10 Excruciatingly Bad Lyrical Moments

  • 10 Excruciatingly Bad Lyrical Moments
    POSTED 19 Aug 2013



    So we’ve stumbled across some pretty god damn awful song lyrics in the past but it’s become so apparent and noticeable recently that we thought it time to publishTHEworst of the worst.

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    Placebo - Too Many Friends:

    My computer thinks I’m gay

    I threw that piece of junk away

    On the Champs-Elyses

    “Please explain Placebo…"

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    Silverchair - Freak:

    No More Maybes

    Babys got rabies

    Sitting on a Ball

    In the middle of the Andes

    "I first heard this on the radio in a taxi to Bangkok. Honestly. I thought I’d been drugged."

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    Train - Drops Of Jupiter:

    Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken

    Your best friend always sticking up for you… even when I know you’re wrong

    Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation

    The best soy latte that you ever had… And me

    "I really am lost for words here."

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    Kiss - Love Gun:

    I’ll be a gambler, baby

    Lay down the bet

    We get together, mama

    You’ll sweat

    "Musical god’s but a big ball was dropped here. Could have easily included the whole song."

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    Ben Folds - Still Fighting It:

    Good morning, son.

    I am a bird

    Wearing a brown polyester shirt

    You want a coke?

    Maybe some fries?

    The roast beef combo’s only $9.95

    "People need to stop singing about food."

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    Peter Andre - Mysterious Girl:

    Your pretty looks surround me like a flowers a bloom

    And I love the smell of your Elizabeth Taylor perfume

    Your personality alone light up de room

    Just one kiss alone a make me heart go boom

    "I met a mysterious girl once. Definitely wasn’t wearing Liz Taylor perfume."

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    System of a Down - Vicinity of Obscenity:

    Liar!

    Liar!

    Banana banana banana terracotta banana terracotta terracotta pie!

    Banana banana banana terracotta banana terracotta terracotta pie!

    and…

    Beat the meat (beat the meat),

    Treat the feet (treat the feet)

    To the sweet, milky seat.

    "I’m sure few people are suprised S.O.A.D are included in this list. "

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    Beck - Loser:

    With the rerun shows and cocaine nose job

    The daytime crap of the folk singers slop

    He hung himself with a guitar string

    A slab of turkey neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing

    "I do have a lot of respect for Beck but he was definitely high when writing this."

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    Bloodhound Gang - The Evils Of Placenta Hustling:

    Excuse me, have you seen my wife’s placenta?

    "Could have chosen quite literally anything Bloodhound Gang but this reigns victorious for me, song or not."

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    Black Eyed Peas - My Humps:

    What you gon’ do with all that junk?
    All that junk inside that trunk?
    I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
    Get you love drunk off my hump.
    What you gon’ do with all that ass?
    All that ass inside them jeans?
    I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
    Make you scream, make you scream.
    Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
    My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)

    I met a girl down at the disco.
    She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
    I could be your baby, you can be my honey
    Let’s spend time not money.
    I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
    Milky, milky cocoa,
    Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

    "I was going to include the whole song but have developed a migraine just looking at it."

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So we’ve stumbled across some pretty god damn awful song lyrics in the past but it’s become so apparent and noticeable recently that we thought it time to publishTHEworst of the worst.

image

Placebo - Too Many Friends:

My computer thinks I’m gay

I threw that piece of junk away

On the Champs-Elyses

“Please explain Placebo…"

image

Silverchair - Freak:

No More Maybes

Babys got rabies

Sitting on a Ball

In the middle of the Andes

"I first heard this on the radio in a taxi to Bangkok. Honestly. I thought I’d been drugged."

image

Train - Drops Of Jupiter:

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken

Your best friend always sticking up for you… even when I know you’re wrong

Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation

The best soy latte that you ever had… And me

"I really am lost for words here."

image

Kiss - Love Gun:

I’ll be a gambler, baby

Lay down the bet

We get together, mama

You’ll sweat

"Musical god’s but a big ball was dropped here. Could have easily included the whole song."

image

Ben Folds - Still Fighting It:

Good morning, son.

I am a bird

Wearing a brown polyester shirt

You want a coke?

Maybe some fries?

The roast beef combo’s only $9.95

"People need to stop singing about food."

image

Peter Andre - Mysterious Girl:

Your pretty looks surround me like a flowers a bloom

And I love the smell of your Elizabeth Taylor perfume

Your personality alone light up de room

Just one kiss alone a make me heart go boom

"I met a mysterious girl once. Definitely wasn’t wearing Liz Taylor perfume."

image

System of a Down - Vicinity of Obscenity:

Liar!

Liar!

Banana banana banana terracotta banana terracotta terracotta pie!

Banana banana banana terracotta banana terracotta terracotta pie!

and…

Beat the meat (beat the meat),

Treat the feet (treat the feet)

To the sweet, milky seat.

"I’m sure few people are suprised S.O.A.D are included in this list. "

image

Beck - Loser:

With the rerun shows and cocaine nose job

The daytime crap of the folk singers slop

He hung himself with a guitar string

A slab of turkey neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing

"I do have a lot of respect for Beck but he was definitely high when writing this."

image

Bloodhound Gang - The Evils Of Placenta Hustling:

Excuse me, have you seen my wife’s placenta?

"Could have chosen quite literally anything Bloodhound Gang but this reigns victorious for me, song or not."

image

Black Eyed Peas - My Humps:

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let’s spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

"I was going to include the whole song but have developed a migraine just looking at it."

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