Lyrics to Kaputchawoonga
Kaputchawoonga Video:
If I'm David then you must be Goliath
Well set my balls on fire
Parade me in a skirt and call me Mandy on a Sunday
The roads were awful quiet
And you sang like a choir
Who'd never sang a note since they were presented
A CD compilation of the Cure
Which duly you adored
But not as much as
Corrupted your division!

He says â??I'm entitled
To steal all your titles
Revisions and revivals
Claim your ideas as my own
And soup it up with a new haircut
A new suit and a TWANG
From a holy mother land
I've never even visited...?�

Well hold on!
You got the whole thing wrong!
Fashionistas sing along!
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