He is far more obsessed with this website than people here realise. He knows his entire legacy is now in flames and was before this thread. If either the rider or the Dickie Felton tweet is genuine, then I'm having his balls served on toast to some Danish pig-farmers I know who think he's just another puff pop star full of 'f***** logic' nonsense, to parahrase/quote his former friend and troll-role model Julie Burchill. If it's true then he may as well have had Brain's f*****s on his rider alongside the Kerrygold.
"An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero
'Cause you put on a bad show, you put on a bad show
Oh don't it show
Still out on those pills
Oh do you remember
You think it's swell playing Max's Kansas
You're looking bored and you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut you better
Keep yer mouth shut you
You better keep yer mouth shut
In a rut
Still out on those pills
Do the sambo
Four years on you still look the same
I think about time
You changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
Ya poor little f*****
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
Think it's swell playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
You poor little f*****
You're sealed with a kiss
Still out on those pills
Cheap thrills
Anadins Aspros anything
You're condemned to eternal bull-shit
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
A kiss a kiss
You're sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss
You're coming to this
I want to kiss
You do just about anything
Oh kiss this
Eh boy"
Can't have that without the answer song.
You're telling me 'shut your mouth'
If I wasn't kissing, you wouldn't be around
You talk about f*****s, little mama's boy
You sit at home, you got a chaperon
You need an escort to take a piss
He holds your hand and he shakes your dick
You're so pretty, suburban kitty
You think you're gonna change, rearrange your city?
Little London boys
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
You think you're gonna fool me?
Ha ha ha ha
Little rich kid, what do you know?
You had everything, don't you think it don't show?
I've been a climbing, just a face to the wall
Too much too soon, do you recall?
Have a holiday in the city,
Feelings in the air, Vaseline pretty
You don't need no drunk, just LSD
You're all big shots. Shot by me!
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
And I'm talking about the whole audience.
Too bad you boys don't know
And the girls they don't go
Everybody just shows
You're little,
Little London boys
You're little London Boys
You're little London Boys
You're little London Boys
You're little London Boys
You're little London Boys
You're little,
You're little,
Little London boys
You're little London Boys
You poor little puppet