Sound Bite Sunday

I'm a bit sad that this is my last Robbie Williams themed entry for Sound Bite Sunday! Oh, don't worry, I'm sure we'll revist again at some point in time. I'm not quite sure why I've made it my mission to try to get people into his music. It's worked well with some of my friends over the years, and Puff can actually tolerate him. (Which is nice, since he hates most of my other rock music!) But on that note, a song from "Escapology" which is a fairly fun album. I remember driving around a lot, listening to this song, and cranking it up as loud as it can go and dancing along. It's just a fresh, bouncy song. And I hope it brightens your day during this dreary time of the year!

 

Hot Fudge by Robbie Williams

 

Queen bitch eat the rich
I'm on the second course today
I'm not the first and I won't be the worst
She's done most of L.A.
Can't find a virgin, I can get you a surgeon
Twenty-four hours a day
Call it Collagen Jeanie you big lip meanie
I'm about to be blown away
Come on sing it

Take me to the place where the sunshine flows
Oh my Sunset Rodeo

Hot fudge here comes the judge
There's a green card in the way
The Holy Ghost and the whole East Coast
Are moving to L.A.
And we've been dreaming of this feeling since 1988
Mother things have got to change
I'm moving to L.A.

Take the piss always English
God bless you Uncle Sam
You got a cool gene pool and our winter's cruel
And God knows I love to tan
Making cents and dead Presidents
Before I could count to ten
With a nation behind me can't stop the limey
She's on her back again
Come on sing it

Take me to the place where the sunshine flows
Oh my Sunset Rodeo

Hot fudge here comes the judge
There's just a green card in the way
The Holy Ghost and the whole East Coast
Are moving to L.A.
'Cause we've been dreaming of this feeling since 1988
Mother things have got to change
I'm moving to L.A.

L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. L.A. L.A.

Take me to the place where the sunshine flows
Oh my Sunset Rodeo

Hot fudge here comes the judge
There's just a green card in the way
The Holy Ghost and the whole East Coast
Are moving to L.A.
'Cause we've been dreaming of this feeling since 1988
Mother things have got to change
I'm moving to

Hot fudge here comes the judge
There's just a green card in the way
The Holy Ghost and the whole East Coast
Are moving to L.A.
And we've been dreaming of this feeling since 1988
Mother things have got to change
I'm moving to L.A.
Moving to L.A.
Keep on moving, keep on moving, keep on moving to L.A.
L.A., L.A.
Keep on moving, moving on
Keep on moving, moving on
Keep on moving, moving on
..and stop