Some snatches of song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s instruction is to remove the greasy outer packaging, slip your fingers under the raised flaps ‘A’, ‘B’, ‘C’, and ‘E’ (do not attempt to slip your fingers under flap ‘D’); light the protruding wicks on each end with a match, when you have good clean flames blow them out and let them smoke. Pour two litres of warm soapy water into the wide top nozzle marked with the symbol of an ankh, stand well back and wait. (A)
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‘Oh yeah, snowy nice girl…’
‘The stings to me I never seen.’
‘Now, now I feel like plumbing wine.’
‘To go to sleep with our rubber mugs girl…’
‘This, is for you, shiny cloud!’
‘Saline feel metric tock faintly, oh oh…’
‘Shine your iron, lovin’ much bedder!’
‘Nar nar nar nar nar nar nar…’
‘Up till, up till, up till now!…’
‘I diddy do, shy behind, I want my bridge pie.’
‘Na na na na na…’
‘A colour diction, a marrow life for you.’
‘Peel-berry how chained? Shining in miniature.’
‘No, I can’t take this liquid temptation back!’
‘Mean you, beep together, worsted in my eyes.’
‘Down in chip-doors yellow station…’
‘Oh pain! What rare glove is a rose?’
‘A bouncy-bouncy, nobody cares babe.’
‘Hips-hit sparky babe this morning!’
‘Dead-bone thumb hold tight!’
‘Eye-de-eye, trouble in deep heather.’
‘We stand, in my head girl.’
‘A rolling heart, Sunderland, me dainty legs.’

If you would like to know something about how these lines are compiled, just click here.

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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5 Responses to Some snatches of song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

  1. ‘To go to sleep with our rubber mugs girl…’ This one had me chuckling away…its just so bizarre! 🙂

  2. Dana Doran says:

    ‘Na na na na na na’ – I don’t think you mis-heard that one! I’ll finish it for you….’hey, hey, goodbye’

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