I heard the worst cover of Radiohead,
Some man was singing Creep,
But with a polka swing.
He knew what he was doing,
The crowd wasn't too happy,
Yet, each word he sang,
Came with more pain,
Than the original.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 3:10 PM UTC
I heard the worst cover of Radiohead,
Some man was singing Creep,
But with a polka swing.
He knew what he was doing,
The crowd wasn't too happy,
Yet, each word he sang,
Came with more pain,
Than the original.
For some, the lows are all you get.
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