Without looking at the lyrics it seems to go:

"I got brass, in Pocket/I Got (something unintelligible) ...then something about "guitar leaning"?
"intention/ I feel something else, gonna make you, make you notice"
The rest of it seems to be mumbled random words(she uses her arms and legs at one point which is good to know).

By the end of the song it i have no idea what it is about but i presume its about having money...erm...in your pocket?

So the message to Ms Hynde from a confused listener is ENUNCIATE!

I know the chorus. I have no idea what the words to the verses are. And bear in mind that in my old band, it was a staple of our early covers sets. I just used to make it up.

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
For a million hearts in mono

Ooh, our mother's prayed
? and who'd blame them

You've grown, da da da da
so grown ?
Now I must say more than ever
Come on Eileen
?

resigned to what their fate is.

Not nearly as tricky as There There My Dear

If the words weren't written on the back of the single sleeve (well, a bit of an approximation) in the form of a letter I'd be none the wiser to this day.

'Dear Robin
Hope you dont mind me writing, its just that theres more than one thing I
need to ask you. If youre so anti-fashion, why not wear flares, instead of
dressing down all the same. Its just that looking like that I can express
my dissatisfaction.

Dear Robin
Let me explain, though youd never see in a million years. Keep quoting
Cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs, J.G. Ballard, Duchamp, Beauvoir, Kerouac,
Kierkegaard, Michael Rennie. I dont believe you really like Frank Sinatra.

Dear Robin
Youre always so happy, how the hell do you get your inspiration? Youre
like a dumb patriot. If youre supposed to be so angry, why dont you fight
and let me benefit from your right? Dont you know the only way to change
things is to shoot men who arrange things, Dear Robin
I would explain but youd never see in a million years. Well, youve made
your rules, but we dont know that game, perhaps Id listen to your records
but your logics far too lame and Id only waste three valuable minutes of
my life with your insincerity.

You see Robin, Im just searching for the young soul rebels, and I cant
find them anywhere. Where have you hidden them?

Maybe you should welcome the new soul vision.'

apols, I've told this story elsewhere on this blog. but the feeling of mortification is just as fresh as the day it happened.

I was driving in my car, with my then-current crush, when The Housemartin's "Happy Hour" came on the radio. I started joyfully singing along and went into a kind of singing trance.

After a while, the T-CC turned to me and said "What did you just sing?"

"Huh?" I said

"You just sung the words to the chorus and I've always wondered what they were. What are they?"

Dear Reader, I then had to admit that what I'd actually sung was:
"What a good place to be, don't believe them cos they blah a blah di blah di blah di blah la la la la la to me"

The T-CC looked at me with a mixture of pity and scorn, and went on to marry someone else.

The actual words, it turns out, are "Cos they speak a different language and it's never been that happy to me".

We all can sing along
At least for some it.
But then the middle verse
That no-one knows arrives.
We turn our face away.
Until the 'arse' bit.

They are the only words I'm sure of in Geno - and Geno is the name of the song, and now I'm wondering if it might be 'Old' and not 'oh'.

Still bloody love it though.

There's a track on the second Super Furry Animals LP called Torra Fy Ngwallt Yn Hir.

I misheard the entire song on account of not bothering to read the sleeve notes and concocted an complete set of lyrics … in English.

In my acne-ridden youth, many a punky choon would blast out from my den, which considering there was only a partition between this and my sisters' room, led to the odd coment. One day, family conversation turned again to me and my rotten records. However my sisters then piped up, saying that while most of it was horrible, they really liked Twagess. What the bloomin' hell was Twagess ? This :

I remember when Blondie first released Denis, every Friday night in the SU disco it would be played, everone sang along .... until the French bit.... then clearly lots of mumbling ensued.

can singalong with The Skids 'Into The Valley' they will have my admiration. Ahoy! Ahoy! (or pssibly not)

it took me a whole evening of replaying the opening line to realize he "was TUNING in the light of the late night dial"

Zooming?
Looming?
Booming?
Mooing?
Mooning?
Juning?

"Every night we're gone
And to karaoke songs
How we like to sing a long
Although the words are wrong"

what like

I got my etch a sketch
By elbow lecture
It was a TV
It never is!

Whoo hoo!
And I'm feeling up Michelle
Whoo hoo
And my pen ends in inkwell
Who hoo
A lion is easy
All of the lime has come ashore
Need to eat you
Pleased to eat you

..'close friends get to call him TC ..er, whoa by ancient whipping the tea..' ??

with some well-enunciated Dexy's:

(from Big Train)

Tumbling Dice. All I could make out on it was - yes - 'tumbling dice'. The rest was a complete mystery until I read the lyric sheet and they're really rather good!

My old pal Brian in London once asked me what came after "...on the Kilburn High Road", at the start of that song. We had to put on the record to listen to it before I could clarify that what he says is "I look ill but I don't care about it". It does sound like Kilburn High Road though.

"Everybody's talking 'bout baggism, maggism, saggism, laggism, this ism that ism, ism ism ism... ALL WE ARE SAYING IS GIVE PEACE A CHANCE."

I could be wrong.

A friend of mine only discovered last year that a song he's always known as "Jackdaw" is actually called "Jive Talkin'".

As a child, I thought "Oliver's Army" was a song about a Liver Sarnie.

And, on hearing one of Cliff Richard's hits on the radio the other day, I was compelled to put as my Facebook status the fact that on Medium Wave circa 1980 it sounded like a paean to his past relationship with the star of "On The Buses": "It's Old Varney, we don't talk any more."

True, them.

Had to look these up on Google. What is 'Yellow lorry, slow, nowhere to go' about?

It was supporting his film about Roger Daltry and the single was played a lot at Reading Rock '80 (that's the official name: it's on the badge and my denim rip-off), enough to enable me to wander about the fest site a little pissed on shandy singing "Baby" at the top of my voice. You can't even mumble it or cover it up at all...

I was with Rennie from the Handsome Family at Later some years back and a fellow guest was Bryan Ferry.
"I've heard he's doing Come On Eileen" said Rennie.
?????? I thought.

No..... it was Goodnight Irene.
Which was a shame, really.

Flah bahna re to ferbthum
Be trop ghhnnn fg dynnn lar mmmmnn
Ya ra at an blllllll
Ah pa far un aaaaaaaaf

And so on. Utterly unintelligible.

I have no idea what Sharleen is saying, and neither it seems do the lyrics sites. The line that follows

'What I am is what you want of me
And now that I'm not there'

is transcribed on the web as a number of possibilities including

'I took the tambourines away from you'

and

'I took the tables away from you'

I will continue to sing what I have always done - a paean perhaps to Sharleen's practical joking

'I took the table legs away from you
It's timing - I don't care'

Apparently "every member of parliament trips on glue."

(think) I know the words to with any certainty is Sheriff Fatman by Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine so I cannot really talk. However my GLW, back in the student days was once heard to Take That "A million love songs.. Tomato" (saying tomayto like a stereotyped New Yorker might).