What vexes me most is not that these artists are indolently committing crimes against the English language, but that they are wasting a hallowed opportunity. Words add depth, colour and personality to a song. In fact, they become even more powerful when projected onto a musical backdrop, which is why I shudder when lyricists make a conscious decision to rhyme nonsensical syllables.
They say that no one understands a good cup of tea quite like the British. Well I can certainly vouch for that as I love a good cuppa. I never start my day without one, I dunk a biscuit into one as the perfect antidote when I'm feeling down, I warm my hands on one on a cold Winter's day, and when I wake up with a hangover on a Sunday morning, my only cure is to make one.