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Pop Will Eat Itself - Familus Horribilus lyrics
Kick, kick, kick, kick Kicking at the gates like I'm an urban guerrilla And going for the victory like the Thrilla in Manila We're a nation of shoplifters, we're druggies, petty crooks It seems to be our style, we haven't horsey looks It'll be funky, it'll be funky yeah, it'll be funky Queenie's feeling meanie, we've seen her get her cash taxed Can't hear the jeers, they fear she needs her ears waxed Chuckie's riding bareback but only playing polo It's no go with the missus and now he's going solo Charlie's lost his marlies, he used to be a pillar Before he got busted and lusted for Camilla Squidgy getting fidgety at home all alone And Gilbey, we know he'll be shortly answering the phone The family, the family, the family horribilus The family, the family.... The suitors are all looters and they're closing in on Fergie Their game was fame but now they've got the lurgy The family's expanding and everyone's a stand-in A palace full of malice as everyone is crammed in As Lizzie's getting older, over her shoulder there's a rival Dizzy Di is busy sowing the seeds of survival You wanna sow some seeds, well get on your tractor And get Eddie out of bed or he'll never make an actor It'll be funky, it'll be funky yeah, it'll be funky... The royals are spreading like boils, it does your head in We have no choice, we're invoiced for the weddings It's like a soap, a Dallas or a Dynasty We live in hope to put them out their misery Fire the freaky family, we're tired of the cheek As you holiday your life away our futures look bleak As your castle's burning down you want the people to pay for it Ask us to defend you, we've got nothing to say for it The family, the family, the family horribilus The family, the family... Kicking at the gates like we think we're on the guest list We're told to wait - too late, we're getting restless The crowd is swelling as they're smelling the thrill There's dancing in the rubble and there's trouble at the mill There's warning of the storming, news of the resistance The peasants are revolting, advancing from the distance There's panic and there's anarchy and breaking the rules They're making fake money and they're taking the jewels What will it be? Funky! (x4) All without a fuss, the coup has been victorious The banners wave, proclaiming that it's glorious What will it be? Funky! (x4) It'll be funky, it'll be funky yeah.. (x2) |
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