Amy Winehouse

I have just been watching Nevermind the Buzzcoks, and all i can say is how stupid and idiotic is this girl?

patrick stewart appreciation society wrote: I have just been watching Nevermind the Buzzcoks, and all i can say is how stupid and idiotic is this girl?

I love NMTB; but havent really made an effort since Mark Lamarr left; but yes, she is a little on the erm..........'unwitted' side of life.......she was on a radio interview this week........doh?

patrick stewart appreciation society wrote: I have just been watching Nevermind the Buzzcoks, and all i can say is how stupid and idiotic is this girl?

yeah shes a total fuckwit. Dont get the music side of her at all.

Christopher Owens wrote:

Beign a KT Tunstall fan like you are Chris, thought she might be right down your street?

patrick stewart appreciation society wrote:

Beign a KT Tunstall fan like you are Chris, thought she might be right down your street?

People who believe they are rock n roll, when they clearly aren't, should be shot.

Death to Winehouse.

I must defend the girl, I bought her first album 'Frank' and was blown away by it. Watched her at Man Academy and she is a genuinely great singer.

Could eat an apple through a letterbox though, granted.

Missy Jem wrote:

Could eat an apple through a letterbox though, granted.

Needs a carrier bag over her head, that one!

A very BIG bag to get over that frightwig.

Loved the look on her face when she asked "Do I look like Russel Brand?"...

what's with the black kiwi shoe polish around the eyes?

moose!

never heard her sing though.

Her best song from 'Frank' - FUCK ME PUMPS

Fuck Me Pumps by Amy Winehouse album: Frank (2003)

When you walk in the bar, And you're dressed like a star, Rockin’ your F me pumps.

And the men notice you, With your Gucci bag crew, Can’t tell who he’s lookin’ to.

Cuz you all look the same, Everyone knows your name, And that’s your whole claim to fame.

Never miss a night, Cuz your dream in life, Is to be a footballers wife.

You don’t like players, That’s what you say-a, But you really wouldn’t mind a millionaire.

You don’t like ballers, They don’t do nothing for ya, But you’d love a rich man six foot two or taller.

You’re more than a fan, Lookin’ for a man, But you end up with one-nights-stands.

He could be your whole life, If you got past one night, But that part never goes right.

In the morning you’re vexed, He’s onto the next, And you didn’t even get no text.

Don’t be too upset, If they call you a sket, Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.

You don’t like players, That’s what you say-a, But you really wouldn’t mind a millionaire.

Or them big ballers, Don’t do nothing for ya. But you’d love a rich man six foot two or taller,

You can’t sit down right, Cuz you jeans are too tight, And your lucky its ladies night.

With your big empty purse, Every week it gets worse, At least your breasts cost more than hers.

So you did Miami, Cuz you got there for free, But somehow you missed the plane.

You did too much E, Met somebody, And spent the night getting caned.

Without girls like you, There’d be no fun, We’d go to the club and not see anyone.

Without girls like you, There’s no nightlife, All those men just go home to their wives.

Don’t be mad at me, Cuz your pushing thirty, And your old tricks no longer work.

You should have known from the jump, That you always get dumped, So dust off your fuck me pumps.