Forever I have listened
To a good loud radio
Hearing various fan-wanks
From the Eurovision shows
Didn’t need the crappy lyrics
Only want the good music
Ooh what a great piece of song
With lyrics just so wrong
And what do they mean?
In a cliché so shit
Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know what a Manboy is
Wanna stop, wanna stop, wanna stop repeating these words
Oh, in a cliché so shit
Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know who wrote this crap
Wanna thank, wanna thank, wanna thank who composed this song
Oh, how annoying this is
Sometimes songs are a vice-versa
Ooh, lyrics like some poetry
Crap music I just loathe,
Both music and the lyrics
Like Wate’man or this
In a cliché so shit
‘Ready know, ‘ready know, ‘ready know what is coming up
Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know if the text’s still mush
Oh, here comes the big key-change
Now I need to say that I love you
I confirm this pure bs
Mutual promising cliché
In a keychange like this
Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know if you will commit
Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know ‘bout love and shit
Oh, In a cliché so shit
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make you STFU
Wanna stop, wanna stop, wanna stop singing love songs
Oh, In a cliché so shit
