As promised here are the lyrics of Oxford Comma for your perusal.
Oxford Comma
By Vampire Weekend
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I’ve seen those English dramas too, they’re cruel
So if there’s any other way
To spell the word, it’s fine with me, with me
Why would you speak to me that way?
Especially when I always said that I
Haven’t got the words for you
All your diction drippin’ with disdain
Through the pain, I always tell the truth
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I climbed to Dharamsala too, I did
I met the highest Lama
His accent sounded fine to me, to me
Check your handbook, it’s no trick
Take the Chapstick, put it on your lips
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Know your boyfriend, unlike other guys
Why would you lie ’bout how much coal you have?
Why would you lie ’bout somethin’ dumb like that?
Why would you lie ’bout anythin’ at all?
First the window, then it’s to the wall
Lil Jon, he always tells the truth
Check your passport, it’s no trick
Take the Chapstick, put it on your lips
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Know your butler, unlike other guys
Why would you lie ’bout how much coal you have?
Why would you lie ’bout somethin’ dumb like that?
Why would you lie ’bout anythin’ at all?
First the window, then it’s to the wall
Why would you tape my conversations?
Show your paintings at the United Nations
Lil Jon, he always tells the truth
As Matt had asked me (in my dream) to write a song that could rival ‘Oxford Comma’. I could not refuse. This was such a lofty ask as I knew that I could never even begin to write anything as good. But here goes. I couldn’t let Matt down.
Trinity hyphen
By Adele Leahy
Why look down your nose at me
Just because I study at UCD
Your pearls of wisdom are empty
You Trinners don’t create philosophy
I ‘ve climbed Croagh Patrick
Said Hail Mary’s till I was sick
Became enlightened through the fog that was thick
Snogged someone on the way down and felt the ick
Your fella is too cool
He struts as though he rules
But his poetry is painful and dark
I don’t get his dystopian lark
Colour your lips. light your roach
Stand superior signalling don’t approach
Intimate my studies have no hope
Then hug me telling me I’m a dope
It’s all in my head that Trinity is way ahead
We are all the same. Playing this life game.
Ye are kind and great craic
Just need to get my perspective back
Sometimes I get it wrong
Then I write my songs
And the confusion abates
As I think of love and not hate
All the best
Stay Fab
Adele
