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I can see Manson
He's holding me to ransom
Gun to my feet
Now he wants to see me dancing
I can see Mickey Mouse
Sitting on a shrink's couch
Tryin' to cure his hang up
'Bout screwing little Minnie mouse
I can see Madonna
Starin' at a shotgun
Now she doesn't feel so sexy
Now she wants to become a nun
I can see George Best
Tryin' to give the drink a rest
Now he's down the station
Failin' the blood test

Love is better
That your nine-to-five's
And your GCSE's
Love is better
Then your HIV or you university
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

There goes Elvis
Looking for his pelvis
Colonel Tom has dug it up
And put it in for service
Over the hill comes Huckleberry Hound
Looking full of rabies
And he's heading into town
There goes Kennedy
Looking for a remedy
Soemone blew his head off
And now he's in a cemetery
Mister Blonde said to Mister Blue
Who's the cop
He said I haven't got a clue

Love is better
That your nine-to-five's
And your GCSE's
Love is better
Then your HIV or you university
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Love is better
That your nine-to-five's
And your GCSE's
Love is better
Then your HIV or you university
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah...





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  1. J.... C....

    song is spot on

  2. D.... N....

    Fucking awesome

  3. C.... H....

    (Who's the tough guy?)
    (Cmon, Who's the tough guy?)
    (Tough Guy)

    I can see Manson
    He's holding me to ransom
    Gun to my feet
    Now he wants to see me dancing

    I can see Mickey Mouse
    Sitting on a shrink's couch
    Tryin' to cure his hang-up
    'bout screwin' little Minnie Mouse

    I can see Madonna
    Starin' down a shotgun
    Now she doesn't feel so sexy
    Now she wants to be a nun

    I can see George Best
    Tryin' ta give the drink a rest
    Now he's down the station
    Failin' a blood test

    Love is better
    Than your nine-to-five or your GCSE's
    Love is better
    Than your HIV and your university
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

    There goes Elvis
    Lookin' for his pelvis
    Colonel Tom has dug it up
    And put it in for service

    Over the hill comes Huckleberry Hound
    Looking full of rabies
    And he's heading into town

    There goes Kennedy
    Lookin' for a remedy
    Someone blew his head off
    And now he's in a cemetery

    Mister Blonde said to Mister Blue
    Who's that cop
    He said I haven't got a clue

    Love is better
    Than your nine-to-five or your GCSE's
    Love is better
    Than your HIV and your university
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

    Love is better
    Than your nine-to-five or your GCSE's
    Love is better
    Than your HIV and your university
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

    Love is better
    Than your nine-to-five or your GCSE's
    Love is better
    Than your HIV and your university

    Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah