Diddlydee
They call me the hiphopapotamus, my lyrics are bottomless.
Watch: football (soccer) and MMA.
Play: football, darts, badminton, squash. Golf occasionally.
Yoko: This song feels like the one for my choked war-cry ululating. That'd be so sweet. Everyone will totally love that.
I am in distress.
I like it.
You can look yourself in the eye as you approach and think 'why am I going anywhere near this comedy fall-apart clown death car?'
Terrible ideas. The first two require you being up close, which is unnecessarily dangerous. The third means abandoning the other people at risk. The fourth is just sadistic and impractical.
When you were a kid thongs were footwear and underwear, as well as the material for fastening the lash of a whip. You just used one definition.
That's nothing. Sherbet Dib-dabs were 25p and they're 75p now.
He is, in fact, a bitch.