Do They Know it’s X-Mas was not even as bad as that piece of crap—We Are The World...Now that was a dreadful song.
You they are full of sh*t when they use false modesty. Ego is their supreme virtue.
You know they are full of sh*t when they use false modesty. Ego is their supreme virtue.
He’s understandably sick of it, but I think it’s a great song (but with some iffy turns of phrase). I can’t stand “We are the World” though.
"Do They Know It's Christmas" is in 2nd place.
On the other hand, “I Don’t Like Mondays” is a great song.
The worst Christmas Song Ever is “Step Into Christmas” by Elton John.
Worst song ever is “Drop the Pilot” by Joan Armitrading.
I guess that is what Geldof thinks when the carolers come to sing on his lawn.
We need not be arguing over which song is the worst... they can ALL be the worst!
“so ya, thought ya, might like to...” make an awesome movie with Pink Floyd. Happy to see you saw your shitty stuff as shit. Rock n roll is real, pop is slop. Bob will always be Pinkerton!!!
Oh, and shave off your other nipple to make amends. :)
Here are some of the words, these sung by uberlib Bono.
“And there won’t be snow in Africa this christmas time
The greatest gift they’ll get this year is life”
“Where nothing ever grows
No rain or rivers flow”
“Do they know it’s christmas time at all?”
I have to believe that since this is Africa where a large majority of the inhabitants of that continent are Mooselums, they don’t really care if it’s Christmas.
What a stupid song by a bunch of starry eyed, shrill voiced libs.
No! No! No!
That wretched little ditty penned by John Lennon - “So This is Christmas” is the absloute worst holiday dreck produced by the mind of man. It’s a vomitous little harangue to Christians intended to make them feel guilty for celebrating their faith and the birth of our Lord and Saviour.
It’s typical liberal white guilt writ large.
No, the worst song in the world is Mr Roboto, followed closely by the video of Mr Roboto.
http://www.amiright.com/parody/80s/bandaidin19840.shtml
It’s payment time,
But the debts have not been paid.
In Africa, they welch on us,
So let’s have them flayed.
When it comes time for spending,
We can ill afford the dough;
Get your hands around their throats,
And strangle them!
Well, fair is fair:
They are the evil ones.
For their people, it’s hard;
Tyrants have all the guns.
There’s a lake outside of Heaven
And it’s prepared for racketeers
Who keep our foreign aid flowing while
They shed crocodile tears.
And the raging fire that burns there
Is prepared for singers too;
Keep provoking God,
He might be damning you.
So ignore Geldorf and all
This stupid Live 8 tripe;
Let’s stuff a nuke
Up Mugabe’s tailpipe.
(Oh...)
The music really blows,
And the blood like water flows.
Let’s rake all
these jerks across the coals!
To U2, send them coal for being dumb,
Mugabe, here’s a bomb for you, you scum!
Let’s rake all
these jerks across the coals!
[A brief and crummy instrumental follows.]
“OK, well this is Bono here, the old white guy from U2
ostentatiously denouncing war and poverty and hunger again.
What a wonderful person I am!”
“Hello, this is Michael Jackson.
I’m sorry I can’t be with you this time, kids.
Hee hee hee!”
“Hi, this is Dave Gilmour from Pink Floyd.
Our group’s album sales are way up.
Keep your hands off our stack, Jack!”
“I’m Slash from Velvet Revolver. We’re all old white guys too, Bono.”
“Hello, this is Youssou N’Dour.
I am the only actual African man here. Do you people even know who I am?
There is nothing we can do for you, my African brothers. You are hosed.”
“Hello, hello, this is Elton John. I’m being a jerk. Like, I am so drunk!
Hello, this is Elton John. Hello, this is Elton John. I’m being a jerk.
Like, I am so drunk! Uh, what am I saying? Whatever. I’m gay!”
“This is Joss Stone. I’m not a Spears clone, I swear!
Did you know that under Mugabe, millions of people in Zimbabwe are starving?
We’re not going to do anything about it, though.”
“This is Chris Martin from Coldplay.
I am a sensitive rock star. My songs are important.
I have an incredible talent: I can walk backwards.
Buy our albums, you fat greedy American capitalists!”
“Hello, this is Tom Chaplin from Keane. Please buy our albums. Please.”
“This is Francis Healy from Travis. Buy our albums!”
“Hello, I’m Madonna. Are you [bleep]ing ready, London!?”
“Hello, I’m Ms. Dynamite. I’m [bleep]ing ready, Madonna!”
“We Scissor Sisters are [bleep]ing ready for anything, Madonna.”
“Yo, this is Snoop Doggy Dogg! Buy me, you Union Jack-offs!
I need a big booty ho and some bling bling.”
“I’m Annie Lennox. Next concert, I swear we’re going to have some
live cows right up on the stage with us. Don’t ask why.”
“This is Robbie Williams, and I need a new gig,
so please watch me at Live 8. Come on, girls,
am I sexy or what?”
“This is Sting. Christmas comes in July this year.
Suicide bombers love their children too.
Please give a thought to all of us washed-up
old white guys and buy our albums, however crappy,
to keep our cocaine supplies steady. Cheerio!”
“This song was never recorded at all because it’s just a silly parody.
It’s now 9:20 in the morning of July 12th.
The death count from the terrorist attacks
here in London currently stands at 52.
Now, stop paying attention to important things,
and pay attention to us instead.
I’m Bob Geldorf. If you give each of us a million dollars,
maybe we’ll finally shut up and retire. Think about that. Bye.”
Bleed the jerks!
Rake them all across the coals this time!
Bleed the jerks!
Rake them all across the coals this time!
Bleed the jerks!
Rake them all across the coals this time!
Bleed the jerks!
Rake them all across the coals this time!
Bleed the jerks!
Rake them all across the coals this time!
Bleed the jerks!
Rake them all across the coals this time!
Bleed the jerks!
Rake them all across the coals this time!
Bleed those jerks!
Rake them all across the coals this time!
[etc.]
It goes on forever, it's pointless, it's repetitive, it just sucks and it sucks for a very long time.