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Nothing compares to (Klingon) Gagh © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "NOTHING COMPARES 2 U" BY: SINEAD O´CONNOR BONUS QUOTE: "If you can say Happy Valentine's Day in Klingon you're probably not celebrating it." CONAN O'BRIEN |
It's been seven hours and fourty days Since it blew my tounge away I eat out every night since, anyway Though my health's in fast decay Since my first plate I can taste whatever I want I can eat refuse if I please I'll be late as dinner in a snotty restaurant From chewing From this slithering takeaway disease Cos nothing's as good nothing's as good as Gagh I got such a treat at Worf's Balls Inn Blood and prunes and colon assault Nothing can stop these borborygmi callings Tell me baby, where's the Targ in salt I would put my lips around every dish I see Could I only retain my urine I went to the Doctor and guess what he gave me, guess what he gave me He said man you better try to cut down, this much Inaprovaline Will kill your spleen But nothing's as good nothing's as good as Gagh All my faeces now have rotten covers And my face's blue Most hair's gone, so is my weight I know that crying like a baby won't help me through But I'm willing to take on another plate Nothing's as good Nothing's as good as Gagh Nothing comes close Nothing comes close to Gagh Nothing compares Nothings compares to Gagh © Peter Andersson 2003 |
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