Terror V3

Letra

[Under 3:00] [Intro: Cold open | Short | Dialogue only | Rhythmic spoken dialogue | cheeky Cockney] [Yells] WHAT THE FUCK?!! [Instantly smug] Right..OPERATION BYE-BYE-TWEETY-FUCKIN-PIE! EASY-PEASY, LEMON-FUCKIN-SQUEEZY! FIRST ORDER OF BIZNIZ IS TO DISARM ‘IS MISSUS! Just folla my lead yeah? [Cheeky] And REMEMBA BOYS - eyes ‘n teef. [Note Falls downwards and off as lead falls down cliff ] Eyes…. AND…TEEEEEF! [Verse 1: Immediate vocal, full disco-funk groove, octave walking bass, strings, Cockney swagger] Evenin Cunts! We're ‘ere to commit a bit of High~ treason [choir] (Bill-eee-He he he he-hehe) Go on son! 'Ave a bump Never go inta shark infested waters wivout chum. If there IS some geezer up ear Wiv a big white beard, E's a world ‘evvy-weigh’ CUNT! [Pre-Chorus: Groove builds, continuous vocal] I tell ya what to fuckin' do... and you FUCKIN' dooo it~ [Chorus: Big disco-funk groove with symphony percussion only, brass hits, stacked choir harmony backing] TERROR! Fuck it! Fuckin' diabolical! Don't you worry son... (You'll love it!) DADDY'S COMIN' HOME!! I'd call you a cunt... (He's bad...) But you ain't got the depff or the warmff! [Verse 2 | stronger lead vocal | bigger strings | brass punches | syncopation: heavy] Well, well, well... If it ain't the invisible cunt! I'll tell ya ‘oo YOU are— a fuckin' moron! You can be pissy as ya like, but we both know... [Obviously Lying] I ain‘t the bad guy ear! [Sudden spoken outburst, layered stacked harmonies] THE FUCKIN' KID'S STARK RAAAY-VIN! [Pre-Chorus: Low spoken delivery, continuous groove] [Dialogue] [Seething angry] We should lob a fuckin’ NUKE at ‘im Get it over and done wiv! You know wot I'm sayin? [Chorus: Bigger groove, thicker backing vocals] Terror! Fuck it! Fuckin' diabolical! Don't you worry son... You'll love it! DADDY'S COMIN’ HOME! I'd call you a cunt... (He's bad...) But you ain't got the depff or the warmff! [Breakdown: Funky drum break and a haunting strings melody, rhythmic and played behind the dialogue] [SINISTER] Expectin’ an ‘appy endin’, were we? Well... [Demonic] I'm sorry You-Eeee… [YELLED] It AIN'T that kinda MASS-Arge parlour. [Hyped] ‘Ere we fuckin’ go…. [YELLING] BOOM! ClAIRET EVERYWHERE! [Silence] [Spoken | mocking] [Unhinged] Annie - you OK? [louder] Annie are ya OK?! OI! - I SAID ARE YA 'OK ANNIE!! Bloody ‘ell - turns out I woz wrong about yer missus all along… [Screams] SHE'S ARMLESS! HEE-HEEEE [NO BREAK] [Final Chorus: Biggest groove, party feel, immediate triumphant lead vocal backed by layered celestial gospel choir backing] Terror! Fuck it! Fuuu-ckin' diabolical! Don't you worry son... You'll love it! [Peak moment] [Belted by lead] [GLEEFUL] [SMUG] DADDY'S FUCKIN' HOME!! I'd call you a CUNT! (He's bad...) But you ain't got the depth or the warmth! [Outro] [Spoken word | Yelling] WELL I FUCKIN’ WARNED YA, DIN-I?! YOU-EEEEEE!! THERE…WE ALL SQUARE? [Evil laugh echoes] Hahahahahaaaaaaaaa-haaa [End]