Lyrics I stole Lyrics I stole Placating Cress Was my goal Just because she probably likes take that Does not mean that she is a twat

Cress she went a-walking one windy night so cold and all the while she sang to herself Spandau Ballet's 'Gold'

I hate Take That And I hate you But who is "you" refering to? You'll never know You'll never know And to Keir's house for tea I will now go.

Well that is good Being as it should Off you walk To have yourself a little talk With the person you hate most With crumpets, tea and toast

Keir is one I do not hate It's you, you putrid twat ingrate Now go back home to be all alone And I'll have Earl Grey with my scone.

I thought you said we'd never know? This really is a terrible blow Oh well I can live with that As long as I can some thing at

You make no sense And are awfully dense How much dare you selling your white picket fence?

Look who's talking Look who's talking too Are films you probably like You fool

You've got a nerve I think that's pretty shady Considering your favourite film Is Three Men And A Little Lady

Says Keir to a reflection He should be locked up For his own protection The Scottish twat

Don't call him that You C*nterbury lush! Because on Keir I have A secret crush. Oh and you're both wrong And you both sound pissed Cos my favourite film Is Schindlers List, So you can both kiss My cress.

You say that we're both wrong On the filmic matter But I only guessed at his, not yours If you read back my chatter

Keir you twatter Don't try this usual defence We both know it is only pretence With your seamless editing skill You can edit your posts while still Standing emotionless at your till Why not admit your transgression and chill? Working at Asdas, driving those mazdas With the radio on, your new favourite group, the Jazzters You make me SICK and sayings of those ilk You're as alien as, from stargate, that guy T'ilc

pliny you liar your pants are on fire they burn for days and days and days and poor oil-sodden seagulls choke in the haze you say whatever would suit you the best whatever the truth is you ignore it lest you have to admit you're a bit of a ninny that's what you are, Pliny

You're one to talk You, who squeezes juice From even your mothers stalk An obvious jerk, morally loose Piece of trash, idiotic Who's very nature is symbiotic You live on others mistakes And chew your way through mouldy cakes Grinding molars crashing down So the sound reverberates through your backwater town Dare call me a liar? You, whose pants have caused a forest fire An epidemic of lies A come down without the highs You make me sick as I have stated In my opinion your over rated