Say, is that Theresa May?
Or Tina Fey?
The world was nice and easy
When we could tell for sure
We’ve Photoshopped and
We’ve trimmed and cropped but
Now something much more sinister is here
It’s called “deepfake”
If you’ve never come across this word before
I’ll explain a little briefly what it’s for
It’s the superimposition of a head
Make it seem that they’re another instead
And perhaps I’ve oversimplified it here
You can find out more on Wikipedia
Recently though it’s become a real headache
Lots of famous people all get deepfaked
Oh, don’t care, yeah? Next time it could be you
Or you, or you
Say you don’t like Donald Trump
Or Kim Jong-Un
Just use your deepfake skills and you
Can make them both look gay
With just a quick click
They’re pornographic
And frankly there are things we should never ever see
I don’t want to say this will affect us all
But technology can spin out of control
Maybe we should just slow down, apply the brake
It’s an issue for a long mass debate
We’re already sceptical of what we read
We might even stop believing what we see
Did a controversy actually take place?
Is it real or is it just a deepfake?
Oh, yeah
What on earth can we do? Although, although...
Being such a cheeky boy
Here are deepfakes I’d enjoy, oh oh:
Douwe Bob and Stefan Raab without their clothes
Koza Mostra wearing sexy lederhosen, and
Se-e-e-rhat, yeah
With a boner…
Anyway, I lost the point so let me state
I can sympathise with you, I can relate
If you have a secret ideal deepfake
But we’ve got to stop with this depravity
It’s an issue of the deepest gravity
And I don’t approve of such activities
Even though I think I’d make sweet deepfakes
Deepfakes!
If you want, I’ve got a list of many more
I come up with them each day when I wake up, yeah
If you want, I can request one with your face
‘Cause I know a man in Minsk who deepfakes
Stranger, forever lost
Eyeballs extremely crossed
Fifteen pounds this book cost
Where the fuck is Wally?!
Boiling, my temper
Only finding Wenda
Simple colour blocking:
Always better
~ Lost in the crowd ~
~ I go unfound ~
~ Shy I am not ~
~ I’m just really hard to spot ~
Legions of copycats
Brainwashed or body-snatched
Outfits too closely matched
Beach in summer weather
Still loyal to the sweater
Hat of the bobble
Fashion ensemble
Hand lens failure
Fruitless microscopy
Night becoming day
~ Come join my fun ~
~ Oh… but you can’t ~
~ I’ll make you crack ~
~ Turn for answers at the back ~
~ But there are none ~
~ Throw in the towel ~
~ You wanna hint? ~
~ I’ve got on a lovely hat ~
~ I’m meeting your glance ~
~ Still you look past ~
Cult of the knitter
Clutters picture
~ Still you look past ~
Wizard discovered
Veins about to rupture
~ Isn’t this fun? ~
Rising mental scarring
Dog in margin
You know that life's a mystery
And everyone must stand alone
But then I hear you call my name
And instantly it feels like home
I hear your voice, an angel sighs
I have no choice, feels like I fly
I close my eyes and think I fall
Out of the sky, to God I call
Call my name, it feels like a prayer
I'm down on my knees, take you there
The midnight hour, I feel your power - oh!
Like a prayer, I will take you there
Just like a child, whisper to me
You're in control, it's like a dream
There is no end no beginning
You're here with me and a choir sings
Sound of your voice can take me there
I have no choice I hear your voice
A muse to me, a mystery
Not what you seem, it's like a dream
Call my name, it feels like a prayer
I'm down on my knees, take you there
The midnight hour, I feel your power - oh!
Like a prayer, I will take you there
I've got no choice, I hear your voice
A muse to me, a mystery
Call my name, it feels like a prayer
I'm down on my knees, take you there
The midnight hour, I feel your power - oh!
Like a prayer, I will take you there
Call my name, it feels like a prayer
I'm down on my knees, take you there
The midnight hour, I feel your power - oh!
