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Originally Posted by Frownland
It's a song called You Suffer by Napalm Death, what else is there to know?
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I. Do. Not. Know. The Song. Therefore I cannot parody it. Clear?
Here you go Spencer. I thought I'd have trouble with your username, then the first line came to me and I was off. It's a little surreal, but then, it
is Bowie...
Spencer played guitar,
Jamming good with the Beach Boys
And the Fabulous Four.
He knew more about music
Than any kid his age.
Became a special guy:
Talented and shy.
Spencer was so cool:
Mirror shades and mohawk haircut
Played guitar by the pool.
He could lay down those grooves good,
He could quote Vonnegut.
The perfect lady's man
And hung, they say, like a ram.
But where were the Beatles
As Wilson tried to rob his surfboard
Like a drunken messiah?
So we bitched about his beard
and should he really be feared?
Spencer played for time
Trading licks with Chula Vista
and Plankton and Frown.
But the Beatles got jealous
and then the trouble began.
John Lennon stormed out hurt
and Ringo stayed in a yurt.
Making love with his girlfriend
And about a dozen other girls
Pissed the boys off no end
When he got himself a ban
He had to break up the band.
Spencer played guitar...