Letra de Amy (It's a Terrible Shamey) - Kunt And The Gang
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I asked Gibbons if it was too soon and he said, "No no no."
You had a hit album called Back To Black
But then you got addicted to smack and crack
Outside the Hawley Arms they'll put a blue plaque
They'll freeze you like Walt Disney and one day bring you back
I liked your song Rehab, it was my bag
Then sadly you ended up addicted to scag
I often used to like to lay on my futon
And listen to your reworking of Valerie by the Zutons
Amy Amy it's a terrible shamey
You couldn't cope with the pressures of famey
Amy Amy that was your namey
Your songs were all different and not at all samey
Your first album was just called Frank
At least you didn't die of a stranglewank
Then you had Mark Ronson as your producer
But sadly you became a heroin user
You broke into the mainstream with your song rehab
Now sadly you've ended up on a slab
Your reworking of the Zutons' Valerie
Must have earned them a tidy little salary
You had some tattoos, they looked really nice
There was one of a woman and one of some dice
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Lots of your songs featured a piana
But now you're up there in heaven with Princess Diana
Amy Amy it's a terrible shamey
You couldn't cope with the pressures of famey
Amy Amy that was your namey
Some think Blake Fielder Civil's to blamey
When one says Camden town, one thinks of you
Also of Madness and black blokes selling weed too
The night that you died I received lots of texts
Most of them saying is Pete Doherty next?
You were vilified and hounded by the press
Now sadly you're gone, unlike the Zutons PRS
I saw the sad footage of your gig in Belgrade
But now you're safe in heaven with Kurt Cobain and Jade
I bet those cunts at your record company are sifting through tapes
Looking for ropey old demos to rape
My condolences to your fans and your family too
Couldn't you have taken Amanda Holden with you?
Amy Amy it's a terrible shamey
You couldn't cope with the pressures of famey
Amy Amy don't let your fans flay me
I'll sing at your funeral as long as they pay me
You had a hit album called Back To Black
But then you got addicted to smack and crack
Outside the Hawley Arms they'll put a blue plaque
They'll freeze you like Walt Disney and one day bring you back
I liked your song Rehab, it was my bag
Then sadly you ended up addicted to scag
I often used to like to lay on my futon
And listen to your reworking of Valerie by the Zutons
Amy Amy it's a terrible shamey
You couldn't cope with the pressures of famey
Amy Amy that was your namey
Your songs were all different and not at all samey
Your first album was just called Frank
At least you didn't die of a stranglewank
Then you had Mark Ronson as your producer
But sadly you became a heroin user
You broke into the mainstream with your song rehab
Now sadly you've ended up on a slab
Your reworking of the Zutons' Valerie
Must have earned them a tidy little salary
You had some tattoos, they looked really nice
There was one of a woman and one of some dice
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/amy--it-s-a-terrible-shamey--kunt-and-the-gang.php
Lots of your songs featured a piana
But now you're up there in heaven with Princess Diana
Amy Amy it's a terrible shamey
You couldn't cope with the pressures of famey
Amy Amy that was your namey
Some think Blake Fielder Civil's to blamey
When one says Camden town, one thinks of you
Also of Madness and black blokes selling weed too
The night that you died I received lots of texts
Most of them saying is Pete Doherty next?
You were vilified and hounded by the press
Now sadly you're gone, unlike the Zutons PRS
I saw the sad footage of your gig in Belgrade
But now you're safe in heaven with Kurt Cobain and Jade
I bet those cunts at your record company are sifting through tapes
Looking for ropey old demos to rape
My condolences to your fans and your family too
Couldn't you have taken Amanda Holden with you?
Amy Amy it's a terrible shamey
You couldn't cope with the pressures of famey
Amy Amy don't let your fans flay me
I'll sing at your funeral as long as they pay me
