Brings Rage O're Me, Happy Dump

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A Who song, and a What? song!

Submitted: March 31, 2017

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'Love Reign O'er Me'--The Who

 

 

Only love can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers' laying in the fields


 

Chorus:

Love, reign o'er me
Love, reign o'er me, rain on me, rain on me

Verse:

Only love can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high


 

Chorus:

Love, reign o'er me, rain on me, rain on me
Love, reign o'er me, rain on me, rain on me

Bridge:

On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool, cool rain
I can't sleep and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool, cool rain

Love, reign o'er me, rain on me, on me, on me, oh
Love, reign o'er me, whoa, on me

Love

END

 

 

Dump, Brings Rage O'er Me--The What?

Verse:

 

Only Dump can bring the rage,

The way that Lechter must feel

Only Dump can bring the rage

See him, my brain screams at the sky

 

Chorus:

 

Dump brings rage o'er me,

rage o'er me, yes indeed

brings mindless rage o'er me

Hating him is almost a physical need

 

Verse:

 

Only Dump, can piss me off,

whenever I see that damn face

on my T. V. screen, sad T. V. screen

Only Dump, can bring the rage

there's almost tears filling my eyes

Only Dump, can bring the bile

about this close to launch

 

Chorus:

 

Dump brings rage o'er me,

rage o'er me, yes indeed

Brings mindless rage o'er me

Hating him is almost a physical need

 

Repeat Chorus:

 

Bridge:

 

On a dry and dusty screen,

you appear, and I go ape-shit

I need Valium, just to make it through

'Calm thyself,' but long to channel change.

the face that launched a thousand oaths,

nasty oaths, from my throat

 

Solo:

 

Repeat Chorus:

 

DUMP!

 

END

 

 

'Happy Jack' By The Who

 

 

 

Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode on his head on their furry donkey

The kids couldn't hurt Jack
They tried and tried and tried
They dropped things on his back
And lied and lied and lied and lied and lied

But they couldn't stop Jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldn't prevent Jack from feeling happy

But they couldn't stop Jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldn't prevent Jack from feeling happy

The kids couldn't hurt Jack
They tried and tried and tried
They dropped things on his back
And lied and lied and lied and lied and lied

But they couldn't stop Jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldn't prevent Jack from feeling happy

(I saw ya!)


 

 

'Happy Dump'--The What?

Lyrics Updated For Today Fittage

 

 

Happy Don was a con, who pretended he was cool

But the truth was he was viewed as a tool

One day, he looked for what came next,

he didn't give a shit about devastating effects


Only thought about himself,

so he lied, lied, lied

Thought about the biggest job in the land

got all warm and fuzzy inside, side, side, side, side

 

And friends and family couldn't stop Dump from a power trip that day

and about being unqualified, he couldn't give a rip, he would say

 

And friends and family couldn't stop Dump from a power trip that day,

and about being unqualified, he couldn't give a rip, he would say

 

The Dems couldn't stop Dump, though they tried, tried, tried

When comedians ripped him, he whined, whined, whined


And friends and family couldn't stop Dump from a power trip that day

and about being unqualified, he couldn't give a rip, he would say

 

(the bastard's everywhere!)

 

 

 


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