[So here it is. The Eurovision Song Contest is but a short time away and let's
face it, creating the songs that do well there is hardly rocket science.
English language songs always score highly BUT no UK entry will have a chance because, frankly,
we don't take it seriously enough here and everyone else in Europe hates us anyway.
But then I guess we probably deserve it.
Below is EXACTLY the kind of inane nonsense they go for at Eurovision so if some
talented tunesmith from another locale simply wants to wrap a humm-able earworm melody around this
dross, all you'll need then is a girl who can carry a tune and looks good in a risqué costume.
Fame and riches await!]
Won't ya' tell me baby,
I really gotta know,
Why you always talkin' fast,
But you movin' so slow,
Gotta get some action,
Rockin' in this place,
Scootch a little closer boy,
It's time to suck face.
Kiss me baby,
Kiss me like you mean it,
Kiss me with your eyes closed,
Just the way I dreamed it,
Kiss me in the night-time,
Kiss me every day,
Never let the feeling,
Ever, ever go away.
Kiss me, kiss me, na-na na-na na-naaaa
Kiss me, kiss me, na-na na-na na-naaaa
Never let the feeling ever go away.
Won't ya' hold me baby,
Hold me really tight,
So I'll say I loved the way,
You were lovin' me tonight,
Wanna drink you in,
'Till the room spins round,
Let me taste that Jägerbomb,
You just chugged down.
Kiss me...
[I wrote something for the middle 8 but it was even worse - a few extra "na na"s
and a bit of suggestive jumping around will probably do the job though]
Won't ya' tell me baby,
I really gotta know,
Why I always wanna come,
But you seem to wanna go,
You're always on the bench,
When the road gets rocky,
I need you here playin' me,
At tonsil hockey.
Kiss me...
face it, creating the songs that do well there is hardly rocket science.
English language songs always score highly BUT no UK entry will have a chance because, frankly,
we don't take it seriously enough here and everyone else in Europe hates us anyway.
But then I guess we probably deserve it.
Below is EXACTLY the kind of inane nonsense they go for at Eurovision so if some
talented tunesmith from another locale simply wants to wrap a humm-able earworm melody around this
dross, all you'll need then is a girl who can carry a tune and looks good in a risqué costume.
Fame and riches await!]
Won't ya' tell me baby,
I really gotta know,
Why you always talkin' fast,
But you movin' so slow,
Gotta get some action,
Rockin' in this place,
Scootch a little closer boy,
It's time to suck face.
Kiss me baby,
Kiss me like you mean it,
Kiss me with your eyes closed,
Just the way I dreamed it,
Kiss me in the night-time,
Kiss me every day,
Never let the feeling,
Ever, ever go away.
Kiss me, kiss me, na-na na-na na-naaaa
Kiss me, kiss me, na-na na-na na-naaaa
Never let the feeling ever go away.
Won't ya' hold me baby,
Hold me really tight,
So I'll say I loved the way,
You were lovin' me tonight,
Wanna drink you in,
'Till the room spins round,
Let me taste that Jägerbomb,
You just chugged down.
Kiss me...
[I wrote something for the middle 8 but it was even worse - a few extra "na na"s
and a bit of suggestive jumping around will probably do the job though]
Won't ya' tell me baby,
I really gotta know,
Why I always wanna come,
But you seem to wanna go,
You're always on the bench,
When the road gets rocky,
I need you here playin' me,
At tonsil hockey.
Kiss me...
