Biography:
The Midnight Beast (sometimes known as Midnight Beast) are a British comedic band from London, most famous for their YouTube cover-parody of Tik Tok by Ke$ha. Their video version of Tik Tok features all three group members - Stefan Abingdon born 19/1/89, Dru Wakely born 10/1/87, and Ashley Horne born 04/1/89.
Stefan Abingdon has been in other bands that include: Ink, Icarus Burning, Killafornia, R.U.Twin, The Clik Clik, Perfect People, Chapters and The Midnight Beast.
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THE MIDNIGHT BEAST! =)
C G
One day we're friends forever,
Am Em
Next day we're friends for never,
F G
Who say, you say, we're best friends,
F G
I say, he say, till the end.
C G Am Em
Our friendships like a slice of chocolate cake,
F C
You're the icing, you'd be the sponge,
F G
When we're together we become,
C G Am
A perfect way to end a perfect dinner time,
Em F
Quite substantial glass of wine,
C F
A tasty mint goes down a treat, and helps my
G
indigestion.
C G Am
Digest this factual piece of evidence,
Em F
I'm your butter, you're my toast,
C F
The gravy on my Sunday roast,
G
-I'm not a fan of your roasts,
C
What do you mean?
G Am
You told me that you liked the one I cooked the other
day
Em
-I don't remember
F
You said you liked the sprouts
C F
-I don't know what to say.
G
Then you should shut your mouth.
C G
One day we're friends for ever,
Am Em
Go take some singing lessons
F
What was that?
Nothing twat.
G
You're a prick
F
Eat my shit,
No thank you,
G
It wouldn't be nice.
C G Am
Our friendships kind of like a prostitute,
Em
(How?)
F C
Quite worn out, yet still quite fit,
F G
Quite nice arse, great pair of tits.
C
Well, that's not relevant,
Isn't it?
G Am
You're full of shit, and that what's relevant
Is it?
Em
I'm going to have a think,
F C F
Will you tell me what you think of?
G
No.
Play this twice during the rap part:
C G Am Em F C F G
Enter, uh
One day we're friends, the next we're not,
It's so confusing the why's and what's
What the hell,
I thought we were friends just now,
Then I remembered, we had a row (oh yeah)
We're like Bradd Pitt and Angela,
But we don't have a child from Cambodia
Uh uh
I'm sick and tired of us having no fun,
Stop being pussy's, and go and work your problems out
son,
'coz i'm done
C G
One day we're born together (one day we're born)
Am Em
Next day it's stormy weather (next day we're torn)
F G
Who say, you say we're not friends
F G
I say, he say, fuck you bender
C G
One day i'm your blood brother,
Am Em
Next day its, fuck your mother
F G
-no offence, tell your mum I think she's quite nice,
F G
that particular dig was directed at you and not your
mother.
My mother used to have a nice smile on her face, till
dad went out to get some more milk.
He never did come back...
then instrumental ending that goes something like this:
C G Am Em F C F G C
C G
One day we're friends forever,
Am Em
Next day we're friends for never,
F G
Who say, you say, we're best friends,
F G
I say, he say, till the end.
C G Am Em
Our friendships like a slice of chocolate cake,
F C
You're the icing, you'd be the sponge,
F G
When we're together we become,
C G Am
A perfect way to end a perfect dinner time,
Em F
Quite substantial glass of wine,
C F
A tasty mint goes down a treat, and helps my
G
indigestion.
C G Am
Digest this factual piece of evidence,
Em F
I'm your butter, you're my toast,
C F
The gravy on my Sunday roast,
G
-I'm not a fan of your roasts,
C
What do you mean?
G Am
You told me that you liked the one I cooked the other
day
Em
-I don't remember
F
You said you liked the sprouts
C F
-I don't know what to say.
G
Then you should shut your mouth.
C G
One day we're friends for ever,
Am Em
Go take some singing lessons
F
What was that?
Nothing twat.
G
You're a prick
F
Eat my shit,
No thank you,
G
It wouldn't be nice.
C G Am
Our friendships kind of like a prostitute,
Em
(How?)
F C
Quite worn out, yet still quite fit,
F G
Quite nice arse, great pair of tits.
C
Well, that's not relevant,
Isn't it?
G Am
You're full of shit, and that what's relevant
Is it?
Em
I'm going to have a think,
F C F
Will you tell me what you think of?
G
No.
Play this twice during the rap part:
C G Am Em F C F G
Enter, uh
One day we're friends, the next we're not,
It's so confusing the why's and what's
What the hell,
I thought we were friends just now,
Then I remembered, we had a row (oh yeah)
We're like Bradd Pitt and Angela,
But we don't have a child from Cambodia
Uh uh
I'm sick and tired of us having no fun,
Stop being pussy's, and go and work your problems out
son,
'coz i'm done
C G
One day we're born together (one day we're born)
Am Em
Next day it's stormy weather (next day we're torn)
F G
Who say, you say we're not friends
F G
I say, he say, fuck you bender
C G
One day i'm your blood brother,
Am Em
Next day its, fuck your mother
F G
-no offence, tell your mum I think she's quite nice,
F G
that particular dig was directed at you and not your
mother.
My mother used to have a nice smile on her face, till
dad went out to get some more milk.
He never did come back...
then instrumental ending that goes something like this:
C G Am Em F C F G C
The Mixtures
The Modems
The Moffatts
The Moldy Peache (...)
The Monkees
The Mr. T Experi (...)
The Muppets
The Music Explos (...)
The Music Man
The Mystics