Labour Tal-Pepe Promo No 2: “Sorry, ta, Ded, imma I’m voting for this qabda imbarrazz.”

Published: February 24, 2013 at 11:56pm




13 Comments Comment

  1. teo says:

    I should stop checking this blog before I go to bed. How does one get a good night’s sleep, knowing that these peasants could be in charge of the country , in two weeks time? Great editing though!

  2. Wilde One says:

    I can sleep well tonight. Just read that Nikita Zammit Alamango wants my vote so she can “accelerate the country’s socio-economic growth”. Sweet.

  3. Mar says:

    Daphne….. Your intelligence impresses me….. Brilliant!

  4. TinaB says:

    “mmm qara xanna ta”

    http://www.facebook.com/#!/priscilla.farrugia.9?fref=ts

    [Daphne – The poor man’s Cameron Diaz.]

  5. Friday says:

    Well, let’s look at it this way.

    If the mother was Sant’s PA then we should all take her advice and not vote Labour as she must know what she’s saying.

  6. Patricia says:

    Who in the right frame of mind can vote for such rubbish! How depressing to think that this can be an eventuality for the next 5 years.

  7. Bubu says:

    Daphne, please in the future do have some consideration for your readers’ sanity.

    First thing I did this morning was go to your blog and the bloody “Partnership” jingle has been rattling around in my brain ever since. In God’s name, how do I make it stop?

    • H.P. Baxxter says:

      With another infectious jingle.

      Here, try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRvGZffXhfk

      Or this, if you’re into rock ‘n’ roll:
      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mg3uNETZrLg

      • H.P. Baxxter says:

        U ara x’sibt ghall-ahhar mass meeting. Dedikata specjali ghas-switchers kollha:

        http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eeJID5QeLg

        I want to learn how to fly
        I want to be respected
        I want to get lucky
        I want to get out of this dump
        I just want to watch TV
        I want to be loved
        I want to be different
        I want a brother and sister
        I’d just rather be forgotten
        I want to save the world
        I want to be understood
        I want to be rich
        Man, I just want to be somebody

        [Kullhadd irid, irid iktar.]

        Julie’s got the word today
        She lost her job just one last pay
        Life don’t come easy anymore
        [Ninsabu fi krizi finanzjarja wara kollox]
        Still strugglin’on by herself
        Got a picture of Jimmy
        There on the shelf
        And she looks at him and says
        Why did we let it go

        I know that sometimes baby
        We didn’t see things eye-to-eye
        [Il-PN mhux perfett]
        But I got just one question
        Did we have to say goodbye
        [Allura ma nivvotalux?]

        Just like prisoners in paradise
        Still far from heaven’s door
        We had it all but still we
        Wanted more
        [Kemm ghandu ragun]
        Now I realize that I can’t
        Turn back the future’s here
        To stay [u issa l-Lejber rebhu] but hey
        We’re just children of tomorrow
        Hangin’ on to yesterday
        [Hsiebna fin-Nazzjonalisti ta’ veru]

        Jimmy still recalls the night
        When he took his guitar
        And headed on out
        To find the big time
        That was his dream
        He gave up his past
        And made it alright
        But there’s something missin’
        In his heart tonight
        Sometimes what you want
        Ain’t what you need
        [Irridu l-bidla. Imma mhux il-bidla li ghandna bzonn.]

        He misses drivin’ down
        To the lake at night
        Holdin’ his baby
        In his arms so tight
        Ain’t it hard to find illusions
        When you’re livin’ in a memory
        [Din il-bicca ghall-warm-up tal-koppji fil-meeting]

        Just like prisoners in paradise
        So close but yet so far
        There will come a time
        No matter who you are
        When you ask yourself
        Was it right or wrong
        For me to turn away but hey [Ahsbu sew qabel tivvotaw]
        We’re just children of tomorrow
        Hangin’ on to yesterday
        [Hsiebna biex nivvutaw ghar-relitti tal-passat Mintoffjan]

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