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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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The Rumjacks

Cupcakes

 

Cupcakes

(album: Saints Preserve Us - 2018)


Some twunt said I wasn't punk enough
Am I not dirty filthy stinkin fucking drunk enough?
I guess I'm gonna have to learn to suck it up
All on my Pat Malone

I'm more skinhead than you (oi-oi-oi)
Me boots were made in Eng-ur-land, I did me own tattoos
I'd show 'em to ya here but they would prolly start a blue
I'm more skinhead than you

My blood's greener than yours
My neighbours sisters boyfriend used to roadie for The Corrs
Though it's been eight generations since we kissed Old Erins shores
My bloods greener than yours

Some twunt said I wasn't punk enough
Am I not dirty filthy stinkin fucking drunk enough?
I swear this shit is real, I couldn't make it up

Some twunt said I wasn't punk enough
Am I not dirty filthy stinkin fucking drunk enough?
You tell me there's no rules and I'll still fuck it up
But how? I'll never know

You new skool punx gimme the shits (1-2-3-4)
I was into Green Day when you were only kids
And me old man says that song o' theirs was written by the skids
You new skool punx gimme the shits

I'm a bigger greaser by far
Though my psyco/punka/rockabilly girlfriends got the car
'Cause she needs it where she's working at that topless titty-bar
To pay of the photographer who took them pinup snaps of her

And cupcakes! what the fucks with cupcakes?
I think I made a mistake by lending her my car
There's cupcakes coming out her arse, they drive me round the bend
There's cupcakes for her ditzy-dozy polka dotted friends
There's cupcakes made of wax, but you can't eat 'em, they're for show
For show to who? I'll never ever know, I'll never ever know...

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