The Happy Goth Song and other songs from my band

Vocals = Scot
Bass = Richard "The Happy Goth"
Drums = Sarah
Keyboards = Glenn

The Happy Goth Song

I'm the Happy Goth, {YEAH YEAH!!!}
And if you don't like it, SOD OFF!!!
I've had all the shit, and liked some of it,
I like the girls, they don't trust me,
They wear a crown but mostly a frown.
They dream of Heaven but get only Hell,
Tough shit, LIFE IS HELL!!!

(Chorus performed by Siouxsie, Patricia Morrison and Candy)

He's the Happy Goth, Yeah yeah,
And if you don't like him, SOD OFF!!!
He's the Happy Goth, Yeah yeah,
And if you don't like him, SOD OFF!!!

I go to the Slime, the Ballroom too,
If I see you there, bully for you,
I drink to extremes, but so do you,
And all of you, outside the loo.
Its getting crowded, there's women in here,
look out girls, you've spilt my beer!!!

He's the Happy Goth, Yeah yeah,
And if you don't like him, SOD OFF!!!
He's the Happy Goth, Yeah yeah,
And if you don't like him, SOD OFF!!!

The dance floor is dark, your eyes are blue,
I'm up for some fun, how about you?
A long lingering kiss, eternal bliss,
What's your name again?, who cares I'm pissed.
Its 5am, there's girls on the stairs,
Crying their eyes out, you would too,
Been dumped by the crow, oh BOO HOO!!!

He's the Happy Goth, Yeah yeah,
And if you don't like him, SOD OFF!!!
He's the Happy Goth, Yeah yeah,
And if you don't like him, SOD OFF!!!

I'm no Net.Goth, don't read no Alt's,
I've got a life, is that my fault?
No chats on the Net, no silicon romance,
Unless that is, it has implants!!!
I hate you, and you hate me,
Lets get together, and have some tea.

He's the Happy Goth, Yeah yeah,
And if you don't like him, SOD OFF!!!
He's the Happy Goth, Yeah yeah,
And if you don't like him, SOD OFF!!!

I'll screw with your mind, I'll screw with your soul,
What's left to screw?, well you should know!
Don't want to be cool, don't want to be hip,
People who do, are so full of shit!!!
I am who I am, and you are too,
Bye bye baby, its toodaloo.

He's the Happy Goth, Yeah yeah,
And if you don't like him, SOD OFF!!!
He's the Happy Goth, Yeah yeah,
And if you don't like him, SOD OFF!!!

By Richard.

The Potato Song

(Using the melody of Inkubus Sukkubus's Catherine)

The pretty girl
All dressed in skimpy lace
A chip inside her mouth
Would not seem out of place
I had the vinegar
She had the torn black jeans
I gave her a chip
She looked at me and screamed

No Potato
No Potato
No Potato
No Potato
No Potato

The rage between her eyes
Would seal this kebab's fate
Many years of greasy chips
Brought bitterness and hate
A man of fast food should know
Sex with chips ain't fun
The dream girl that you want
Will never love you more.

By Richard.

Anyway

Look at that beautiful girl
She was my girl, don't you know
She dumped me, yesterday
For Wendy another girl
And the little devil says
That's this girl from Hades is

UGLY
And your friends never liked her
UGLY
And your friends never liked her
UGLY
And your friends never liked her
Anyway

She broke my heart
She destroyed my soul
And she took my money
And I'm now on the dole
And the little devil says
That's this girl from Hades is

UGLY
And your friends never liked her
UGLY
And your friends never liked her
UGLY
And your friends never liked her
Anyway

I'll drink till I drop
I'll eat till I pop
But the pain won't end
While she still reins
And the little devil says
That's this girl from Hades is

UGLY
And your MATES never liked her
UGLY
And your AUNTS never liked her
UGLY
And your CATS never liked her
Anyway

By Richard.

Raven

The Raven flew in, from out the night
with tales of pleasure and dark delights.
She bewitched me, with her eyes so bright
Her skin so smooth and her dress so tight.
I can't resist with all my might
but only fools would try to fight.

The Raven is flying, where does she go?
The lover is dreaming, but it can't be so.
The Raven is flying, but I am crying
Her spirits alive, but mine is dying.

