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Jack Black's Legend of the Rent, from School of Rock, was a classic, deliberately bad revenge song, even if directed at the fictional band "No Vacancy". Not on the soundtrack C.D., unfortunately...
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In the end of time,
there was a man who knew the road,
and the writing was written on the stone...
In the ancient time,
an artist led the way,
but no one seemed to understand...
In his heart he knew,
the artist must be true,
But the legend of the rent was way past due
Rim dim dim dim dim dim dim dim doodit doo doo dit doo rim rim dim dim dim dim dim dim doodit doo doo dit doo
Well you think you'll be just fine,
without me but your mine,
you think you can kick me out of the band
rair rair rair ree rer rair rair reeree rair
Well there's just one problem there,
the band is Mine!
How can you kick me out of what is mine?
Shigga Jigga Jigga Jigga Jigga
Oh you're not hardcore
(no you're not hardcore)
unless you live hardcore
(unless you live hardcore)
But the legend!
of the rent!
was way hardcore!
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"Get Thee To A Nunnery" by T.I.S.M. was a potshot at Sophie Lee, but more in her capacity as host of the Bugs Bunny show than as lead singer of the Fabulous Freaked Out Flower Children.
Ah, but Arse Hugging Pants was Spiderbait at their vicious best, wherein they WOAH BLACK BETTY BAMALAMMED the dance scene...
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yesterday i got so stressed
i heard there's people half undressed;
poor and sick no credit card
they can't afford the cover charge;
how can i think once my butt starts to wriggle in time;
all of my cares and my thoughts just go out of my mind;
i hit the dance floor with faintly familiar songs,
i'm counting the calories.
we've got to do something for all the poor;
what we need now is an ambassador;
we'll send them Kylie to teach them to dance;
and maybe whip up some arse hugging pants;
how can they think once their butts starts to wriggle in time?
we should go out to the refugee camps;
and turn them into hot discotheques;
all of the people will then hear the call;
all of the world under one mirror ball;
how can they think once their butts starts to wriggle in time? |
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