treat me
I'm alright he said, I'm alright, it's always been me
(ah ah ah ah)

Hey you, whats-your-face
I have a pocket full of fists, you got a stupid face
Hey you, know your place
You're like Kentucky fried chicken but without the taste
Hey you, get some grace,
You know you're driving miss daisy all over the place
Hey you, you're taking up space
And you're a fucking disappointment to the human race (oh!)

And everybody knows, Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers' the man
He's got a Californian jacket and a fortified tan
He met a friendly face in the Isle of Man
And then he took it to the states and started a band
He took it to a sushi bar named G.I Joe's
And then he took a bit of play-do and he stuck it up his nose

Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers
Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers,
Jake Summers is the man, Jake Summers is the man,
He's the man with with the Californian jacket, his rock and roll band
Jake Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer
(Jake Summers is the man Jake Summers is the man
He can do he can do it he can do he can
With his rock and roll band
Jake Summers is the man oh yeah what a fucking man
He can take it to Apollo with a plectrum in his hand)
He's the man

That's not nice he said, that's not nice, what you did to me
That's not nice he said, that's not nice, the way you treat me
I'm alright he said, I'm alright, it's always been me
FFFFUUUCCCKKK!

Hey cutie what's with your nose
Take the focus off, take off your clothes
Hey baby what's with this smile
You know he smells like ham and he tastes like bile
Hey baby where's your cord you know you're a nightmare bungee breaking whore
Hey baby you were the bedroom king
Well I'm so sorry for breaking your ding-a-ling-a-ling

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Friday, December 14, 2007

Arab Strap - I Saw You


Arab Strap - I Saw You

It must have been at least three years ago.
I had a crush on this girl I didn't know.
I thought it was a good idea at the time but I was pissed.
I tried to find her by sending an ad into 'the list'.
It was free 'cause they'd just started this brand new section.
First I passed it on to my old friend denise for her inspection.
It said: "i saw you twice and both times you were wearing orange.
And she told you I fancied you in the toilets at the garage."
There was never a reply, perhaps it didn't astound her.
That's assuming she ever saw it but I think I've found her.
I thought it could've been her in a club on saturday night.
She was a couple of tables away and I thought it might be.
But I was far too drunk, so an approach was out of the question.
But this guy stuart had sent us tickets to see his band belle & sebastian.
We went along thoroughly drunk, stopped for a post-gig "hello".
And I think the girl I was looking for
Is friends with the girl who plays the cello.
I think she's coming to see us when we play.
And every time we meet I've got nothing to say.
She probably thinks I'm cute, she maybe thinks I'm gay.
She's probably got a boyfriend anyway.
I remember the first time that I saw her, I was completely in awe.
I thought, well that's the kind of girl that I would like to be my squaw.
And if I could ever be the kind of brave that she would choose.
We'd travel plains with our little baby turned in its little pappoose.
She starts foresighting me in a public bar, my bird was in the bog.
When she returned she said that she would like to give that girl a snog.
And two weeks later we split up and a new lover I was seeking.
And when I see that girl again I'm just never up for speaking.
I think she's coming to see us when we play.
And every time we meet I've got nothing to say.
She probably thinks I'm cute, she maybe thinks I'm gay.
She's probably got a boyfriend anyway.

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