TISM BFW Lyrics
Some dead-eyed child bride
Has learnt to dance
Sisqo: One pack of vicious blacks
Moby: A geography teacher
Bought a blues record.
Radiohead: Redefining the very idiom
That is modern music.
Psy-trance. Big Beat. Prog House.
Old Skool. Hard house.
London: The 500 most snooty people
Think something's important.
Acting in a movie: Walk to the mark. Say the line.
Do it again.
Video clips: The revolving moose-head shot
Cost quarter of a mil.
Pay T.V: Gilligan's Island. Rugby.
Gilligan's Island again.
The Internet: More c___ at your fingertips
Than on them.
Big f___ing Whoopee.
Georgio Armani: Makes dresses.
Makes more dresses.
The Queen Mother: f___ed the right guy.
Lots of money. Drunkard.
Vegans: Deeply committed people.
Better than you than me.
Stock market: Lots of guys with rat-cunning,
Ripping each other off.
BMW: You hop in this car,
Then you drive it.
Drive it! Drive!
Big f___ing Whoopee.
You wanna know about Big f___ing Whoopee?
Let me tell you about Big f___ing Whoopee
Skateboardin' that's Big f___ing Whoopee
Finnegans Wake, BFW
That long-haired choreographer on Pop Stars who looks like the Paddle Pop Lion
And who was just so lovin' being on camera and getting the chance to bully a group of 20 year olds
BFW mate, in a big way
Fat Boy Slim Dusty
Chefs, especially celebrity chefs, but all chefs really. Good ones, I mean, the ones
with the snooty attitude who think, what this world really needs is another braised
quot quot in a rococo of cuscus. And people who like all that s___ like John Hindle and
Claude Forrell and all those food critics
By Christ, when your life's specialty is forcing another morsel of over-glazed lamb shank
down your oily, globular, over-opinionated gullet, when, of all the things in the world
men are called to do. Of all the vocations of love and adventure. Of all the trials of
the emotions and amongst all the voyages of spirit mankind can embark upon, when, given
this whole universe of possible callings, the one you choose is to sit on your c___ulent
crack and lazily whine about someone else's cooking, that's when you know you are at the
very acme of the BFW s___ heap
Ian Forrester, BFW
Abstract Expressionism, BFW
BF - f___ing - W to all of them
DVD players - till they can record - that's f___ing BFW
Every article about feminism in the Age, BFW
Acland Street, Brunswick Street, I mean, you're still just walking up and down the f___ing road. I can do that in f___ing Rowville too
f___ing sick of this, BFW to the f___ing lot of it, f___ing BF f___ing W
Actually, now I f___ing talk about it, Teenagers are f___ing BFW
Tai Bo, live theatre, all of which is f___ing c___, the Grand Prix, golf
Mietta's death, tap dancin', harp playing, Federation, Cathy f___ing Freeman
and every other f___ing track and field athlete, BFW to the lot of ya
Tom and Nicole
Tom and Nicole Brown, I mean, whose parents moved into the house next door to ours for
six months, back when I was nine and I played with them after school for a while but I
never saw them again after their parents split up and they had to sell the house. That
Tom and Nicole, Tom and Nicole Brown are obviously BFW
Not the Tom and Nicole, whose similar marital troubles are terribly vital to me and us all
One thing I would like to know
Why is it [bleep] amongst groovers is all the go
But that same crew slag off Bardot
Who writes the songs, that's the thing
Any clotheshorse can learn to sing
[bleep]'s albums are eponymous but the songwriters stay anonymous
Naughty by Nature, the Back Street Boys, Boys 2 Men, who makes the noise?
Sisquo, Snoop Dog, less heard than seen
Who are the ugly b______s hidden away
Who write the tunes that get air play
Listen [bleep] I don't want to trouble ya
But if you don't write the songs
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