Bob Dylan at the height of his fame
Was overly obnoxious again and again
He put down poor Donovan
Tell us Bob why really pick on Donovan
Dylan replied 'He's an upstart
He's cuter and sings better than me
It's not so hard to picture him
With his flower in a garden
That banana ain't a gold record
And his songs all have the melody
I hear in my sleep'
Bob Dylan past the height of his fame
And overly obnoxious he remained
Speaking through his nose
Tell us, Bob, who really picks out your clothes
Dylan himself a s***e Jew
With a big house out in Malibu
Wasn't keeping up with the new wave scene
(Probably just as well)
Although he no longer needed to be so evasive
About that elusive Mr Jones
He's a real person, you know him
You don't have to be so imaginative
The answer is blindingly obvious
Mr Jones is a man
Who doesn't know who Howard Jones is
The Taste Of Pink Champagne
El Topo
I love the taste of pink champagne
Open it baby I can do it all again
Open it baby
Love, a viscious game
Love a little insane
Tell you what
I'll take your name
I will pop it on the spreadsheet called
Old flames
When I was a very young boy
I didn't want to fly or drive a train
Once I'd start I'd never stop
My daddy kept a bottle hidden
Cried when mother poured it down the drain
He never touched a drop
Of pink champagne
Open a box of bendy straws
I love that pink it starts to bubble when you touch it
Rises to the top and I can't stop
Till it f**** me in the brain
More pink champagne!
Well I drank it with some dancing girls in Rio
And I drank it with an angel on cocaine
I'd even drink it from a dog bowl someone left out in the rain
And I'll drink it making movies in a studio that's stained
And I'll drink it till the world explodes
And all that there remains
Is the taste of pink champagne
Was overly obnoxious again and again
He put down poor Donovan
Tell us Bob why really pick on Donovan
Dylan replied 'He's an upstart
He's cuter and sings better than me
It's not so hard to picture him
With his flower in a garden
That banana ain't a gold record
And his songs all have the melody
I hear in my sleep'
Bob Dylan past the height of his fame
And overly obnoxious he remained
Speaking through his nose
Tell us, Bob, who really picks out your clothes
Dylan himself a s***e Jew
With a big house out in Malibu
Wasn't keeping up with the new wave scene
(Probably just as well)
Although he no longer needed to be so evasive
About that elusive Mr Jones
He's a real person, you know him
You don't have to be so imaginative
The answer is blindingly obvious
Mr Jones is a man
Who doesn't know who Howard Jones is
The Taste Of Pink Champagne
El Topo
I love the taste of pink champagne
Open it baby I can do it all again
Open it baby
Love, a viscious game
Love a little insane
Tell you what
I'll take your name
I will pop it on the spreadsheet called
Old flames
When I was a very young boy
I didn't want to fly or drive a train
Once I'd start I'd never stop
My daddy kept a bottle hidden
Cried when mother poured it down the drain
He never touched a drop
Of pink champagne
Open a box of bendy straws
I love that pink it starts to bubble when you touch it
Rises to the top and I can't stop
Till it f**** me in the brain
More pink champagne!
Well I drank it with some dancing girls in Rio
And I drank it with an angel on cocaine
I'd even drink it from a dog bowl someone left out in the rain
And I'll drink it making movies in a studio that's stained
And I'll drink it till the world explodes
And all that there remains
Is the taste of pink champagne