Jeg digger The Beautiful South, både i tone og tekst. Tekstene er morsomme, bitende og ironiske, og sangene får meg alltid i godt humør.
Fineste:
Dumb
It doesn't take a mathematician
To add a simple sum
Either you are simply beautiful
Or I am simply dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb
It doesn't take Robert The Bruce
To see the web you've spun
Either you are simply beautiful
Or I am simply dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb
It doesn't take a labrador
To show a blind man sun
Either you are simply beautiful
Or I am simply dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb
The sun, the sky, the moon, the stars
Jupiter, Neptune and Mars
All these things I clearly see
It don't take a telescope for you to love me
Dumb, dumb, dumb
En av de morsomme:
Song for Whoever:
I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case
I love you in the songs,
I write and sing
Love you because,
you put me in my rightful place
And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring
Cheap, never cheap
I'll sing you songs till you're asleep
When you've gone upstairs I'll creep
And write it all down
Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane
I wrote so many songs about you
I forget your name (I forget your name)
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I forget your name
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I forget your name
I love you from the bottom of my pencil case
I love the way you never ask me why
I love to write about each wrinkle on your face
And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry
Deep so deep,
the number one I hope to reap
Depends upon the tears you weep,
so cry, lovey cry, cry, cry, cry
Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue
You made me so much money,
I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I wrote this song for you
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too
I wrote this song for you