Biography:
Sparks are an American rock and pop music band formed in Los Angeles in 1970 by brothers Ron Mael (keyboards) and Russell Mael (vocals), initially under the name Halfnelson. Best known for their quirky approach to song writing, Sparks' music is often accompanied by cutting and acerbic lyrics, and an idiosyncratic stage presence, typified in the contrast between Russell's wide-eyed hyperactive frontman antics and Ron's sedentary scowling.
The band's long career has seen them successfully adopt many different musical genres; including glam pop
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Other songs:
- Funny Face (plagiarism Version)
- A Big Surprise
- Achoo
- Alabamy Right
- Angst In My Pants
- Barbecutie
- Beat The Clock
- Can I Invade Your Country
- Change
- Confusion
- Eaten By The Monster Of Love
- Edith Piaf Said It Better Than Me
- England
- Everybodys Stupid
- Get In The Swing
- Girl From Germany
- Good Morning
- Happy Hunting Ground
- Here Comes Bob
- Hospitality On Parade
- How Are You Getting Home
- How Do I Get To Carnegie Hall
- I Cant Believe That You Would Fall For All The Crap In This Song
- I Like Girls
- I Married Myself
- I Want To Be Like Everybody Else
- I Wish You Were Fun
- Ive Never Been High
- Lets Make Love
- Lighten Up Morrissey
- Likeable
- Lost And Found
- Miss The Start Miss The End
- Missionary Position
- Moon Over Kentucky
- Moustache
- Never Turn Your Back On Mother Earth
- Nicotina
- No More Mr Nice Guys
- Nothing To Do
- Over The Summer
- Pineapple
- Profile
- Rockin Girls
- Screwed Up
- Sextown Usa
- Sherlock Holmes
- Simple Ballet
- Slowboat
- Something For The Girl With Everything
- Suburban Homeboy
- Thank God Its Not Christmas
- The Final Derriere
- The Lady Is Lingering
- The No 1 Song In Heaven
- The Toughest Girl In Town
- This Town Aint Big Enough For Both Of Us
- Those Mysteries
- Throw Her Away And Get A New One
- Tips For Teens
- Tits
- Waterproof
- What Are All These Bands So Angry About
- When Do I Get To Sing My Way
- When Im With You
- White Women
- With All My Might
- Wonder Girl
- You Got A Hold Of My Heart
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Lighten Up, Morrissey
E D
She won't go out with me, no, she won't go out
A E
Cause my intellect's paper thin
D
She won't go out with me, no, she won't go out
A E
Since my intellect's not like him
G E
So, lighten up, Morrissey
She won't hang out with me, no, she won't hang out
'Til my biting wit bites like his
She won't hang out with me, no, she won't hang out
'Til my quick retort's quick as his
So, lighten up, Morrissey. Lighten up, lighten up
D E
Lighten up, lighten up
A E
Lighten up, Morrissey (repeat)
She won't have sex with me, no, she won't have sex
'Less it's done with a pseudonym
She won't do sport with me, no, she won't do sport
Says it's way, way too masculine, look at him
So, lighten up, Morrissey. Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, lighten up...
I got comparisons coming out my ears
And she never can hit the pause
If only Morrissey weren't so Morrisseyesque
She might overlook all my flaws
So, lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up...
She won't dine out with me, no, she won't dine out
Says my t-bone steak is at fault
She won't dine out with me, no, she won't dine out
With a murderer, pass the salt
Lighten up, lighten up...
by: José Duarte
[email protected]
E D
She won't go out with me, no, she won't go out
A E
Cause my intellect's paper thin
D
She won't go out with me, no, she won't go out
A E
Since my intellect's not like him
G E
So, lighten up, Morrissey
She won't hang out with me, no, she won't hang out
'Til my biting wit bites like his
She won't hang out with me, no, she won't hang out
'Til my quick retort's quick as his
So, lighten up, Morrissey. Lighten up, lighten up
D E
Lighten up, lighten up
A E
Lighten up, Morrissey (repeat)
She won't have sex with me, no, she won't have sex
'Less it's done with a pseudonym
She won't do sport with me, no, she won't do sport
Says it's way, way too masculine, look at him
So, lighten up, Morrissey. Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, lighten up...
I got comparisons coming out my ears
And she never can hit the pause
If only Morrissey weren't so Morrisseyesque
She might overlook all my flaws
So, lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up...
She won't dine out with me, no, she won't dine out
Says my t-bone steak is at fault
She won't dine out with me, no, she won't dine out
With a murderer, pass the salt
Lighten up, lighten up...
by: José Duarte
[email protected]
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