Apropos of absolutely nothing, here are lines from songs that have caught my fancy for some reason or another over the years:
“You probably think this song is about you.”
“His hair was perfect.”
“Grunt, howl, grunt, howl.”
“And.”
“… with a soulful, bounding leap ….”
“I’m dead but I don’t know it.”
“Pippikippippippi!” ((Not to be confused with “Pipiru piru piru pipiru pi.”))
“Someone get me a ladder.”
“Today, I am two separate gorillas.”
“Fridays I go painting in the Louvre.”
“What a pumpkin.”
“We can’t even think of a word that rhymes.”
“No, but I’ve got a dark brown overcoat.”
Update: How could I forget:
And so, I broke into the Palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner.
She said: “Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing.”
I said: “That’s nothing — you should hear me play piano.”
Not to mention, “I didn’t realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry.”
