These lyrics to Fotzepolitic (or a close facsimilie) had appeared on a newsgroup some years ago. The approximate lyrics are below. I was convinced that these were the actual lyrics, but recently I have looked at some “lyrics” websites, and they all post more or less the same “approximate” lyrics, but to my knowledge, none of them are like the one I have here.
If you had not heard the song Fotzepolitic, I recommend you give it a listen. Seriously, I thought it was a cool song (click below).
The Cocteau Twins had this strange style of singing, which could only arguably be called “the English language”. I think they invented a few words and used some non-words also. But of course, we were all charmed by Elizabeth Frazier’s singing and music and bought their recrods anyway. It didn’t matter what she was singing about; it was how it was sung. Their style was atmospheric and ethereal. But Fotzepolitic was more on the “pop” side.
Maybe these are the lyrics, maybe they’re not. But you can play the above video and sing along with these words anyway. They are as good a guess as anything out there.
My dreams are like a chemist Must be drugs They're a young girl's dreams True some drool and shoot like a baby with stones But I'll use just rouge Not like the scary hairs on other singing groups Like the scary hairs on other singing groups Big boobs Family food its you like a stone inside me Sit on my face I am stoned; I am drowned, now I'm bleached to blonde Now I'm empty-headed. See and saw bounce me back to you, will you? See and saw bounce me back to you, will you?, Will you?