BOCOPS

Qu’il est bête celui-là
Depuis qu’il a une Iroquois
Il a passé son permis de conduire
Avec une casquette sur la tête

CANCER L’AMOUR

Cancer l’amour, cancer bonjour
Cancer l’amour, cancer bonjour
Cancer l’amour, cancer bonjour
Cancer l’amour, cancer bonjour
Cancer des pieds, cancer du nez
Cancer hygiène, cancer tu gènes
Tintin menteur, Cockney Rejects
Tintin dit l’heure, Milou raider
Tintin boxeur, arrêt du cœur

 

 

DARLING HUSBAND

I like you, but I like more me
The one I like best in this world is the pet rat that I feed
You like my rat, and I like your TV
Saturday evenings we are watching the Ewing family
Darling husband, darling wife
Darling husband, darling wife
Darling husband, darling wife
Darling husband, darling wife
You wanna fuck Lucy, and I wanna fuck Bobby
If you leave me darling husband, leave me your TV

DRITTE BLIND MEUSE (THREE BLIND MICE)

Heileen had three blind mice
That were always followed by the butcher’s wife
Running arround with a big sharp knife
She wanted to cut their pricks off
Heileen hiding
Heileen screaming
Heileen shrinking
Heileen is running away
Heileen loved her three blind mice
They would crawl inside her late at night
Wiggle their tail, wiggle their moustache
Heileen did’nt need any man
Heileen fucking
Heileen screaming
Heileen screwing
Heileen is happy now
Heileen showed her three bind mice
At a mouse contest in Birmingham
They were sure to win the very first price
By fucking each other’s ass
Three blind mice, three blind mice
Three blind mice, three blind mice
Three blind mice, three blind mice
Three blind mice, three blind mice
Heileen loved her three blind mice
They were killed away by the butcher’s wife
She masturbates herself with a big sharp knife
In honour to praise their life
Heileen fucking
Heileen screaming
Heileen screwing
Heileen is happy now

FUCKING PACIFISTS

One, two, three, four, men are marching
One, two, three, four, stepping on grass
One, two, three, four, men are marching
One, two, three, four, it’s the war
Cars are crashing, planes are falling
Children dying, children playing
Killing their parents, men are fighting
Fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting
I want war, I want war
I want to fuck with the cannon ball
I want war, I want war
I want a gun toy
One, two, three, four, fucking pacifists
One, two, three, four, demonstrating
Leave me in peace, leave me in peace
Leave me alone and leave me in peace
I want war, I want war
I want a gun toy-oi-oi


HÄNSHENKLEIN

Hänshenklein, ging allein
In die weite welt inein
Stock und hut, ging him gut
In ganz volgemut
Aber mama weint so sehr
Seinem Hänshen hat nicht mehr
Still mama, ich bin da
Sagt den kleinen op-sa-sa.

I LOVE YOU FUCK OFF

I love you Prince Charles
I love you Diana
I love you Prince Charles
I love you Diana
I love you fuck off
I love you Diana
I love you fuck off
Kings have big pricks
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
The Queen is going to Buckingham palace
The King is going to the House of Lords
Andrew’s going to the House of Parliament
Ann is going to fuck with her horse
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

KEPON DESTROY

I’ve never been a naughty girl
I’ve just seen some dirty boys
I never had any kind of trouble
Untill I met some punks that destroy
Now that I am a naughty girl
Hanging arround with dirty boys
I never had so much fun in my life
Now that I go with punks that destroy

KICK YOUR ASS (STAB YOUR BACK)

Kick your ass tonight
Kick your ass off from the floor
Kick your neighbour’s face and body
‘Till blood starts to pour
Kick a dog tonight
Kick an asshole of the street
Kick your neighbour’s Irish Setter
‘Till it shits no more
I wish I could provocate, yes I wish I could provocate
Kick a girl tonight
Kick a girl off from the street
Kick your neighbour’s pregnant lover
‘Till the baby’s on the floor
I wish I could provocate, I wish I could provocate

LA CLOCHE

Nobody likes beats
Nobody likes beats
Nobody likes beats
Nobody likes beats
Nobody likes swastika
Nobody likes swastika
Nobody likes swastika
Nobody likes swastika
Nobody likes beats
Nobody likes beats
Nobody likes beats
Nobody likes beats
I’ve got nothing to say
I’ve got nothing to do
What is nice about swastika is that is speaks for you
What is nice about swastika is that is speaks for you
What is nice about swastika is that is speaks for you
What is nice about swastika is that is speaks for you, you


