We’ve all heard our fair share of daft lyrics in pop songs, but now there’s been an attempt to subjectively decide which song contains the weirdest lyric.

Brandon Flowers
Brandon Flowers is the writer of the weirdest lyric ever ('Human')

According to a poll that surveyed 2,000 adults run by online streaming service Blinkbox, the winner is 2008 single ‘Human’ by The Killers for its chorus “are we human? / or are we dancer?”

At the time of its release, lead singer Brandon Flowers said that the line was inspired by a Hunter S. Thompson remark “we’re raising a generation of dancers”. Flowers argued that “I took it and ran. I guess it bothers people… …but I think I’m allowed to do whatever I want”.

In fairness, this sort of artistic licence is usually conducive to memorable music, and at least it throws out some real oddities. But for our money, the word ‘weird’ is clearly being used as a bit of an umbrella term for the purposes of the poll in question, encapsulating everything from clever psychedelic wordplay to plain grammatical mistakes. ‘Weird’ implies invention, not error.

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Noel Gallagher’s Lennon-isms are among some of the most famous, and ‘Champagne Supernova’ made the top 10 for the line “slowly walking down the hall / faster than a cannonball”, which in fairness is one of his better attempts. Some actual Lennon-isms in the form of ‘I Am The Walrus’ also made the list.

Shakira’s first ever single ‘Whenever, Wherever’ featured the infamous “lucky that my breasts are small and humble / so you don’t confuse them with mountains”. Oblique commentary on the male libido, or mistranslation from a Spanish original? My personal favourite is the iconically daft ‘MacArthur Park’, which used the line “someone left the cake out in the rain” as a metaphor for a failed relationship. Obviously.

Of course, the undisputed champion of weird lyrics is Mark E Smith, lead singer of British post-punk institution The Fall. Check out @TheFallDaily on Twitter for daily examples of Smith-ian lyrical leftfieldness served up by a particularly dedicated fan.