watch us wreck the mike
1994 was not a particularly good year for Mike Swinburn. During the months that PJ & Duncan topped the charts, he lived in fear of the sudden cry of "LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLLE" resonating throughout the playground, followed by a chant of "watch us wreck the Mike, watch us wreck the Mike, watch us wreck the Mike - psyche!"
Unfortunately for Mike, "psyche" meant a punch in the stomach. Sorry, Mike.
Unfortunately for Mike, "psyche" meant a punch in the stomach. Sorry, Mike.
written by an*nymou* u*er, approved by Ponky
Buster Bloodvessel's 'Lip Up Fatty' was penned as a kind of Fat Pride anthem. So successful was it, that packs of Dr Marten shod rude-boys would hunt the playgrounds for anybody that could be decribed as portly, and encouragingly sing it to them; all the while encircling the chosen lardarse and sticking six toecaps up his bumpiece.
written by De*ek*Mo*eley, approved by Mansh
That bloody PJ & Duncan song was the bane of my life for a few weeks in year 8. One clever classmate (step forward Richard Chambers) changed it to involve my surname. I had a friend called Robert. Ha ha, I was gay. Here comes the song:
Let's get ready to Whittle
Let's get ready to Whittle
Watch him bum the Rob
Watch him bum the Rob
Watch him bum the Rob
FAG!
I'm sure Haines' scrapyard feels blessed by Richard's working presence.
Let's get ready to Whittle
Let's get ready to Whittle
Watch him bum the Rob
Watch him bum the Rob
Watch him bum the Rob
FAG!
I'm sure Haines' scrapyard feels blessed by Richard's working presence.
written by excluded pupil, approved by Matt