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Jools and Jim Lyrics
Anyone can have an opinion
Anyone can join in and jump
Anyone can pay or just stay away
Anyone can crash and thump
But did you read the stuff that Julie said?
Or little Jimmy with his hair died red?
They don't give a shit Keith Moon is dead
Is that exactly what I though I read?
Typewriter tappers
You're all just crappers
You listen to love with your intellect
A4 pushers
You're all just cushions
Morality ain't measured in a room
He wrecked.
Anyone can buy some leather
Ain't no better than wearing sheep
Anyone can sell luck heather
You can see that words are cheap!
But did you read the stuff that Julie said?
Or little Jimmy with his hair died red?
They have a standard of perfection there
That you and me can never share
Typewriter bangers on
You're all just hangers on
Everyone's human except Jools and Jim
Late copy churners
Rock and Roll learners
Your hearts are melting in pools
Of gin
But I know for sure that if we met up eye to eye
A little wine would bring us closer, you and I
Cause you're right, hypocrisy will be the death of me
And there's an i before e when you're spelling ecstasy
And you, you two . . . . . . . .
Did you here the stuff that Krishna said?
Or know for you that Jesus' blood was shed?
Is it in your heart or in your head?
Or does the truth lay in the center spread?
Anyone can have an opinion
Anyone can join in and jump
Anyone can pay and just stay away
Anyone can crash and thump
Oklahoma,
Oklahoma,
Oklahoma. . . . . . ? OK?
Anyone can join in and jump
Anyone can pay or just stay away
Anyone can crash and thump
Or little Jimmy with his hair died red?
They don't give a shit Keith Moon is dead
Is that exactly what I though I read?
You're all just crappers
You listen to love with your intellect
A4 pushers
You're all just cushions
Morality ain't measured in a room
He wrecked.
Ain't no better than wearing sheep
Anyone can sell luck heather
You can see that words are cheap!
Or little Jimmy with his hair died red?
They have a standard of perfection there
That you and me can never share
You're all just hangers on
Everyone's human except Jools and Jim
Late copy churners
Rock and Roll learners
Your hearts are melting in pools
Of gin
A little wine would bring us closer, you and I
Cause you're right, hypocrisy will be the death of me
And there's an i before e when you're spelling ecstasy
And you, you two . . . . . . . .
Or know for you that Jesus' blood was shed?
Is it in your heart or in your head?
Or does the truth lay in the center spread?
Anyone can join in and jump
Anyone can pay and just stay away
Anyone can crash and thump
Oklahoma,
Oklahoma. . . . . . ? OK?
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I think this one has to do with some extreme frustration and anger from Pete towards the media...
It's about Julie Burchill and Tony Parsons specifically - highly opinionated journalists for the New Musical Express at the time of writing. Needless to say both have since gone from being Year Zero punk rock absolutists to right wing blowhards writing for the most reactionary tabloids. (The name has been changed in a gratuitous reference to the Truffaut movie "Jules et Jim" and to rhyme better; apparently the song was originally called "Jools and Tone"). I have no idea how "Oklahoma" got in there - this was written fifteen years before the terrorist attack so it's not that.