Some cafe music lyrics misheard over the hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s special sounds are: crackle, thud, crackle, murmur, murmur, crash, tinkle, and thud.
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‘Picty-up you walk now and now…’
‘Oooh… Oh-ooo!’
‘Me-may, me-may, oh-oh me-may…’
‘Chipple me baby.’
‘You be in my weave.’
‘Shine on star… and memories so far…’
‘Nylon scarf inside, oh, oh…’
‘Din-din the free world baby!’
‘That’s not mine, no, no, that’s not mine…’
‘Tell me ’bout your plant.’
‘I want you too-oo…’
‘Touch me plastic plane.’
‘Let me be a knee, dat-dat, ah…’
‘Hey happiness! Oo-ooh!’
‘I blame myself – take these burrs away!’
‘I can see Ann’s line and so-so.’
‘Ee-ee dance… ee-ee love me too!’
‘Cheep now, cheep now baybee.’
‘Superstition do you?… Yes, I can feel too…’
‘Abide in lurve, who are you girl?’
‘When I, when I… getty tall…’
‘I’m glowing something in me.’
‘Yes, I’m gonna know right now… know right now.’
‘Come back little pullet.’
‘Nay-errr… I’m driving longish…’
‘All right, ah no, ah no, ah no…’
‘I think some-thin’ goo…’
‘Noo yerk, noo yerk, noo yerk…’
‘Way-am fee-lin, way-am fee-lin…’

Feel free to put a melody and some nice chords to this and make it your own.

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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