Worst attempt at a rhyme in a pop tune?

[JamesAndTheGiantHead]

You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul.

Not necessarily a bad rhyme, just a terrible lyric.

 

[looney]

Mind you ..

She thinks that I'm a cabbage
Cos I hate University Challenge

Excusable because it vaguely sort of rhymes in a Derry accent. Okay no it doesn't but it was from a bloody good song.

Why doesn't it ryme? what kind of accent do you have?

 

[Worthingite]

Was going to put the Des'ree lyric but someone beat me to it!!!!!!

My choice would be the entire lyric's to "Back Home" by the England 1970 world cup team. Although some lyrics did rhyme, you wouldn't have known it by the way the team murdered the song!

 

[NMH]

Time someone quoted some Macc Lads lyrics I reckons, proper Viz quality lyrics

 

[upthealbion1970]

Time someone quoted some Macc Lads lyrics I reckons, proper Viz quality lyrics

Was it Macc Lads "me and my mates seal clubbin......"?

 

[Sooty the Thief]

'Sweaty Betty, she had a huga vagina. Sweaty Betty, you could fit a bus inside her'

(C)The Macc Ladds 'Sweaty Betty'

 

[Leosayer]

Also sweatty Betty

I couldn't believe the size of her bum,
She used to play for Wigan at the back of the scrum

 

[Mr deez]

Quite incredibly, the rhianna song I heard this morning rhymes 'bad or good' with 'miserable'.

 

[NMH]

Why don't people cover Macc fookin Lads tunes?

Surely it's time some coont covered beer and chips and sex and gravy.

 

[Leosayer]

Was it Macc Lads "me and my mates seal clubbin......"?

Wasn't that half man half biscuit?

 

[upthealbion1970]

Wasn't that half man half biscuit?

I know it was one or the other

 

[Danny-Boy]

THE BLUEBOTTLE BLUES Lyrics
Big musical introduction.

Sound of door opening, and Bluebottle runs up to microphone, where Secombe is waiting..

Bluebottle: Oh! Hello everybody! < fx: boos, rasperberries>
Secombe: Just the lad I've been looking for.
Bluebottle: Oh!
Secombe: <sings> Clamber on my head, Fred
Whence all but you have fled, Fred
There is no contesting,
I've no way of manifesting
How much I'd prefer you dead, Fred
Bluebottle: Oh I'm glad you like me, my Captain 'cause I trust you too.
Secombe: Gratify your wim, Jim.
Bluebottle: Jim? What happened to Fred?
Secombe: He changed his name.
Bluebottle: What to?
Secombe: Chunky.
Tell me, can you swim Jim?
Bluebottle: No, Jim can not swim.
Secombe: Then step upon this plank, son
On the river bank, son
Which I have carefully arranged so that it will suddenly tip up and throw you into thirty feet of muddy water as you upset the trim, by stepping on the rim, Jim.
Bluebottle: I say, it's not for deading me, is it Captain?
Secombe: Oh course not, dear boy! Just walk along it a bit further!
Bluebottle: Righty-ho then. Ahh. Here I am on the edge of the nice little wooden-type plank. It is a lovely day
(fx: plank creakin) for a naughty plank walk. What?
<SPLASH!> Arg! Oh!.

YAHHH! You've drowneded me.
I do not like this game..

<sings>
I've got those "When I say I trust you I don't want to be drownded
'cause I do not like those kind of game" Blues.
I don't like naughty tricks that go sploo gee splat
(They say harm can come to a young lad like that)
And I do not like explosions that blow me back for Christmas
Out of my el-seaside bel-bottom shoes
I don't like being wetted by nasty April showers
And I do not like being nutted by Eifel and Blackpool towers
So I do not want to be drowned, nutted, deaded, hitted, splatted pledded!
I don't like that kind of type blues -- I don't like that
I've got them Bluebottle Blues..

Secombe: Still alive?
Take this cigarette, pet.
Bluebottle: Oh ta
Secombe: No, don't light it yet, pet.
<off> All right, now you can light it.
Bluebottle: Are you sure that I won't be deaded or nothing, Captain?
Secombe: <off> No, no -- don't be frightened!
Bluebottle: All right then, I'll just put a match to it, and ....
<BOOOM>.

<over explosion> You rotten swine you! You deaded me again.
I shan't play this rotten game no more. .

Picks up fractured knee caps, replaces lug in lughole and exits through little hole in middle of record.

<sound of Bluebottle doing same>.

<Heavy boots approaching microphone>
(Milligan, unaccompanied) I'm walking backwards for Christmas -- oh no, that's on the other side, isn't it!

I can sing or recite most of this by heart..am I the one and only on here?

 

[Superphil]

Punk lyrics from the 80s.

I'm a member of the Chronic Generation
It's gettin me nowhere-its full of complications
Our lives are moulded like a plasticene mutation
Don't wanna be a part of the Chronic Generation

Chronic Generation
Boredom and frustration
For the vandalisation
Of the infant school invasion

Chronic Generation
We rebel against the nation
And the system of education
The need for qualifications


Old football shirts and classic soccer jerseys from around the world.

 

[darters74]

What about that shite spouted from Alexandra "Burke" - "you can do it even better in Broken Heels". WTF is she on about, stupid bitch!

 

[Superphil]

They don't spout it, they have it written for them, they sing it, they get shiny things bought for them, they do it again in time for Xmas, they get more shiny things, then they are dropped for being old/ uncool/ married/etc and another dolly wins ex-factor.


Old football shirts and classic soccer jerseys from around the world.

 

[Twinkle Toes]

Does it get any worse than this 'effort by Mr Ian Gillan Esq. ??

Pass me the bottle from under your poncho
I'm gonna drink 'til I fall unconcho...

 

[Easy 10]

"Is there a tumour in your humour"

Robbie Williams


Christ.

 

[Garage_Doors]

I am an anti-christ
I am an anarchist

 

[Avicii]

The intense irony here is that the lyric that you describe as "an attempt to rhyme" does actually rhyme...

 

[Danny-Boy]

"We are Brighton, super Brighton, we arte Brighton, from the cursed...."