Worst Song Lyrics

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She live in a house. She stupid as a mouse.
I've got no self-control. Been living like a mole.
I stand atop a spiral stair. An oracle confronts me there. He leads me on light years away. Through astral nights, galactic days.
You said I 'must eat so many lemons', coz I am so bitter. I said “I’d rather be with your friends mate, coz they are much fitter”.
There were plants and birds and rocks and things.
I like New York. Other places make me feel like a dork.
My doting wife, I tried to please her. So I hacked her up and put her in the freezer.
If he didn't care for me, I could have never made him mad, but he hit me and I was glad
Yesterday was Thursday. Today is Friday, Friday (Partyin'). We so excited.
I'm serious as cancer, when I say rhythm is a dancer
Some girls' mothers are bigger than other girls' mothers.
All the snot has caked against my pants. It has turned into crystal. There's a bluebird sitting on a branch. I guess I'll take my pistol.
War is stupid and people are stupid.
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble, so you don't confuse them with mountains
I know I was a crazy fool for treating you the way I did. But something took hold of me and I acted like a dustbin lid.
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You make my pee-pee go 'doing doing doing'.
Don’t say you’re easy on me. You’re about as easy as a nuclear war.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump. My lovely lady lumps.
Dad to dam to dum to mum. Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing.
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
He was a boy she was a girl. Can I make it any more obvious?
I met a girl. She asked me my name. I told her what it was.
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak - somewhere in this town
Ain't got no time to think, so I grab a drink.
We were pressed In love's hot, fevered iron. Like a striped pair of pants.
A few questions that I need to know. How you could ever hurt me so.
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace. And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace.
You live for your toys, even though they make noise.
Can't complain, mustn't grumble. Help yourself to another piece of apple crumble.
I don't wanna see a ghost. It's the sight that I fear most. I'd rather have a piece of toast

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