LadyGAGA

Ugh. I'm not sure what's been implanted into the heads of the "general public". Me and my mother dear were coming back from swimming, Thursday 26th, and we had the radio on. Now first of all, we like taking the mickey out of a lot of the songs that are on it, but suddenly... "THE OFFICIAL NUMBARR ONE!" is on the airwaves. Who the noodle d'you think it could be, but LadyGAGA. P-p-p-p-poker face p-p-poker face.


Uhum, what? It's covered in badly disguised innuendoes and totally crap words and rhymes. Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun. (well DUH.) And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun, fun. (is it just me or is she trying to say that either, one; she likes sex A LOT, or two; that she doesn't mind the occasional beating, but as long as he's hot and famous?)

I won't tell you that I love you.
Kiss or hug you.
Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin.
I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning.
Just like a chick in the casino.
Take your bank before I pay you out.
I promise this, promise this.
Check this hand cause I'm marvellous.

I'm actually really worried for the British public. GET ME OUT!