Tropical Fuck Storm
Tropical Fuck Storm
Tropical Fuck Storm
Tropical Fuck Storm
Tropical Fuck Storm
Tropical Fuck Storm
Tropical Fuck Storm
Tropical Fuck Storm
Tropical Fuck Storm
Tropical Fuck Storm
Spoonerism meets sandwich slang in “Bummer Sanga” as TFS lose their minds in COVID lockdown. The protagonist is trapped inside and facing severe boredom and a lack of fulfillment.
Watching TV as a form of escapism is the only relief from the mind-numbing repetition of this isolated lifestyle.
The s...
[Verse 1]
The doctor told me not to go outside
He told me I could get sick and die
Perhaps, my lungs will collapse
And god gave the germs their dominion
You gotta wonder what he was thinking
But that, that's that
[Chorus 1]
And this was supposed to be a summer banger
But now it's just another bummer sanga
How you going with the cabin fever? (Great)
Are you feeling like some pain relief?
[Verse 2]
Ah, the bad news channel's on a fucking roll
I'm feeling useless as a missing remote
Control is an optic illusion
I know, I woke up in my sunnies, man
I cleaned the guttеrs in my underpants
Auld Lang Syne
[Chorus 2]
Sit back, forget your holiday
I’m stuck indoors awaiting furthеr orders, hey
They usually work me like a borrowed nag
But leisure panic's got me on the bags
[Bridge]
(Relax) And chuck the TV on
(Relax) Until my mind is gone
(Kick back) Yeah, relax
[Verse 3]
I had a séance, tried to channel Churchill
When the TV aired this weird commercial
Are you sorry now that travel's over? (Yeah)
Can't go nowhere 'cause of border closures? (Nope)
For a fee within the reach of mortals
Take a trip into the Astro Portal
There's a beach near Alpha Centauri
Where the interstellar Jetset meet
The best cantina in the galaxy
[Refrain]
Why waste time?
Why waste time?
[Bridge]
Under the starlight your troubles seem to melt while
Zodiac playboys flash gamma ray eyes
Say hi!
"I'll buy you a drink" thinks a telepathic Pakicetus
Shape shifting sweethearts, slow dance through the sky
Two shots of moon shine, Delphinus lime, candy argonite
Poured over Ice Nine, it tastes sublime
You should move here soon
[Refrain]
Why waste time?
Why waste time?
[Verse 4]
Glad you asked
My credit's in a hole
I'm on the fucking dole
I'm getting low on C.R.E.A.M
I've joined the State Surf Team
I'll chuck the TV on
Until my mind is gone
Relax
[Outro]
(Relax) And that's just how it is
(Relax) There's no point getting in a tizz
(Kick back) All's love in war and fair
(Relax) And no one's going anywhere
(Relax) And no one's going anywhere
(Kick back) Not going anywhere
(Relax) Nobody going anywhere
(Get slack)
(Relax)
(Relax)
(Kick back)
(Relax)
Bumma Sanger was written by Gareth Liddiard & Fiona Kitschin & Erica Dunn & Lauren Hammel.
Tropical Fuck Storm released Bumma Sanger on Wed Aug 11 2021.