Description
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Stroppy drummer in white socks
Dancing badly, balding locks
Prog rock was his murky past
Then to Motown, taste at last
Dancing to a Supreme tune
Better than his normal gloom
In the Air tonight he squawked
Always walked a short arse walk
Artful dodger from the truth
Hard day's night and flaming Youth
Faxed his wife to make her cry
He missed again was her reply
Paint pot sat on Synthesiser
Never looked like he drank cider
Played at Live Aid at both gigs
Bored the World without a wig
To Philip Collins raise your glass
The Genesis of a boring arse.
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rakka said:
mwah-haaa-haaaa!!!
hee hee!!
i totally agree.
grim said:
Haha, well-crafted sir.
BUUUTTTTTt he did Land of Confusion. Puppet-video extraordinaire. And I.T.A.T was soooo money on Miami Vice. And Take me Home...(*grim's gets all emotional about the past)
'course there was Sussudio...
bigaldavies said:
I love him and I hate him equally, he has done some silly stuff, but hey! I can talk, but he did do "Turn it on again", and I have a guilty pleasure (liking naff records has become "Guilty pleasures" in the UK) of loving "Follow You, Follow me".
I could have acted cool and said he's a great drummer with Brand X and his stuff with Genesis before Gabriel left blah blah blah, but sod it.