Like a prayer, I will take you there
Her day began with her Nassim snoring beside her
Though the right man, she couldn't help but feel peculiar
As she was wearing his boxers, and he her nightdress
Climbed out of bed, the perfect time to watch the sunset
Brushed her feet and combed the jam
Read the toast, and blended up
a fruit smoothie with chop suey
Went to walk the cat
Poor Lina Hedlund's day, was in a backwards way
She started from the end
And slowly worked her way to the beginning
Met sister Hanna just outside of the beauticians
After 2 hours they left, their nails in worse condition
With lashes plucked, tummies untucked, and waxed off eyebrows
Once they were done her sister told her 'Hallå, Hallå'
Packed her kids off out to school
At four in the afternoon
In her car, did yoga
Injured her ulna
Poor Lina Hedlund's day, was in a backwards way
Nothing would go to plan
And though she tried real hard, she couldn't change it
Oooo Oooo
With Alcazar she had an afternoon performance
But the keychanges were all modulated downwards
Andreas wrote his number in her underwear seam
If Aftonbladet found out that would make the headlines
She clapped all wrong in Alcastar
Climbed into the glitterball
Sinner and saint, both were her
Then came the Eurovision
Poor Lina Hedlund's day, was in a backwards way
Meeting Linnea Deb, she called her Joy instead
Oh yes poor Lina Hedlund's day, ended in disarray
When filling out her list, she had the order flipped
Oh yes poor Lina Hedlund's fave, was meant to be Arcade
But instead Netherlands ended up listed last
Oh yes poor Lina's day, was luckily outweighed
By poor Jon Ola Sand's Saturday
I sit down and kneel
As I fold my hands with trembling fear
It was thrilling, and I thought I was so smart
No, there is no doubt, there was no real remorse I felt
I have always known exactly how my cards were dealt
As you talk, you sound just like a voice-over
Oh dear Lord I have sinned
Gave them number two
Their lower score
I see it now
#Almaia will hunt me anyhow
Maybe I’ll get skinned
By all the eurofans
Or worse than skinning they’ll chase me and
They’ll all scream ‘Let’s get his hairs trimmed’
(Let’s get his hairs trimmed!)
How I really feel
About it all and their ‘Canción’…
Let’s just say that it is not state of the art
And you know, deep within I pity their bad luck
Mainly hers, because we all know he is gay as fuck
But she’s stuck with him, she got the leftover
Oh dear Jon I have sinned
Now I know it’s true
I used to soar
But now I vow
To retain Spain’s spot as a cash cow
When the lights are dimmed
With the draw in my hands
I’ll put Spain in number thirteen or
Even in bloody twenty-six
#Almaia, can we please underscore
My hairs were just recently trimmed
(They came twenty-third!)
Åh nej, it’s the herd!
(Now we’ll skin you, turd!)
Jon, put in a word!
Broken dryer! What am I supposed to do?
Need some knickers and they’re all soaked through.
I knew at once smalls so unclean
would sorely test the washing machine.
Instead they killed the dryer dead.
That option’s gone. So what does that leave?
My hair dryer? That would take all afternoon.
Radiators aren’t much use in June.
A short skirt’s good, in its way;
not when your **** comes out to play.
At work I bet, though men would tip,
I’d get the shove for giving them lip!
Fan-forced oven! That should do the trick. Let’s see.
Not too hot, mind. 200 degrees.
Soon I’ll have dry lingerie.
But what’s that smell, like an ashtray?
Not – ? Oy vey!
Pants on fire! Undies overcooked, I see.
You might say they’re dryer than I need.
That backfired :( Crispy panties, table three!
Go commando? No choice left for me.
Guess it’s knicker-free!
Mutant deer mating, Pripyat is waiting
To get some cool shots with me
Empty concrete blocks, the ferris wheel rocks
This place truly is the A-bomb!
Drops on my forehead, I whip out the drone
The air tastes metallic, I'll get it done
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A school bus that once carried kids
The fog is so thick, where's the selfie-stick?
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Dropping my NBC suit to the ground
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