Knit Your Own Balaclava

Twelve stitches in sixteen rows. Two inches overpacking on number ten needles. Cast one hundred twenty one stitches. And knit one, purl one, repeat to the end.

Knickers

There's a hole in your knickers, dear Calvin, dear Calvin. There's a hole in your knickers, dear Calvin, a hole. . {Now let's see what happens with ba ba black sheep.

Kiss, Kiss, Kiss

Sometimes when I'm feeling lonely. I just want some arms around me. It doesn't matter how he walks. It doesn't matter how he talks. It doesn't matter if he's pretty.

Kinnochio

Are you sitting comfortably?. Then I'll begin. The Story Of Kinnochio. The man who ran the other party pondered the size of his nose. A man who pleaded for leadership and groveled more than most.

Karl Marx Never Made The Squad

There's entertainment. There's politics. There's popular culture. There's dialectics. But never the twain shall meet. Never the twain shall meet. This is a myth, propagated by the bourgeois wordsmiths.

K-2 (indian Restaurant)

The weekend booze-up, out with your mates. To the Indian restaurant--open til late. Mugs out of nightclubs, hungry and cold. Last chance for action before they stagger home.

Justice / Injustice

Is it enough?. Is it enough?. Is it enough, enough, enough?. (Repeat).

Just Us Mix

Justice, injustice. Justice, injustice. Drip feed democracy, and collective amnesia. A cocktail of beatings, imprisonment, and poverty. Bitter medicine, no longer disguised with a spoonful of sugar.

Just Look At Me Now

Don't tell me lies. I don't need fingerprints. So button up your coat. Before you catch your death of cold. . Throw away your books. They're building windmills.

Just A Form Of Music

Jingle Smells

The blanket shit coverage we get on TV. Sells us paradise, buy buy buy buy buy buy it. They steal our lives and sell them back to us. As one big happy contraceptive pill-popping party.

Jimmy Hill

If I had the wings of an angel. The dirty black arse of a crow. I'd fly over bbc studios. And shit on the bastards below. Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below, below.

Jesus In Vegas

Call me on my cellular. And I'll give you a free ride to this underground stadium. They'll pick up the fair and they'll even tip you. Don't even worry about it, man.

Jam Tomorrow

Hey hey hey hey. (Repeat). Generation steamed away. (Repeat). It's jam tomorrow, shit today. (Repeat).

Jacob's Ladder

Jacob's ladder. . Like rusty old nails at the bottom of the sea. Telling no tales, for the good of the admiralty. You jump when you're told to through the open door.

Jack Horner

You see who's over there in the corner?. Little Jack Horner, sat in a corner.... I say, I say, I say. Why'd Jack Horner sit in the corner?. The story goes it's cos he had a square bum..

It's A Man's Game

All through the game he shouts at his mates. Talking, talking, talking, never shuts his face. Into the pub for a sporting discussion. He always tries to dominate the conversation.

Isolation

Come out of our corners. Keep moving, keep changing, start working together. We can change this world by changing ourselves. Make our hands one hand. Resist and realize.

Isn't It Horrible?

Oh isn't it horrible?. I can't look. He fell on the ski-jump. And he's not getting up. The car he was driving. Just blew a tire. Oh isn't it horrible?.

Irish Joke

'Have you heard the one about the Irishman?'. Sick and tired of Irish jokes. He said farewell to all his folks (bye bye). Left his home to have some fun.