Chanson pour Hectorr

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Elton's John

Guest
To be sung to the melody of "Come Back To Camden"

There is something I wanted to tell you.
You're not funny, and nobody's laughing.
But then you, you look around
And you remember that you are a bore.
A BORE....Forevermore!

The chatroom, morning, noon and evening
From his discoloured, dark brown keyboard.
there you'll find/Hectorr the vile
calling to us with what's left of his brain
HIS BRAIN....
forevermore.

Spewing bile with no taste, and no friends
Sullenly on his chair of depravement
here you'll find/this twat,oh my..
and let's hear the very last plea from his heart
HIS HEART..
then, f*** off, bore.

This man has no life, never stops squawking
in the chatroom or message board, aye,
Here you'll find/this turgid guy
and there he is, all of his put-downs are poor
POOR..
forevermore.

I hope he'll piss off, it's now time.
sell his modem,shut up and depart.
Cos me and my heart,
we know/we just know
he's such a bore.

This spiteful arsehole never stops writing,
sycophantic and sprawling reviews.
Don't be kind,'bout what he writes.
And still we say, f*** off, f*** off to Hectorr
and/mine's a Bud, mine's a Bud, mine's a Bud.
Mine's a Bud.....
 
> To be sung to the melody of "Come Back To Camden"

> There is something I wanted to tell you.
> You're not funny, and nobody's laughing.
> But then you, you look around
> And you remember that you are a bore.
> A BORE....Forevermore!

> The chatroom, morning, noon and evening
> From his discoloured, dark brown keyboard.
> there you'll find/Hectorr the vile
> calling to us with what's left of his brain
> HIS BRAIN....
> forevermore.
Excellent Excelllent Excellent= I praise you, whoever you are.
> Spewing bile with no taste, and no friends
> Sullenly on his chair of depravement
> here you'll find/this twat,oh my..
> and let's hear the very last plea from his heart
> HIS HEART..
> then, f*** off, bore.

> This man has no life, never stops squawking
> in the chatroom or message board, aye,
> Here you'll find/this turgid guy
> and there he is, all of his put-downs are poor
> POOR..
> forevermore.

> I hope he'll piss off, it's now time.
> sell his modem,shut up and depart.
> Cos me and my heart,
> we know/we just know
> he's such a bore.

> This spiteful arsehole never stops writing,
> sycophantic and sprawling reviews.
> Don't be kind,'bout what he writes.
> And still we say, f*** off, f*** off to Hectorr
> and/mine's a Bud, mine's a Bud, mine's a Bud.
> Mine's a Bud.....
 
You know me, Colleen.
Glad you like 'em!

Stay tuned for more...
 
> You know me, Colleen.
> Glad you like 'em!

> Stay tuned for more...
I can hardly wait!
 
>The lyrics are commendable, but who the hell is Hector?

To be sung to the melody of "Come Back To Camden"

> There is something I wanted to tell you.
> You're not funny, and nobody's laughing.
> But then you, you look around
> And you remember that you are a bore.
> A BORE....Forevermore!

> The chatroom, morning, noon and evening
> From his discoloured, dark brown keyboard.
> there you'll find/Hectorr the vile
> calling to us with what's left of his brain
> HIS BRAIN....
> forevermore.

> Spewing bile with no taste, and no friends
> Sullenly on his chair of depravement
> here you'll find/this twat,oh my..
> and let's hear the very last plea from his heart
> HIS HEART..
> then, f*** off, bore.

> This man has no life, never stops squawking
> in the chatroom or message board, aye,
> Here you'll find/this turgid guy
> and there he is, all of his put-downs are poor
> POOR..
> forevermore.

> I hope he'll piss off, it's now time.
> sell his modem,shut up and depart.
> Cos me and my heart,
> we know/we just know
> he's such a bore.

> This spiteful arsehole never stops writing,
> sycophantic and sprawling reviews.
> Don't be kind,'bout what he writes.
> And still we say, f*** off, f*** off to Hectorr
> and/mine's a Bud, mine's a Bud, mine's a Bud.
> Mine's a Bud.....
 
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