Total Ringo
๐ต 1640 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:38 duration
๐ ID: 2827576
๐ Lyrics
That's sickly clean, this mild and meek
I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend
Opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak
I can launch it with a poker, no joker for a weekday
Bing bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no danger
Here goes a sweet freak
How many fools do you get in the schools
Of an English county classroom?
All the things going on inside your bill bong
There's no room, it's just pure art room
You try very hard to get that right
To imitate some kind of life form
A matter of fact, without any tact
You can go on back you, you shouldn't have been born
Bing bong, no danger
Bing bong, the sweet freak
Diggers mothers, switch on the cooker
Get the hillbillies down, set out to bugger
Sweet freak, pen and ink
How do you make a bulldog think?
Happy Christmas, I said, not to speak then
Happy Christmas, when it's next week then
And you swear, you naughty meathead
What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted
Bing bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no danger
How many fools do you get in the schools
Of an English county? You got none
All the things going on inside your built bomb
There's no room, it's just pure art room
Sweet freak, pen and ink
How do we get these plain dogs to think?
Sweet freak, pen and ink
It's dangerous to let the freaky dink in
Chopper up, cooker, give me some smother
I can't stand the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother
Is this love, man, it's pure hate
If you put it on the table, it'll be too late
Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
It can't be more simple, it's there on a plate
Is this love man? No it ain't
Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
Is this love, man?
I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend
Opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak
I can launch it with a poker, no joker for a weekday
Bing bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no danger
Here goes a sweet freak
How many fools do you get in the schools
Of an English county classroom?
All the things going on inside your bill bong
There's no room, it's just pure art room
You try very hard to get that right
To imitate some kind of life form
A matter of fact, without any tact
You can go on back you, you shouldn't have been born
Bing bong, no danger
Bing bong, the sweet freak
Diggers mothers, switch on the cooker
Get the hillbillies down, set out to bugger
Sweet freak, pen and ink
How do you make a bulldog think?
Happy Christmas, I said, not to speak then
Happy Christmas, when it's next week then
And you swear, you naughty meathead
What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted
Bing bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no danger
How many fools do you get in the schools
Of an English county? You got none
All the things going on inside your built bomb
There's no room, it's just pure art room
Sweet freak, pen and ink
How do we get these plain dogs to think?
Sweet freak, pen and ink
It's dangerous to let the freaky dink in
Chopper up, cooker, give me some smother
I can't stand the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother
Is this love, man, it's pure hate
If you put it on the table, it'll be too late
Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
It can't be more simple, it's there on a plate
Is this love man? No it ain't
Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
Is this love, man?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:19.85] That's sickly clean, this mild and meek
[00:22.38] I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend
[00:26.83] Opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak
[00:30.63] I can launch it with a poker, no joker for a weekday
[00:37.03] Bing bong, the weekday
[00:40.88] Bing bong, no danger
[00:45.24] Here goes a sweet freak
[00:51.61] How many fools do you get in the schools
[00:55.23] Of an English county classroom?
[00:59.13] All the things going on inside your bill bong
[01:02.98] There's no room, it's just pure art room
[01:08.07]
[01:16.08] You try very hard to get that right
[01:19.56] To imitate some kind of life form
[01:23.80] A matter of fact, without any tact
[01:27.43] You can go on back you, you shouldn't have been born
[01:34.37] Bing bong, no danger
[01:38.16] Bing bong, the sweet freak
[01:40.16] Diggers mothers, switch on the cooker
[01:44.23] Get the hillbillies down, set out to bugger
[01:48.45] Sweet freak, pen and ink
[01:52.25] How do you make a bulldog think?
[01:55.00]
[02:04.41] Happy Christmas, I said, not to speak then
[02:08.46] Happy Christmas, when it's next week then
[02:12.98] And you swear, you naughty meathead
[02:16.51] What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted
[02:23.09] Bing bong, the weekday
[02:26.86] Bing bong, no danger
[02:29.81] How many fools do you get in the schools
[02:33.04] Of an English county? You got none
[02:36.82] All the things going on inside your built bomb
[02:40.88] There's no room, it's just pure art room
[02:46.40] Sweet freak, pen and ink
[02:49.69] How do we get these plain dogs to think?
[02:53.99] Sweet freak, pen and ink
[02:57.72] It's dangerous to let the freaky dink in
[03:02.03] Chopper up, cooker, give me some smother
[03:06.09] I can't stand the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother
[03:09.95] Is this love, man, it's pure hate
[03:13.85] If you put it on the table, it'll be too late
[03:17.31] Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
[03:22.39] It can't be more simple, it's there on a plate
[03:25.72] Is this love man? No it ain't
[03:29.89] Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
[03:33.75] Is this love, man?
[03:35.92]
[00:22.38] I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend
[00:26.83] Opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak
[00:30.63] I can launch it with a poker, no joker for a weekday
[00:37.03] Bing bong, the weekday
[00:40.88] Bing bong, no danger
[00:45.24] Here goes a sweet freak
[00:51.61] How many fools do you get in the schools
[00:55.23] Of an English county classroom?
[00:59.13] All the things going on inside your bill bong
[01:02.98] There's no room, it's just pure art room
[01:08.07]
[01:16.08] You try very hard to get that right
[01:19.56] To imitate some kind of life form
[01:23.80] A matter of fact, without any tact
[01:27.43] You can go on back you, you shouldn't have been born
[01:34.37] Bing bong, no danger
[01:38.16] Bing bong, the sweet freak
[01:40.16] Diggers mothers, switch on the cooker
[01:44.23] Get the hillbillies down, set out to bugger
[01:48.45] Sweet freak, pen and ink
[01:52.25] How do you make a bulldog think?
[01:55.00]
[02:04.41] Happy Christmas, I said, not to speak then
[02:08.46] Happy Christmas, when it's next week then
[02:12.98] And you swear, you naughty meathead
[02:16.51] What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted
[02:23.09] Bing bong, the weekday
[02:26.86] Bing bong, no danger
[02:29.81] How many fools do you get in the schools
[02:33.04] Of an English county? You got none
[02:36.82] All the things going on inside your built bomb
[02:40.88] There's no room, it's just pure art room
[02:46.40] Sweet freak, pen and ink
[02:49.69] How do we get these plain dogs to think?
[02:53.99] Sweet freak, pen and ink
[02:57.72] It's dangerous to let the freaky dink in
[03:02.03] Chopper up, cooker, give me some smother
[03:06.09] I can't stand the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother
[03:09.95] Is this love, man, it's pure hate
[03:13.85] If you put it on the table, it'll be too late
[03:17.31] Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
[03:22.39] It can't be more simple, it's there on a plate
[03:25.72] Is this love man? No it ain't
[03:29.89] Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
[03:33.75] Is this love, man?
[03:35.92]