Apart from being able to name all the James Bond movies, one party piece reserved for very special occasions is doing Evil Third Person Creep. This is where you invert the lyrics of the Radiohead song, “Creep.” You probably worked that out already. Fair enough, moving on.

The same message said by the object of the “creep’s” affection takes on a whole new rather sinister complexion, and as a result I’ve been doing this on a Guitar or Ukelele for a few years now.

Here’s those alternative lyrics:

When you here before,
Couldn’t look me in the eye.
I’m just like an angel,
My skin makes you cry.

I float like a feather,
In a beautiful world
You wish you were special
I’m so fuckin’ special

But you’re a creep
You’re a weirdo
What the hell are you doin’ here?
You don’t belong here.

You don’t care if it hurts,
You wanna have control,
You wanna perfect body,
You wanna perfect soul

You want me to notice,
when you’re not around,
I’m so fucking special.
You wish you were special.

But you’re a creep.
You’re a weirdo.
What the hell are you doing here?
You don’t belong here.

*shudder*