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It's 8 o' clock and I'm feeling fine
I'm out on a date tonight
In a candle lit restaurant down by the riverside
Everything’s going alright I guess
She took down my number and home address
Everything was going perfectly until...

It backfired at the disco,
she slapped me at the disco,
I did something I'll never forget!

It was a chat-up line built not to impress
More a sleazy remark on her whorish dress
My wires crossed like they've never done before
Well it's 3 o' clock and I'm feeling shite
I'm going home alone tonight
Everything was going perfectly until ...

It backfired at the disco, she slapped me at...
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posted by xSOFAx
It all started on the school bus, you were nine and I was ten
Remember you had a walkman, all I had was a middle part and a pen

Oh sweet Louise, whatever happened to her

Then it all went downhill, you grew tall I stayed the same
I guess that that’s just puberty, making us boys always play a losing game
Oh sweet Louise

I always found it hard to work things through
Those school uniforms made a joke, made a joke of me and you.
I’m glad I’m not back in school.

She got an older boyfriend (how could she?), had a beard, smoked marlboro reds,
How can I compete with that? I don’t even know the location...
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posted by xSOFAx
This is my first wedding and I hope that it’s my last
Things would be fantastic if me and the bride didn’t have a past
So I stand by the buffet and submerse myself in brie
I’m tactically positioned yeah, because the bar is near and the champagne’s for free!

This is my first wedding and I hope it passes quick
If I’ve got no feelings for her then why is my stomach feeling so sick
As they dance to their soppy song then I pray it isn’t love
‘Cause she’s my heartless bitch that I just can’t seem to get enough of!

She’s not that beautiful
She’s not that beautiful
She’ll steal your mind...
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m i in a scene from A Midsummer Night’s Dream?
I thought raves like these died in the nineties
The forest is breathing along with us tonight
Upper class thugs take middle class drugs
And we all get lowered inside
This is not my scene I should not be here tonight

Laura, Laura, Laura
You could get me home tonight

Trance music bangs a comical dance of cardboard boxes and fish
We’re the fairies from hell and we’re all on a death wish
This is not my scene, this is killing me
I don’t wanna be here tonight
And the girl who can save me is well across the Pennines

Laura, Laura, Laura
Get me home tonight

Laura, Laura, Laura
You could get me home tonight
posted by xSOFAx
I should have known you didn't have the time my dear
To let this twenty-something bring you down with his list of fears
I'd like to think we had some fun times though
It's just my inability to think outside the box I know

She was signed, sealed and lost in the post,
Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go
(We write to Santa Go!)

I could see your interest wane my dear
She wanted ‘Mary Poppins’ and I took her to ‘King Lear’
Yeah we've had some spills shall I say
And I thought you were going to leave, but not that you'd evaporate

She was signed, sealed and lost in the post,
Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go
(We write to Santa Go!)

Please go to Santa, go to Santa, go go go....... (repeat)

She was signed, sealed and lost in the post,
Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go
(Go to Santa Go!)
I’d say that this is the darkest song I ever wrote
No hint of a smile or the usual quirky anecdotes
No this is a song about someone new what not to say what not to do
So now I just think I’ll be honest

I hope that no one ever leaves
Cause I don’t want to be alone with me
Not with the things that rush up and down this infant spine
Here comes the love anxiety
Can’t let it grab a hold of me
Not like the last time

Why’d you have to wear skirts and heels like that?
She’s blinding anyway but now she’s floodlighting up the match
It’s twenty minutes ‘till showtime but the backstage is the stage tonight
So now I just think I’ll be honest

I hope that no one ever leaves
Cause I don’t wanna be alone with me
Not with the things that rush up and down this infant spine
Here comes the love anxiety
Can’t let it grab a hold of me
Not like the last time

Here comes the love anxiety
It’s going to grab a hold of me
Just like the last time
I’m going to the doctors on Friday
I’m going to the doctors on Friday
They make me better
They give me pills and all sorts
My GP’s going to help me this Friday
Her name is Suzanne and she’s got a PhD
And I think she likes me
Well she’s always smiling

Don’t think I’m wasting your time
This is not a drama piece
I’m not here to tell you lies
Suzanne you better believe me this time

Help me Susan help help me susan
Help me Susan help help me susan

They tell me to stop smoking but I’ll do it anyway
She told me to stop smoking but I’ll do it anyway
I don’t care now, I can’t see it hurt...
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I think the postman intercepts everything I try and send to you
Cos he’s infatuated and he’s the fulcrum between us two
And I can’t say I blame him ‘cos I’d cheat a priest just to get to you

She works in a dental practise 9 till 5 how does she manage?
Considering her nights don’t pass out till 3
So I guess that flossing is the last thing in her health routine

And I don’t mind that she gets hammered and goes home with other guys
There’s no jealousy
‘Cos she’s Little Miss Pipedream fantasy

I saw her slam back tequilas like Oliver Reed on an Irish stag do
And I’ll wait if you stay ‘cos foggy London town’s not built for me or you
Don’t leave Miss Pipedream ‘cos I love you

And I don’t mind that she gets hammered and goes home with other guys
There’s no jealousy that she’ll grind it out with friends but not with me
She’s my Little Pipedream fantasy
I've just had the craziest week
Like a party bag of lies, booze and then deceit
And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud
It's therapeutic somehow

So I'm moving to New York
'Cos I've got problems with my sleep
And we're not the same and I will wear that on my sleeve
So I'm moving to New York
'Cos I've got issues with my sleep
Looks like Christmas came early
Christmas came early for me

I put one foot forward and ended up 30 yards back
And am I losing touch or am I just completely off the track
And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud
It's therapeutic somehow

So I'm moving to New York
'Cos I've got problems with my sleep
And we're not the same and I will wear that on my sleeve
So I'm moving to New York
'Cos I've got issues with my sleep
Looks like Christmas came early
Christmas came early for me
I’ve met someone who makes me feel seasick
Oh what a skill to have oh what a skill to have
So many skills that her make her distinctive
But they’re not mine to have, no they’re not mine
Whenever she looks I read the nearest paper
But I don’t care about the soaps, no I don’t care about the soaps
Though I’m acting like I’m in an Eastenders episode

If this is a rom-com kill the director
If this is a rom-com kill the director
Please

Carrots help us see much better in the dark
Don’t talk to girls they’ll break your heart
And this is my head and this is my spout
Though they work together, they can’t figure anything out
So with the angst of a teenage band
Here’s another song about a gender I’ll never understand

If this is a rom-com kill the director
If this is a rom-com kill the director
If this is a rom-com kill the director
Please

This is no Bridget Jones (kill the director)
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
She works down town in an un-marked bar
Flying round poles she always gave me the fright of my life..
I didn’t mean to get involved
It was the alcohol mixed with an empty feeling inside
It’s such a bad idea, falling in love with the lady of the night

Why couldn’t God give her two left feet
Then she couldn’t run away from me

Months go by and I’m alone in bed
While she’s greasing up for when the business men and lawyers arrive
I’ve got to wear a beard, a suit and tie and get past the door if I want see my girl tonight
I go to all this effort just to see my fair Patricia going home with...
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I’m back in Liverpool and everything seems the same
But I worked something out last night
That changed this little boy’s brain
A small piece of advice that took 22 years in the make
And i will break it for you now
Please learn from my mistakes
Please learn from my mistakes

Let’s dance to Joy Division and celebrate the irony
Everything is going wrong but we’re so happy
Let’s dance to Joy Division and raise our glass to the ceiling
Because this could all go so wrong but we’re just so happy
Yeah we’re so happy

So if you’re ever feeling down grab your purse and take a taxi
To the darker side...
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