Deep Fried Man Lyrics

It's Complicated

(an 80s-style ballad of unrequited Facebook love)

You have the most beautiful profile pic ever
I read all your info, we were meant to be together
We've got no friends in common, but that's okay
Cos we're both members of that group called 'I rate Danny K'
So I poked you and sent you a friend request
You replied 'do I know you?', but you still said yes.

Now all I do, is think about you
Is this love, and do you feel it too?
I better change my relationship status
I 'm changing it to 'It's complicated'

Oh…

It's complicated (so complicated)
It's complicated (real complicated)
It's complicated
Why's it always gotta be so complicated?
Ooooooh

But that was then, now this is now
Things went sour and I don't know how
Is it 'cos I poked you 11 times a day
and sending you those virtual flowers might have seemed a bit gay
But you didn’t have to go remove me as a friend
I sent you a message saying ‘is this the end?’
I sent more requests and you rejected me twice
Then you reported me and blocked me, that really wasn't nice
I think that you don't love me, it's driving me mad
My status message now says 'Deep Fried Man is sad'

Oh…

It's complicated (so complicated)
It's complicated (real complicated)
It's complicated
Why's it always gotta be so complicated?
Ooooooh

I know this might seem just a bit silly and soppy
But I've decided to end it all, don't try and stop me
'cos I'm fresh out of love, and I'm fresh out of pride
I'm deleting my profile, commiting Facebook suicide

It's complicated (so complicated)
It's complicated (real complicated)
It's complicated
Why's it always gotta be so complicated?
Ooooooh    

Rejection Song

(to the tune of Bob Marley's Redemption Song. I apologise profusely to the Marley family for this one)

My girfriend yes she dumped I

Told I to go and get bent

Minutes after I told she

The last of my money was spent

But my heart was made strong

By the realisation

That we don't need nobody else

For our own validation

So won't you help to sing

These songs of freedom

Cos all I ever hear

Are rejection songs

Emancipate yourself from your relationship

For we will all die alone someday

Have no fear for your sexual frustration

We can all make ourselves cum anyway

How long shall they kill our confidence

So we mope around all day

Some say it's just a part of it

I say there's a better way

So won't you help to sing

These songs of freedom

Cos all I ever hear

Are rejection songs

All these songs of grieving

Because of people leaving

Sing songs of freedom

'Cos we don't need 'em  

For the love of Africa
(co-written by Daniel Buckland and Low Phat Cheese)

Sometimes people are like
You are a white boy
And you are not African enough for africa
It's round about that time, that you have to sing...
An African song

Cos I want to die
Under an African sky
When i eventually say goodbye
i want it to be from an African bullet
from an African gun

Cos i went
Running with the zebra
Fighting with the lion
Felating an ostrich
for the love of Africa

And I will ride an aardvark
through the streets of mafikeng
Can you hear the dassies bark?
On the mine dumps of Gauteng

And I will eat a bunny chow
And buy you a lebolla cow
And I will grow some white boy braids
And I will party with my maid  

And go
Running with the zebra
Fighting with the lion
Felating an ostrich
for the love of Africa

Ngikhuluma isiZulu ngancane X 4 
(translation: I speak very little Zulu)

ye thanda ubisi yethanda (translation: I love milk)

ye thanda uquomobothi yethanda (translation: I love booze)

ye thanda itsango yethanda (translation: I love weed)

ye thanda iJacob Zuma yethanda (translation: I love Jacob Zuma)

I went

Running with the zebra

Fighting with a lion

Felating an ostrich

for the love of Africa

Siiyabonga gakulu abantu X4 (translation: Thank you very much people)

Can you hear the dassies bark?  

The Enemy (about the arms deal)

We’ve got fighter jets

And submarines

Lots of costly death machines

They’re a necessity for our country

Now all we need is an enemy

Let’s invade Lesotho

They’re easy to beat

Let’s invade Mauritius

We need an extra beach

Let’s invade every single country that we see

Maybe then we’ll have an enemy

Crime and rape and HIV

Unemployment and poverty

We’ve got too many problems

As far as I can see

To sit around dreaming up an enemy

Yes indeed, the fat cats feed

Deals with the devil we revel in greed

Maybe the men who buy the arms we don’t need

Maybe they’re our only enemy

Maybe we’re sleeping with the enemy

Maybe we’re voting for the enemy