Now back in the nineties, there was some young lads
Thom, Phil, Colin, Johnny and Ed
They all went to Uni, and they formed a band
And they called themselves Radiohead
Now their first two albums, my word they were belting
With great riffs and dead catchy songs
Then all of a sudden, with OK Computer
Things started to go very wrong
Thom put down his guitar, bought a synthesizer
He must have received a few glares
Then he stopped writing good tunes, and now his songs sound like
Dum machines falling down stairs
But there must be a way, to cheer up the old fella
And stop all his songs sounding biz
Can we all have a whip round, for a Fawlty Towers box set
Or buy him a copy of Viz
Won’t somebody cheer up Thom Yorke
Him and his band need to sit down and talk
They’ve got to face facts, talk to him as friends
Coz he’s not written anything good
Since The Bends
Thom you might think, that I’m over reacting
And that I’m just a fan who loves grumbling
But I can’t find a good tune, on your last five albums
And you no longer sing yer just mumbling
For the past fifteen years your music’s been quite off putting
Like licking vinegar off a thistle
You sound just a miser, put down that synthesizer
And write songs the milkman can whistle
Won’t somebody cheer up Thom Yorke
Him and his band need to sit down and talk
When they play concerts
It just makes me weep
Coz they play loads of dull songs
And never play Creep
There must be some old songs he hasn’t recorded
He might find ‘em if he has a rummage
Coz the old Thom wrote belters, but not anymore
And he’s started look like Worzel Gummidge
I’m begging you Tommy, you’ve still got it in yer
But in yer new songs are nowt but a din
No more synthesizers, pick up your guitar
And stop sounding like Aphex Twin
Won’t somebody please cheer up Thom Yorke
Him and his band need to sit down and talk
Your first two albums, were bang on the money
Thom, can’t you just write me
Another Pablo Honey
Can’t you just write me
Another Pablo Honey
