Kissed From A Chutney-Flavoured, Acne-Covered Rose?
While wearing my itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini, I deliberated long and hard over these answers. It’s a tough thing being judge when so many great entries are received! However there will always be that one lyric that will for ever be known as the worst ever lyric. It’s a pretty easy search on Google to find some bad lyrics but you know what? I don’t think they go far enough. Oh no I don’t.
Des’ree popped up there with this little beauty:
I’m afraid of a ghost
It’s the thing I fear the most
I’d rather have a piece of toast
And watch the evening news
That lyric just broke my heart, my achy breaky heart - but it wasn’t enough to get over the line sadly. I think there’s more out there, more stupid lyrics than you could poke a stick at.
What about a little ditty created just for this competition?
Your acne tastes like chutney
and your knee scabs are divine.
I think you’re like heaps sexy
and I want you to be mine.
Nah - I don’t think so, but it was a
Young, black and famous
With money hangin’ out the anus
No no, no no no no, no no no no, no no there’s no limit to the amount of gross lyrics you could get on this competition!
The worst lyric should be something very attractive to the worst part of my body - in fact falling for you would be a very short trip. Love always brings out the worst in lyrics and people…
You got my sweaters, my hat
i can’t find my cat
the hardest part of breaking up
is getting back your stuff.
No - the winner today will be Jono. His final entry weirded me out so much that I just had to put it in as the winner. You know the strange thing about this? It’s a real lyric! Try it out and I dare you to sit there and say it out loud, it won’t even come off your tongue right:
Your fleshy pistons
embrace my shimmering shell like
the simian peeling
a
gossamer
breadfruit with its
monstrous palms of
hairy digits
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February 13th, 2008 at 2:59 pm
Told ya, Jono, you’d win the next!