IN THE HEAD ALL NIGHT/ SHIRTY SMEARS (to the tune of In the Dead of Night/ Thirty Years by U.K.) The original track listing for this song suite by U.K. is: 1. In the Dead of Night 2. By the Light of Day 3. Presto Vivace 4. In the Dead of Night (Reprise) 5. Thirty Years 1. In the Head All Night Are you one inclined, who can eat anything that is fried Tenderizers, by-products, meat or dairy, hard to decide Retching at the sight of detritus once clamored for Pots and pans on fire, stomach heaving as a wok offers more In the head all night In the head all night Rich cholesterol offend, calories attend into me To indulge and to refill, overeating swill infinity Buttered anything I try, garlic pickle pie, shove it in Antacids undermine not the feedings of the kind that will end In the head all night In the head all night 2. Bite No Bite To-Day Blecch sounds, bombs away, stomach rumbles Kpectate unbinds lever to flood Feeling like an elephants grumble Or wizened elves slinging mud Bite no bite to-day Bite no bite to-day Touchy feel a dancing bare Shower and swirly flowing where Lubey cream but no upend Exacerbates a surly end Bite no bite to-day Bite no bite to-day Lubey cream but no amend In a surly end 3. Retcho Vivace/ In the Head All Night (Reprise) 4. In the Head All Night (reprise) A belly that arranges a win every meal A biting of it all, ever more, so unreal Devour all I see, past the gums, power-dine To plunder, render, grind Surrender, quell the dictum of the swine Bite oh bite to-day In the head all night 5. Shirty Smears Eating rainbow smores, a lunchtime That left you more than splattered full of fun Spun over faces and cases of chocolate sauce But never aimed where same was tossed Milanos flung away awry When someone else would have to dry And wash it all ...from your shirt All the snacks you slammed Like hand puppets danced away To oral caves of teeth Beneath ever cowering In custard creams that slither down Pounding that rocky road Or splashed and gnashed The seventh course, of morsels so demurely lost From feast above ...on your shirt Sunday in your underwear Seething with bits of divinity Shed a tee and shout it out... (staining) Shirty smears that wont wash out... (draining) [guitar solo] All the crumbs you rained (choking) Thirty years of stains (soaking) All the creme you drained (choking) Shirty smears of stains (soaking) Eating rainbow smores, a lifetime That left you more like fatter than a ton Smothering faces with cases of any dross That never seemed to bean where tossed All spackled with the meals gone by Now no one else will dare to try And wash it all... From your shirt Just dessert
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 04:21:51 +0000
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