Lancashire Hotpots He's Turned Emo Lyrics

Now,my mate Jeff I've known him for years,
He loves his Madonna and his Britney Spears,
Then one day I noticed a change,
He went all moody and he didn't look the same,
His eyes looked black,
I said 'have you got a shiner',
When he looked closer he were wearing eyeliner,
He straighted his hair and combed it over his eyes,
All at one I realised!

Oh no, He's turned Emo,
He's dressing like a goth
And he's let himself go,
He used to be listening to Simply Red,
Now he's listening to Fall Out Boy instead.

Well he worked at the labour club,
For our regular line dance,
He just stayed at home and listened to My Chemical Romance,
I said you're not an emo lets forget this Mr Meaner,
Come with me and Cliff Richard at the MEN Arena,
He said I'm feeling all emotional I don't know why,
I said it's those tight trousers that are making you cry,
Come and have a pint of mild and you'll feel fine, And listen to ABBA not Bullet for my Valentine.

Oh no, He's turned Emo,
He's dressing like a goth
And he's let himself go,
He used to be listening to Simply Red,
Now he's listening to Fall Out Boy instead.

Well I saw him yesterday when I were walking to the station,
I could tell from a distance he were foundation,
He paints his fingernails black and it looks quite bore,
Looks like he's caught his fingers in car door,
He were wearing a manbag that said Jimmy Eat World,
I said the ones for eating chippy tea you great big blooming girl,
He said I just want my emotions to be exposed,
Emotions from Lancashire he's not got none of those,

Oh no, He's turned Emo,
He's dressing like a goth
And he's let himself go,
He used to be listening to Simply Red,
Now he's listening to Fall Out Boy instead.