A Band Called Bert
X Factor Is Shite
every saturday and sunday nightyou know i watch a load of shitei could be out i could be workingwhy's louis walsh always smirkingi'd rather have a twisted bowelthan sell my soul to simon cowellcan't take it no more, i'm gonna explodei wanna go to bed with dannii minoguethe judges earn so much and you know it's truenothing makes 'em laugh like a low iqcan this show get any more drearyoh fuck me it's dermot o learyif you sing like a bird but look like a mingerthen there ain't no chance of you being a winnerit can make you wish that you'd never been bornlike a one night stand with sharon osbournethe winner's announced, just some other gimptake a look at the grinning chimpthey wanna hang out with cheryl coleyet two months later they're back on the doledon't take it so hard cos you're not to blamewhen even you're mum don't remember your nameyou've had your turn now it's time to piss offwith old cowell's face still stuck in the trough
From Letras Mania