"Scriblin' Gib'rish" lyrics
"Scriblin' Gib'rish"
I haven't got a clue what you've been talkin' about
Your lips move, but I hear gobbledygook
Don't have a notion, what you saying
Ah, you one a them
Sesquipedalians, yeah
I'm scriblin' gib'rish back at you
Nothing but gib'rish
If only you knew
Another crappy matrix I can't understand
I'll prove I'm human, show you I'm a man
Can't see those traffic lights, greasy bikes or steps
Any more of that and I will wring your bloody neck
I'm scriblin' gib'rish just for you
Nothing but gib'rish
Snookerakachoo
I'm a sophisticated man
With the emphasis on fist
Here's your final warning
To cease and desist
Go wash your mouth
You are speaking in tongues
Now you're talking turkey
I ain't getting any younger
I'm scriblin' gib'rish just for you
Nothing but gib'rish
If only you knew
Hoosanackamackerel
Schwanamagoo
Bend over backwards until it turns blue
Writer(s): Deep Purple, Don Airey, Ian Gillan, Ian Paice, Roger Glover, Simon McBride
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