The Ravens been caged, but now she's free
Never chained again to humanity.
I wanted her, but she don't want me
Just a night of loving and strong coffee.
My dream for her, her nightmares make
Just a tart at heart, so that's my fate.

The Raven is flying, where does she go?
The lover is dreaming, but it can't be so.
The Raven is flying, but I am crying
Her spirits alive, but mine is dying.

Her needs are strong, for lots of fun
No tears to cry, just beats to drum.
I'm just a fly, in her spiders web
Just dreaming, of more nights in bed.
What she needs, is what she gets
And all of it, without regrets.

The Raven is flying, where does she go?
The lover is dreaming, but it can't be so.
The Raven is flying, but I am crying
Her spirits alive, but mine is dying.

By Richard.

Flower

In the darkness I can see her,
Her lips look just so tender
Her voice hits my heart like thunder
As I show my desires for her
Shes a beauty like no other
With a name that's like a flower.

Her red leaves are in my blood,
Her sharp thorns are in my skin,
A torture sweet and pleasant,
When her body's in my presence,
I'd give my soul to have her,
But I sold it long ago.

My heart will die without her,
I cry with my pain and anger,
I dream all night to see her,
I'd die just to be with her,
But fear is stopping me,
From getting what I seek.

Her red leaves are in my blood,
Her sharp thorns are in my skin,
A torture sweet and pleasant,
When her body's in my presence,
I'd give my soul to have her,
But I sold it long ago.

My dreams are a nightmare,
Of unrequited love,
Her beauty has no measure,
No scale could ever capture,
And if I'll never have her,
Please let me die today.

Her red leaves are in my blood,
Her sharp thorns are in my skin,
A torture sweet and pleasant,
When her body's in my presence,
I'd give my soul to have her,
But I sold it long ago.

By Richard.

Here follows the lyrics by Ellie & Glenn (The Happy Couple)

Spaminion/Mother Rasher

In the heat of the grill
In the heat of the pan
When I close my fridge
When I look your way
When I see the spam that lies inside
When I hear you fry
In the heat of the moment
Spam, spam, spam

Some spam, some spam, some spam, - Spaminion
Come a time
Some spam, some spam, some spam, - Spaminion
Some say rare
Some say rare
I say fry

In the light of the spam
With the salt & pepper
Spam slices fry away
In the heat of the frying pan
In the sizzling oil
Behold and say
In the eating of spam
Down in the plates of spam
On the labels on tins that turn to rust
In the ham that's refined
My...Spam, spam, spam, spam

Some spam, some spam, some spam, - Spaminion
Come a time
Some spam, some spam, some spam, - Spaminion
Some say rare
Some say rare
I say fry

Some spam, some spam, some spam, - Spaminion
Some say rare
Some say rare
I say fry

In the heat of the grill
In the heat of the pan
When I close my fridge
When I look your way
When I see the spam that lies inside
When I hear you fry
In the heat of the moment
Spam, spam, spam

Some spam, some spam, some spam, - Spaminion
Some say rare
Some say rare
I say fry
I say fry
I say fry

We serve a helping of spam with seasoning
A tinned spam eater in the superstore
Dreaming of spam in a white kitchen
We dream of spam and the history of the ham
There's tinned spam in the middle of Tesco
A wide aisle with full shelves
I'm eating spam for the sake of Russia
A keen buyer from the local Spar
And the fifty-two calories and the constitution
Turn the fit to flab
Spam... nothing to lose
Stuck inside the kitchen without a can-opener, sing

Mother Rasher
Mother Rasher
Mother Rasher turn spam spam spam
Mother Rasher
Mother Rasher
Mother Rasher turn spam

IQ OF 69

You love the limelight
But I can see through you
A mirror image holds your favourite view
Your girl is cute
But you don't respect her
So many boyfriends that you tend to neglect her.

69 - your IQ, not a sexual position
There's nothing worse than a false disposition.

You smudge your lipstick
Steal your girlfriend's perfume
And live your life in candlelit gloom
You think it's cool
And you love the attention
While we all think it's just pretension.

69 - your IQ, not a sexual position
There's nothing worse than a false disposition.

Strut like a peacock
Run your hands through your hair
Can't take much more of your winging despair
Your make-up's bad
And your clothes are a flam
Less like rock and more of a Glam sham.

69 - your IQ, not a sexual position
There's nothing worse than a false disposition.