LUSTIGES TIERQUARTETT

People have such happy minds and live so happily
People think that they are pretty
People think that they are happy
Well they’re not, well they’re not, well they’re not, well they’re not
Well they’re not, well they’re not, well they’re not, well they’re not
A Tierquartett is pretty, a Tierquartett is happy
A Tierquartett is pretty, a Tierquartett is happy
People have such lovely feelings, people are so nice
People think that they smell good
People think that they look good
Well they don’t, well they don’t, well they don’t, well they don’t
Well they don’t, well they don’t, well they don’t, well they don’t
Tierquartett is smelling good, Tierquartett is looking good
Tierquartett is smelling good, Tierquartett is looking good
People have such pretty clothes and such a lovely skin
People think their skin is soft
People think their prick is big
Well it’s not, well it’s not, well it’s not, well it’s not
Well it’s not, well it’s not, well it’s not, well it’s not
Tierquartett has a soft skin, Tierquartett has a big prick
Tierquartett has a soft skin, Tierquartett has a big prick

MAGIC MUSHROOMS

I’m a cowboy
I live in the West
I wear a Steston hat
Like Ray Krebbs
I kill buffalo boys
I kill buffalo boys
I kill buffalo boys
I kill buffalo boys
I eat magic mushrooms
In the West of France
I belive I’m someone else
When I get in a trance
I’m the sailor man
I kill Adam Ant
I’m a cowboy, cowboy, cowboy
I kill buffalo boys

MAGNUM

(instrumental)

Mr PHOQUE

Boys piss in sink
Girls can’t do it
Girls can’t piss ‘cause the sink’s too weak
Boys can piss ‘cause boys have pricks
Boys have pricks
Boys have pricks
Boys have
Boys have
Boys have pricks
I’ll never-never, never-never, never-never
never-never, never-never, never-never procreate
I’ll never-never, never-never, never-never
never-never, never-never, never-never procreate-ate
Boys piss in street
Girls behind cars
Girls can piss but they have to sit
Boys can piss with their open fly
I’ll never-never, never-never, never-never
never-never, never-never, never-never procreate
I’ll never-never, never-never, never-never
never-never, never-never, never-never procreate-ate
Girls piss blood
Boys can’t do it

NEPLARELOU

I don’t care people dying
I don’t care people fighting
I don’t care people starving
I don’t care people hunger-striking
All I want is an easter egg, a Chistmas toy and a birthday gift
I want a toy, I have no money
I will tease my parents untill they buy
Two Action Men, three dolls named Barbie
And a sportsing car so they can take a ride
Will you buy it, will you buy it, will you buy it mommy ?
Will you give me, will you give me, will you gice me that ?
I don’t want it, I don’t want it, I don’t want it daddy
I don’t want to play with that toy anymore
I’m having dinner, I want some candy
I will eat no spinach, no meat, no rice
I must go to bed, I want a story
I won’t go to sleep untill you say goodnight

NO KODS

I’m going old, you’re going old
We’re growing old, he’s going older
He won’t need no working anymore
He’s lying dead, he’s lying dead
He won’t need no loving anymore
He’s lying dead, he’s lying dead
He will get some flowers tomorrow
He’s lying dead, he’s lying dead
He will go to church tomorrow
He’s lying dead, he’s lying dead
Mistake of nature, mistake of life
Mistake of nature, mistake of life
Mistake of nature, mistake of life
Mistake of nature, mistake of life
No God, no God, fuck fuck you
No God, no God, fuck fuck you
No God, no God, fuck fuck you
No God, no God, fuck fuck you
I just shot a bullet into your head
You’re going to be dead-o, you’re going to be dead-o
Like John Lennon you’re better-off dead
You’re going to be dead-o, you’re going to be dead-o

ON THE RADIATOR

On the radiator
On the radiator
On the radiator
On the radiator
I’m sitting on the bed
I’m sitting on the couch
I’m sitting on a chair
I’m sitting anywhere
On the radiator
On the radiator
On the radiator
On the radiator
I’m having chicken-skin
I am freezing
I have to sit where it’s hot
To keep my brain working
On the radiator
On the radiator
On the radiator
On the radiator
On the radiator
On the radiator
On the radiator
On the radiator

RICOS

Tsé-tsé, tsé-tsé….

SHE TOLD ME ABOUT LEEDS PERMANENT BUILDING SOCIETY

Then she came, then she came
then she came, then she came
then she came, then she came
And told me, told me
She told me she’d never get her purse back
That it was stolen by some man
She told me she’d never get her cat back
That she ate it for her supper
Then she sat, then she sat
Then she sat, then she sat
Then she sat, then she sat
And told me, told me
She told me she never gets her tea right
That it always need some more cream
She told me her son was in the army
And that I should care about him
Then she stood, then she stood
Then she stood, then she stood
Then she stood, then she stood
And told me, told me
She told me she had a sexual problem
That her husband prick was too small
She told me he used his head to fuck her
But she hat to shave it often
She told me about building society
She told me about Leeds Permanent
She told me about building society
She told me about Leeds Permanency

TOMMY

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rédaction/conception : Marsu / Samir / PariA
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