| Song | Oliver Twisted |
| Artist | The Vaselines |
| Album | The Way of the Vaselines: A Complete History |
| 作词 : Divine | |
| Once I had a friend called | |
| Oliver Twisted, | |
| Who used to think he was a brand and gifted, | |
| Stupendisly handsome, | |
| Beautifully smart, | |
| He had no heart. | |
| On his own he was all alone, | |
| He wanted more than he ever got. | |
| Once I had a friend called | |
| Oliver Twisted, | |
| Who took life so slow that he occasionally missed it, | |
| Permanently senseless, never on his brain, he had no brain. | |
| Once I had a friend called | |
| Oliver Twisted, | |
| Who lived on the edge or so he insisted, | |
| Inteligently careless, hated rock and roll, he had no soul. |
| zuò cí : Divine | |
| Once I had a friend called | |
| Oliver Twisted, | |
| Who used to think he was a brand and gifted, | |
| Stupendisly handsome, | |
| Beautifully smart, | |
| He had no heart. | |
| On his own he was all alone, | |
| He wanted more than he ever got. | |
| Once I had a friend called | |
| Oliver Twisted, | |
| Who took life so slow that he occasionally missed it, | |
| Permanently senseless, never on his brain, he had no brain. | |
| Once I had a friend called | |
| Oliver Twisted, | |
| Who lived on the edge or so he insisted, | |
| Inteligently careless, hated rock and roll, he had no soul. |