The Bomb

The Bomb

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Handyman

Written By: Romney Jones

Handyman – The BOMB

INTRO (Baby, right here, right now, you hear me! I got you where I want you)

My plumber, his name is Peter,

he fixed my solar heater

He says “ Baby, most pay by the meter,

but I’ll plumb for fun hon, cause you’re much sweeter”

CHORUS:

MONDAY, TUESDAY (Ooh, Ah, and so on!!)

WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SUNDAY…f ff ff fun days.

Mr Postman gives me more than

I could ever fit in my letter box

He says “ Baby, I will deliver,

you will be running like a river!”

Elvis, my electrician,

his ambition is submission

He says “ Baby, you have my permission for admission,

now spark my ignition”

CHORUS

My antenna man from Khazakstan

loves Duran Duran, drives a mini-van

He says Baby! I’m a married man with an open plan

with Anne, Johanne, Jan, Stan and Fran, understand?

Suzie, my secretary,

she’s quite contrary and a little scary

She says “ Baby, eat my cherry, my juniper berry, my hairy mc’clary”

CHORUS

*see next page

Handyman cont…..

Flavio, my funky pool man,

he plays it cool man, too cool for school and

He says Baby, it’s time to cool down,

then we’ll lie down on those deck chairs

CHORUS

Sunday is my day of rest,

the day my hubby likes the best..

And I say “Hubby, I must confess,

I have a secret I’d like to undress”

“When I rode your polony like a pony

my yoni was indeed a phoney.

I’d tuck up my lingam

with your yang in my yin and

your boney was in Tony

not Joni!

Chorus

Hubby, I never meant to hurt you

except for those times you asked me to…

I’m so sorry hubby, please don’t be mad

but life in the burbs can get kinda drab

Handyman

Written By: Romney Jones

Handyman – The BOMB

INTRO (Baby, right here, right now, you hear me! I got you where I want you)

My plumber, his name is Peter,

he fixed my solar heater

He says “ Baby, most pay by the meter,

but I’ll plumb for fun hon, cause you’re much sweeter”

CHORUS:

MONDAY, TUESDAY (Ooh, Ah, and so on!!)

WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SUNDAY…f ff ff fun days.

Mr Postman gives me more than

I could ever fit in my letter box

He says “ Baby, I will deliver,

you will be running like a river!”

Elvis, my electrician,

his ambition is submission

He says “ Baby, you have my permission for admission,

now spark my ignition”

CHORUS

My antenna man from Khazakstan

loves Duran Duran, drives a mini-van

He says Baby! I’m a married man with an open plan

with Anne, Johanne, Jan, Stan and Fran, understand?

Suzie, my secretary,

she’s quite contrary and a little scary

She says “ Baby, eat my cherry, my juniper berry, my hairy mc’clary”

CHORUS

*see next page

Handyman cont…..

Flavio, my funky pool man,

he plays it cool man, too cool for school and

He says Baby, it’s time to cool down,

then we’ll lie down on those deck chairs

CHORUS

Sunday is my day of rest,

the day my hubby likes the best..

And I say “Hubby, I must confess,

I have a secret I’d like to undress”

“When I rode your polony like a pony

my yoni was indeed a phoney.

I’d tuck up my lingam

with your yang in my yin and

your boney was in Tony

not Joni!

Chorus

Hubby, I never meant to hurt you

except for those times you asked me to…

I’m so sorry hubby, please don’t be mad

but life in the burbs can get kinda drab

Oil

Written By: Dami Summers

Oil. The Bomb.

What you know
May come & haunt you
It could burn you
Turn you into another mans rag doll

Breath it in
It consoles you
Consumes you
Swimming through a black tide waiting for the end

How you gonna know
How far you'd go
When the gauge shows empty
Waiting in the long dark

On a silent road
With a parrasol, longing
For an image in you mirror face
Of a river in flood, through a thunderstorm of black rain

Oil's going up
Oil's coming down

When you know
It controls you
Confines you
Turns you into another mans bitch

Lick it up
It contains you
Defines you
Sucking up the black blood, waiting for the end

How you gonna tell
How much you'd sell
When the tank runs empty
Living on a black mile

There's a richer man watching
With an envolope smile
Now the brakes don't work
An inevitable ending, crashing through the windscreen

Oil's going up
Oil's coming down