Tonight Harrys Practice Visits The Home Of Charlie Bird Parker by TISM Lyrics
[Intro]
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
"This is my home", said Charlie "Bird" Parker
Whilst he was injecting heroin
And tonight Harry's Practice visits the home
Of Charlie "Bird" Parker
[Verse 1]
Dr. Harry's gone sexy, now it's celebs
Told how to deworm, not just some pleb
In a vinyl-filled home with a disordered pooch
We now need a soap star to pick up the poop
Celebs are like plumbers, or traders, or vets
Everyday workers who, for some reason get
Their heads onto TV, attention that's fleeting
Like the loony who speaks at every staff meeting
[Chorus]
It's my home, it's my last home, it's my home
It's my home, it's my last home, it's my home
[Verse 2]
Dirty's the job, but there's no need to do it
Madonna's a celeb, if only she knew it
Too often, however, despite that they oughtn't
Celebs think they're artists, far more important
The outrage, the hunger, like lions hunt fawn
Celebs stalk respect from the moment they're born
Want art's greater glory in pre-packaged form
Look profound, think nonsense, talk Shakespeare, act porn
[Chorus]
It's my last home, it's my home, it's my home
It's my home, it's my last home, it's my home
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
[Bridge]
Ban make-up, go mystic, save species protected
Turn Buddhist, eat seaweed, write books, get elected
Win Oscars, refuse 'em, there's naught they won't be
So they're not just celebs for celebrity
[Verse 3]
But an artist wants art, not just the name
Like Charlie "Bird" Parker, fit in his vein
Speaking a truth that's the artist's alone
"This," he said, showing, "this is my home"
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
[Chorus]
It's my last home, it's my home, say it is my home
It's my last home, it's my home
It's my, it's my home
It's my last home, it's my home
[Outro]
(Let's take it up gentlemen, let's take up to the home)
It is my home
(Let's take it like Charlie took it)
It's my last home, it's my home
(He took it in the vein)
It's my home
(Let's not sit there watching Dr. Harry)
It's my last home, it's my home
(We're watching Dr. Harry)
It's my home
(Charlie hadn't got a home)
It's my last home, it's my home
(He held up his arm and he said)
It's my home
("This is my home!")
It's my last home, it's my home
("This is my home!")
It's my home
("I'm not watching Dr. Harry! I'm not watching Burke's Backyard!")
It's my last home, it's my home
("I'm not watching Backyard Blitz! 'Cause I want my home!")
It's my home
("And this is my home!")
It's my last home, it's my home
("It is my home!")
It is my home
("It's my home")
It's my home, it's my home, it's my home, it's my home
It's my home, it's my home, it's my home, it's my home
It's my home, it's my home, it's my home, it's my home
Hold on! This is bullshit!
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
"This is my home", said Charlie "Bird" Parker
Whilst he was injecting heroin
And tonight Harry's Practice visits the home
Of Charlie "Bird" Parker
[Verse 1]
Dr. Harry's gone sexy, now it's celebs
Told how to deworm, not just some pleb
In a vinyl-filled home with a disordered pooch
We now need a soap star to pick up the poop
Celebs are like plumbers, or traders, or vets
Everyday workers who, for some reason get
Their heads onto TV, attention that's fleeting
Like the loony who speaks at every staff meeting
[Chorus]
It's my home, it's my last home, it's my home
It's my home, it's my last home, it's my home
[Verse 2]
Dirty's the job, but there's no need to do it
Madonna's a celeb, if only she knew it
Too often, however, despite that they oughtn't
Celebs think they're artists, far more important
The outrage, the hunger, like lions hunt fawn
Celebs stalk respect from the moment they're born
Want art's greater glory in pre-packaged form
Look profound, think nonsense, talk Shakespeare, act porn
[Chorus]
It's my last home, it's my home, it's my home
It's my home, it's my last home, it's my home
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo
[Bridge]
Ban make-up, go mystic, save species protected
Turn Buddhist, eat seaweed, write books, get elected
Win Oscars, refuse 'em, there's naught they won't be
So they're not just celebs for celebrity
[Verse 3]
But an artist wants art, not just the name
Like Charlie "Bird" Parker, fit in his vein
Speaking a truth that's the artist's alone
"This," he said, showing, "this is my home"
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
[Chorus]
It's my last home, it's my home, say it is my home
It's my last home, it's my home
It's my, it's my home
It's my last home, it's my home
[Outro]
(Let's take it up gentlemen, let's take up to the home)
It is my home
(Let's take it like Charlie took it)
It's my last home, it's my home
(He took it in the vein)
It's my home
(Let's not sit there watching Dr. Harry)
It's my last home, it's my home
(We're watching Dr. Harry)
It's my home
(Charlie hadn't got a home)
It's my last home, it's my home
(He held up his arm and he said)
It's my home
("This is my home!")
It's my last home, it's my home
("This is my home!")
It's my home
("I'm not watching Dr. Harry! I'm not watching Burke's Backyard!")
It's my last home, it's my home
("I'm not watching Backyard Blitz! 'Cause I want my home!")
It's my home
("And this is my home!")
It's my last home, it's my home
("It is my home!")
It is my home
("It's my home")
It's my home, it's my home, it's my home, it's my home
It's my home, it's my home, it's my home, it's my home
It's my home, it's my home, it's my home, it's my home
Hold on! This is bullshit!