Pop Will Eat Itself - Familus Horribilus lyrics

Kick, kick, kick, kick

Kicking at the gates like
I'm an urban guerrilla
And going for the victory like
The Thrilla in Manila we're a nation of
Shoplifters, we're druggies, petty crooks
This has to be our style
We haven't horsey looks

It'll be funky it'll be funky, yeah
It'll be funky

Queenie's feeling meanie
And we've seen her get her cash taxed
Can't hear the jeers
They fear she needs her ears waxed
Chuckie's riding bareback
But only playing polo
It's no-go with the misses
And now he's going solo
Charlie's lost his marlies
He used to be a pillar
Before he got busted and lusted for Camilla
Squidgy getting fidgety at home, all alone
And Gilbey
We know he'll be shortly answering the phone

The family, the family the family horribilus
The family, the family

The suitors are all looters and
They're closing in on Fergie
Their game was fame
But now they've got the lurgy
The family's expandin' and
Everyone's a stand-in
A palace full of malice
As everybody's crammed in
As Lizzie's getting older, over shoulder
There's a rival
Dizzy Di is busy sowing the seeds of survival
You wanna sow some seeds? Well
Get on your tractor
And get Eddie out of bed or
He'll never make an actor

It'll be funky it'll be funky, yeah
It'll be funky

The royals are spreading like boils
It does your head in we have no choice
We're invoiced for the weddings
It's like a soap, a Dallas or a Dynasty
We live in hope to put 'em out their misery
Fire the freaky family
We're tired of the cheek
As you holiday your life away
Our futures look bleak
As your castle's burning down
You want the people to pay for it
Ask us to defend you
We've got nothing to say for it

The family, the family the family horribilus
The family, the family

Kicking at the gates like we think
We're on the guest list
We're told to wait, too late
We're getting restless
The crowd is swellin' as
They're smellin' the thrill
There's dancing in the rubble and
There's trouble at the mill
There's warning of the storming
News of the resistance
The peasants are revolting
Advancing from the distance
There's panic and there's anarchy
And breaking the rules
They're making fake money and
They're taking the jewels

What will it be? Funky!
What will it be? Funky!
What will it be? Funky!
What will it be? Funky!

All without a fuss
The coup has been victorious
The banners wave, proclaiming annus glorious

What will it be? Funky!
What will it be? Funky!
What will it be? Funky!
What will it be? Funky!

It'll be funky it'll be funky, yeah
It'll be funky it'll be funky, yeah