ELEANOR
GIBBED ME
(By
the Beatings)
[ A message to those insensitive men who take their women for granted. Ahem. ]
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Ah, look at my boney gibblets.
Ah, look at my boney gibblets.
Eleanor gibbed me,
lobbed a grenade and she blew off the end of my leg.
Now I've a peg.
Waits with her shotgun,
wearing a face that she ripped from a corpse by the door.
Hard to ignore.
All my boney gibblets.
Where did they all come from?
All my boney gibblets.
Where do they all belong ?
Eleanore gibbed me,
Took out her gun and she shot off the top of my head.Thought I was dead.
Look at her grinning,
Picking her teeth with a nail that she pulled from my back.Covered with yack.
All my boney gibblets.
Where did they all come from?
All my boney gibblets.
Where do they all belong ?
Ah, look at my boney gibblets.
Ah, look at my boney gibblets.
Eleanore gibbed me,
Sending my bowels through the air like a napsack of cheese.Does it with ease.
In case you are wonderin',
why I hang out with a chick who smells more like a man:She runs our clan!
All my boney gibblets.
Where did they all come from?
All my boney gibblets.
Where do they all belong ?
Lyric reworked by CheeseWhistle
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Eleanor Rigby (Unimproved version)
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby,
picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been.Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window,
wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door.Who is it for?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all belong ?
Father McKenzie,
writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear.No one comes near.
Look at him working.
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care ?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all belong ?
Eleanor Rigby,
died in the church and was buried along with her name.Nobody came.
Father McKenzie,
wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave.No one was saved.
All the lonely people.
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all belong ?