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Total Ringo
195
Pop
Total Ringo was released on January 1, 1992 by London Music Stream as a part of the album ...Yes Please
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1992
LabelLondon Music Stream
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Happy Mondays
Happy Mondays
Performer
Stevie Stanley
Stevie Stanley
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Happy Mondays
Happy Mondays
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MARK ROULE
MARK ROULE
Engineer
Stevie Stanley
Stevie Stanley
Mixing Engineer
Chris Frantz
Chris Frantz
Producer
Tina Weymouth
Tina Weymouth
Producer

Lyrics

That's sickly clean, this mild and meek
I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend
Opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak
I can launch it with a poker, no joker for a weekday
Bing bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no danger
Here goes a sweet freak
How many fools do you get in the schools
Of an English county classroom?
All the things going on inside your bill bong
There's no room, it's just pure art room
You try very hard to get that right
To imitate some kind of life form
A matter of fact, without any tact
You can go on back you, you shouldn't have been born
Bing bong, no danger
Bing bong, the sweet freak
Diggers mothers, switch on the cooker
Get the hillbillies down, set out to bugger
Sweet freak, pen and ink
How do you make a bulldog think?
Happy Christmas, I said, not to speak then
Happy Christmas, when it's next week then
And you swear, you naughty meathead
What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted
Bing bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no danger
How many fools do you get in the schools
Of an English county? You got none
All the things going on inside your built bomb
There's no room, it's just pure art room
Sweet freak, pen and ink
How do we get these plain dogs to think?
Sweet freak, pen and ink
It's dangerous to let the freaky dink in
Chopper up, cooker, give me some smother
I can't stand the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother
Is this love, man, it's pure hate
If you put it on the table, it'll be too late
Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
It can't be more simple, it's there on a plate
Is this love man? No it ain't
Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
Is this love, man?
Written by: Happy Mondays
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