Lyrics of the day

I worship Harold Lloyd, I worship Sigmund Freud

And John Wayne and Mark Twain and you and Michael Caine

   

Let's all sing about Socrates, the Hercules of the soul

And about all of those who are desired by all

And who everyone worships and admires

hint: a new entrant in the 80s, the sort of country that probably doesn't plan on winning.

Yesterday's answer was Tipi-tii, Finland's entry in 1962. I think this song's funny.

One month to Eurovision!

It's one more month till the Eurovision victor will be known. I'm hoping it won't be Sweden, because honestly, it's a bit boring to think at this point that we already know.

All this month, I'm going to post random lyrics from the contest. These are all taken from the glorious lyrics site Diggiloo Thrush. I'll start with this gem from the 1980s. You can come guess in comments if you like. There's no prize, it's all just fun and you probably all just googled the answer anyway

Your mother's braids, come on, tell me who

Tell me who braids them, tell me who

Tell me who braids them

Hint: definitely not a winner!