Hyperbole Lyrics

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Wilko Wilkes

J O'C

I learned Latin in a day and I invented picnics

Won a platinum medal in tiddlywinks at the Olympics

I'm the psychedelic game that you see on your shelf

I was forged in flames by the devil himself

I'm an anachronism like an Egyptian electrician

Spent ninety years in high security prison

Broke out, moved house, what a blooming kerfuffle

Now I squeal like a seal when I'm sniffing for truffle

I've got a higher IQ than Stephen Fry

I got 222 and made him leave QI

At night when I'm sleeping I'm making a chicken pie

With a watermelon crust and an octopus inside

A bit of taramasalata then it's glazed and barbecued

The billionth recipe that I've misconstrued

I had a bloviating dialogue with Brigglyboo

He said my stories have a semblance of some verisimilitude

Yeah

Hyperbole

You've never heard of me

You can't turn on me

So just turn to me for hyperbole

You can't besmirch me,

You're absurd to me,

You've never heard of me

You're gonna murder me with hyperbo-

Leeeeeeeeee

Magic in the mouth and melancholic in the head

Imagination and pronouncing were the comics that I read

Encyclopedia Brittanica from front to back

The National Trust found out and they gave me a blue plaque

I'm your marra from town, the jewel in the crown

I put the 'umble into mumble I'm the flower on a clown

The world's my stage and I'm dishing out verbal

Breaking out of my cage like I'm a six foot gerbil

I've lost 80 stone, I'm losing my belly next

Won a million pounds at Bamboozle on Teletext

I'm hip hop, pop, rock, metal and indie

I'm running from combustion cos I know it's within me

Had to lock in my legacy before it was too late

In a real ruddy radical twist of fate

I tried to alienate the world and got ubiquitous envy

Stopped the Notre Dame from burning

And I've still got the smell on me

Yeah

Hyperbole

You never heard of me

Well I've been turning green

While I'm learning Greek in a burning tree

You can't besmirch me

You never heard of me

But I've been churning mead

Like The Virgin Queen since the age of three

Cos Fatima Whitbread's got nothing on me

Oh yeah

Hyperbole

You've never heard of me

Oh yeah

You can't turn on me so just turn to me for hyperbole

That's right

You can't besmirch me

You're absurd to me

Oh yeah

You've never heard of me

You're gonna murder me with hyperbo