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My Perfect Cousin
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Now I've got a cousin called Kevin
He's sure to go to heaven
Always spotless, clean and neat
The smoothest you can get them
full lyrics...
Now I've got a cousin called Kevin
He's sure to go to heaven
Always spotless, clean and neat
The smoothest you can get them
full lyrics...
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Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentation
punk influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
extensive vamping
major key tonality
a gravelly male vocalist

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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The smoothest you can get them
Oh my perfect cousin
He's sure to go to heaven
Oh my perfect cousin
Publisher: WEST BANK SONGS LTD
Got the Human League into advise her
He will never be left on the shelf
Now I've got a cousin called Kevin
'Cause I hate University Challenge
'Cause Kevin he's in love with himself
He's his family's private joy
Now he's making lots of noise
He's his family's private joy
Even at the age of ten
Maths, physics and bionics
Girls try to attract his attention
Oh my perfect cousin
Songwriters: Michael Bradley, William Doherty, John O'Neill, Stephen O'Neill, Feargal Sharkey
His mother's little golden boy
He always beat me at Subbuteo
Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then
Playing along with the Art school boys
She won't even let me explain
He thinks that I'm a cabbage
Cause he flicked the kick and I didn't know
His mother's little golden boy
But what a shame, it's in vain total rejection
My ma said they cost a packet
That me and Kevin were just not the same
What I like to do, he doesn't
Always spotless, clean and neat
What I like to do, he doesn't
His mother bought him a synthesizer
What I like to do, he doesn't
He's his family's private joy
His mother's little golden boy
He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket
He's got a degree in economics