Tim Minchin - The Song For Phil Daoust Lyrics
This is a song for Phil DaoustOccasional Guardian newspaper journal-oustI never ever ever mentioned your nameOr the review that you wrote, when I was new to this gameBut now the time has comeI think I've dealt with my feelings at lastI really wanna forgive ya, PhilYeah, I wanna put the past in the past-aOh, and as this is London townI thought I outta take the opportunity'Cause there's a pretty good chanceSomebody out there will know youMaybe they will pass on a message for meJust wanna say, Phil DaoustOccasional Guardian newspaper journal-oustThat it's been three years since you wrote itAnd time is very healingBut I still wanna cut big chunks of flesh out of your stupid faceAnd make your children watch while I force you to eat themYeah, I wanna make your children watch you eat your own face-meatDing dang, ding dang dongThis is my Phil Daoust songEverybody sing alongLa-la-la-la-la-la-laI hope one of your family members diesPhil, ding dang dongI've written you this special songTo help you get the attentionYou obviously, desperately lackAnd I know that you're a smart manAnd with such a fine mind, I guess it has to be hardTo resist throwing narcissistic, intellectual tantrumsIn the supermarket aisles of your self-regardJust wanna say, Phil DaoustI know it must be really hard to be a journal-oustWhile a deadline's always looming, and the pressure to be entertainingSo maybe you should quit and get a job that you'd be better atLike killing yourself, you *****ing cuntDing dang, ding dang dongThis is my Phil Daoust songEverybody sing alongTra-la-la-la-la-la-laI hope something you love catches on firePhil, ding dang dongI've written you this special songTo show how far I've come alongIn my efforts to be more mature in the face of negative feedbackYou *****ing poo-face
