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Who Said You Could Die, You Bastard?! (Static)

Full video version    • Who Said You Could Die, You Bastard?!   #RikCon2016: Live    • #RikCon2016 (feat. Mr Lee Cornes)   #RikCon2016: Rehearsal    • #RikCon2016 (Rehearsal 2016-04-10)   Acoustic version    • Who Said You Could Die, You Bastard?! (Aco...   Live version    • "Laugh Your Baubles Off" [1/2]   "Who Said You Could Die, You Bastard?!" Written, Performed, and Produced by Intermittent Explosive Disorder © 2014 Intermittent Explosive Disorder Download the free MP3 http://www.intermittentexplosivedisor... Download the free four-track E.P, "The Love E.P" http://www.intermittentexplosivedisor... Why not donate to Headway - the brain injury association - in memory of Rik? https://www.justgiving.com/flashcashf... House meeting! House meeting, everybody! There's something that I need to say That bastard who did sociology Went and snuffed it the other day Oh, wow, Vyv, that's like, really heavy! Mike's cool has been lost now, I fear If I may, Michael, I'll say just a few words 'bout that knob-end who used to live here CHORUS Who said you could die, you bastard?! Come back here, you bogey-bum! We'll fill up our Y-fronts with custard We've not yet finished having fun I'll set both your knackers on fire Play chess all night without the rules I'll give you a mensh on my next progr And sing along Hey Hey, Bad News So we've taken out Nicholas Parsons With a plan that's as hot as your pants We've screwed over Piers Fletcher-Dervish And missed the bus to Redditch (bogey-crap!) One last supper from Neptune's Pantry Or a banquet of twelve boiled eggs No more will we call you a virgin (I am not a virgin!) No more will we miss both your legs CHORUS Who said you could die, you bastard?! Come back here, you bogey-bum! We'll fill up our Y-fronts with custard We've not yet finished having fun We'll swallow your marvellous medicine And learn just how to be a sod You're oh so much bigger than Hitler And considerably better than God When they ask, "why are the kids crying?" Say that the People's Poet is dead! Kevin's back behind the green door The last pill has finished off Fred B'stard now can't get an election Lord Flashheart has run out of juice Richard Richard's love doll has deflated (bollocks!) And Sir Dangerous has lit the last fuse Are you Colin or his twin brother Trevor? Mr Bass Man, what is your name? There'll be no more crocodile snogging Playing bass is no longer your game We'll get cornflakes disease and make mud pie And smear dog poo all over the chair I think Droitwich should you build you a statue Flicking V's in Victoria Square CHORUS Who said you could die, you bastard?! Come back here, you bogey-bum! We'll fill up our Y-fronts with custard We've not yet finished having fun I'll set both your knackers on fire Play chess all night without the rules (attack! attack!) I'll give you a mensh on my next progr And sing along Hey Hey, Bad News CHORUS So we'll all have a round of Monopoly And smash friends on the head with the bank We'll down us a quick pint of absinthe And have a commemorative wank With a big girly kiss on the bottom And a violent poke in the eye To you, you complete utter bastard We say: "phwurr", "woof!", "alright mate", "goodbye"