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Gabba gabba we accept you. We accept you. One of us. Gabba gabba we accept you. We accept you. One of us. Gabba gabba hey. Gabba gabba hey. see also:
Gabba gabba we accept you. We accept you. One of us. Gabba gabba we accept you. We accept you. One of us. Gabba gabba hey. Gabba gabba hey. see also:
When Emily met Kari and Nigel in America. Warning: contains nuts and Hot Chocolate. see also:
In an assassination attempt Try not to look unkempt Or duck Stand up, stand up Stand up! If you’ve just had your ear pierced It’s important to look fierce As fuck Stand up, stand…
How it looks That’s what’s important Not how it is That’s by and by Oh cheeky cheeky Oh naughty sneaky You’re so perceptive Thank you The politics of optics Think carefully The politics of…
Do you remember that drizzly day? Somewhere in London In the middle of nowhere Didn’t have nothing to do that day Didn’t wanna do nothing anyway I stood behind you in the road Like…
And there you have it. Too many names to fit into one song. For full list see Portillogeddon.com see also:
If you’re working class Get up off your arse And vote them out If you’re middle class Get up off your arse And vote them out If you’re upper class Sit back, have another glass…
Scottish Labour parachute in their ‘local’ candidates just in time for the General Election. Inspired by this tweet: see also:
The day I stop giving a fuck is the day the fuckers win Even if all around us are losing their fucks and blaming the same fucking thing These fucking times we live in…
Joni Mitchell’s Old Man is urged to Get Up. From The Turquoise Album see also: