Insomnia

Where's the bread?
Am off to bed

Eurovision 2007

What a crap contest
That Eurovision has become
Everyone voting for their neighbour
It's alright for some
Like Russia which made many a conquest
All fragmented and independent they've now become
They all vote for each other
Still thinking Russia's wholesome
Fed up with it, sick of it I insist
But whenever it's on am home
Even though Terry's no longer a young flower
His commentary's still awsome
My jubilation at his voice'll persist
Despite the bore the show has become
Despite the fact that my favourite song hasn't won
Bloody Ukraine did well with that moronic song
And Serbia shouted and screamed their way to spot number one

Happiness

Oh yes happiness
Is a lovely feeling
When the sun is shining
And the grass is rising
Oh yes happiness happiness
Why dontcha all be happy
You miserable gits
Sick of yar gloominess
Oh why not happiness
Happiness for all of us
This will surely save us
Happiness happiness