An extraordinary rendition of a Beach Boys number, with special new lyrics beamed in from the addled mind of Brian Wilson through the hungry cerebral cortex of Pusmonkey!!!

LYRICS
SURFIN’ N.S.A.
B E B E A E B A E

If everybody had asknsklhsdkjdlkjasksk
Across the U.S.A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like the C-I-A
You'd see 'em wearin' their black suits
Spiral earplugs, too
Bushy Bush and Obama
Are comin' after you!

They'll catch you surfin’ in Russia 
Down the broadband line
South America and Canada,
The Asian network's fine,
All over Free Europe,
And down Africa way
Everybody's tracked surfin'
By the N.S.A.

We'll all be plannin' out a route
We're gonna take real quick
We're cleanin' down our memory boards
Before they wipe our bits
We'll all be gone like Snowden
We’ve got no place to stay
Tell the spooks we're surfin'
Despite the N.S.A.!

Everybody's tracked surfin'
Surfin' N.S.A.
Everybody's tracked surfin'
Surfin' N.S.A.
Yeah, everybody's tracked surfin'
Surfin' N.S.A.

(I'm pickin' up mass communications
They're sayin' it's privacy invasion
I'm pickin' up mass communications
They say it's human rights violations

Mass, mass, mass communications Human rights violations


Surfin' NSA

Updated version of the Stone Roses classic with a fracking satirical twist.

LYRICS
Sod All

Tory crimes sit on your lawn
Today's the day they've sworn
To steal what they never could own
And race to make holes in the stone

As the gas it disappears
See land begin to clear
Covered in filth and in scum
This energy company's won

Soon you will see through it all
You will get sod all

Soon you will see through it all
You will get sod all

Stands on shifting sands
Drills held in their hands
The methane just poisons the well
And sends us all choking to hell

Soon you will see through it all
You will get sod all (x2)


Sod All

A parody of the classic Nirvana track with a nod to the Arctic region and what's going on there. Lyrics rewritten by Stephanie Laimer-Read. I'm sure Kurt would've approved (of the song, not what's happening in the Arctic). Visit www.savethearctic.org for more details.

LYRICS

Load up on drills and bring your friends
It's fun to spill and to pretend 
That everything is going well
And let the Arctic go to hell
Hell no, hell no…

With the ice gone it’s more dangerous
Here we are now, climate chaos
Polar bear, great auk and walrus
Here we are now, climate chaos
Caribou and arctic foxes
Snowy owls, wolves and lynxes
Whales, whales

Species may die, but that’s for the best
For animals are just a pest
Big companies like making cash
And always will until the end
Hell no, hell no…

With the ice gone it’s more dangerous
Here we are now, climate chaos
Polar bear, great auk and walrus
Save the Arctic, and you’ll save us
Caribou and arctic foxes
Snowy owls and wolves and lynxes
Hares, bears

And we'll deny anything strange
Like the alleged climate change
The signs are there, not hard to find
But business booms, so never mind
Hell no, hell no…

With the ice gone it’s more dangerous
Here we are now, climate chaos
Polar bear, great auk and walrus
Here we are now, climate chaos
Caribou and arctic foxes
Snowy owls, wolves and lynxes
And a narwhal, and a narwhal, and a narwhal… 


Smells Like Green Spirit (Pusmonkey Version)

She eyes me like a Tory with views that are weak
I've been reading reams of racist bilge for weeks
They've been drawing far too many derogatory stories about blacks
But one thing they'll never do is print THE FACTS!!!

Hey, wait, the Daily Mail is full of HATE
Forever in debt to your tedious lies
Hey, wait, the Daily Mail is full of hate
Forever in debt to your specious lies

Meat-beating morons forgive no-one just yet
Cut a story about a single mum who's deep in debt
Broken hymen of another teenage mum's spirit that's cracked (teen spirit, yeah)
Throw her down the stairs again so you can cover up the FACTS!!!

Hey, wait, the Daily Mail is full of HATE
Forever in debt to your tedious lies
Hey, wait, the Daily Mail is full of hate
Forever in debt to your specious lies

Hate Shaped Bollocks (rough demo version)

A satirical tribute to the wondrous UKIP supporters.

Can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm dense and nervous around Muslims and blacks
Can't sleep at night - cross on fire
Don't tell me that Nige is a liar

Psycho kipper - qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-rage
Run run run, run run away... from immigrants!

I start a conversation and I have to mention immigrants
I'm talking a lot, but I'm not saying anything
When I've nothing to say, I blame the EU
Blame Muslims once, then blame them again

Psycho kipper - qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-rage
Run run run, run run away... from immigrants!

Psycho Kipper

Classic track from hit band IMF talking about Corbyn's electoral prospects, because the BBC told them to.

'Unelectable' by IMF

You burden me with politeness
You generally tell me no lies
You're always explaining what it's all about
And listen to my replies
You say to me lots of reasonable things
But when you do I think you're a fool
These times I've spent, I've realised
I'm going to disbelieve you

The things, you say
Your rational judgement just drives me away
The things, you say
You're unelectable

Oh! (What the?) (What the ruddy heck was that?)

You burden me with your grey beard
And by saying that war ain't fine
I'm always so concerned
With the way you say you've always got to stop
To think of the less well off
Is more than I want to know
But this time, I realise
I'm probably going to vote Tory coz you look like a geography teacher

The things, you say
You were probably best mates with the IRA
The things, you say
You're unelectable

Oh!(What the?)(What the?)(What the?)(What the heck was that?)

Second hand dress sense
Means that you must be dense
Pushing up your income
Bringing out your better self
Think of the hard times
Pushing down the richer few
Instead of lying on the news
Don't want to nuke the world 
And all Theresa asked you to
Brace yourself with the grace of ease
No nukes - in your dreams
(What the heck was that?)
(It's unbelievable)

You burden me with your welfare state
You lie about a living wage
You're always speaking in reasonable terms
Which puts me in a rage
You say to me people don't have enough
When there's homelessness and foodbanks
These taxes I've avoided, I realised
I'm going to just sit here and talk a load of wank

The things, you say
Like nationalising the railways
The things, you say
It's why I hate you more
The things, you say
Like to help the poor and make the rich pay
The things, you say
You're unelectable

Oh! (What the?) (What the) You're so unelectable
(What the?) (What the?)
You're unelectable
(He's unelectable)
Oh! (What the?) (What the?) (What the?)
(What the ruddy heck was that?)
You're unelectable
Well, that's what the BBC told me, anyway, and I reallly trust them

pusmonkey