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BEING THE ALPHABETICAL INDEX TO THE BAWDY AND OTHERWISE AWFUL,
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IRREVERENT AND IRRESPONSIBLE SONGS OF THE BLACK BOOK OF LOCKSLEY
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Abdul el Bulbul, Emir................................Pg
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Against All Flags....................................Pg
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Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life...............Pg
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Ancient and Old Irish Condom, The....................Pg
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Ball of Ballyknure, The..............................Pg
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Ballad Of Stark Unbelief, The........................Pg
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Bantam Cock, The.....................................Pg
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Barnacle Bill The Sailor.............................Pg
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Bastard King of England, The.........................Pg
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B-I-M-B-O............................................Pg
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Christianity Hits The Spot...........................Pg
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Coeur de Boef Challenge Song.........................Pg
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Columbo..............................................Pg
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Countess' Garter, The................................Pg
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Farting Contest, The.................................Pg
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Fight For Liberation.................................Pg
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Four Drunken Maidens.................................Pg
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Friggin' Falcon, The.................................Pg
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God Rest Ye Unitarians...............................Pg
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God's Great Gifts....................................Pg
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Goodbye To All That..................................Pg
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Has Anybody Seen My Lord?............................Pg
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I Am An Anglican.....................................Pg
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I'll Go No More A-Rovin'.............................Pg
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In Days Of Old.......................................Pg
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It Takes A Nasty Man.................................Pg
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Jenny Be Fair........................................Pg
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Jesus Loves the Little Pop Cans......................Pg
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Jesus Puts His Money In The 1st Natl. Bank...........Pg
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Jimmy Swaggert Song, The.............................Pg
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Kingdom That Swallowed A Lie, The....................Pg
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London Derrierre.....................................Pg
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Mermaid, The.........................................Pg
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Modest Wench, The....................................Pg
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Molly Malone.........................................Pg
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Moose Song, The......................................Pg
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My God How The Money Rolls In (see: Sexual Life Of The Camel)
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Old Drubbed Ding.....................................Pg
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One-Ball Riley.......................................Pg
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Our Baby Died Last Night.............................Pg
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Plastic Jesus........................................Pg
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Plymouth Maid, The (see: I'll Go No More A-Rovin')
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Pope, The............................................Pg
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Puff, The Jewish Dragon..............................Pg
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Puff, The Tragic Faggot..............................Pg
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Ramblin' Hunchback, or the Ballad of Richard III.....Pg
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Red Flag, The........................................Pg
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Riddle, The..........................................Pg
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Roll Your Leg Over...................................Pg
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SCA Be Damned, The...................................Pg
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Sea Crabb, The.......................................Pg
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Seven Nights Drunk...................................Pg
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Sexual Life Of The Camel, The........................Pg
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Shape Of Things, The.................................Pg
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Sheik of House Locksley..............................Pg
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Sleeping Scotsman, The...............................Pg
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Spanish Inquisition, The.............................Pg
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Sperm Song, The......................................Pg
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Squires' Song, The...................................Pg
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Tail Toddle..........................................Pg
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Torquemada's Band (see: Spanish Inquisition, The)
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Trelon, Trelon!......................................Pg
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Trimarian Sheep Song.................................Pg
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Vatican Caskets......................................Pg
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Virgin Sturgeon, The.................................Pg
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Wager, The...........................................Pg
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Wake up, Little Floozie!.............................Pg
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Waltz Me Around Again, Hrothgar......................Pg
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Westminister Whore, The..............................Pg
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What's It All About?.................................Pg
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3
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BEING THE BAWDY, IRREVERENT AND GENERALLY OBNOXIOUS SONGS FROM THE BLACK
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BOOK OF LOCKSLEY, ARRANGED IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER FOR EASE OF FINDING THE
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DAMN THINGS TO ANNOY HATS, FUBBA-WUBBAS, AND OVERSTUFFED PERSONS IN GENERAL
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***************************************************************
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ABDUL EL BULBUL, EMIR!
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-Anonymous
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In the harems of Egypt it's good to behold
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The fairest of harlots appear,
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But the fairest, a Greek
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Was owned by a sheik
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Named Abdul el Bulbul Emir!
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A traveling brothel came into the town
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Run by a pimp from afar
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Whose great reputation
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Had traveled the nation:
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'Twas Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar!
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Abdul the Bulbul arrived with his bride
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A prize whose eyes shone like a star
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He claimed he could prong
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More cunts with his dong
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Than Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar!
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A day was arranged for the spectacle great;
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A visit was planned by the Czar!
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And the curbs were all lined
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With harlots reclined
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In honour of Ivan Skavar!
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They met on the track with their tools hanging slack
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Dressed only in shoes and a leer,
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Both were fast on the rise
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but folks gasped at the size
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Of Abdul el Bulbul Emir!
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The cunts were all shorn, and no rubbers adorned
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The prongs of the pimp and the peer,
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But the pimp's steady stroke
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Soon left without hope
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The chance of the Bulbul Emir!
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They worked thru the night til the dawn's early light
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The clamor was heard from afar
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The multitudes came
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To applaud the ball game
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Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar!
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When Ivan had finished, he turned to the Greek,
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And laughed when she shivered in fear
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She swallowed his pride,
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He buggered the bride
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Of Abdul el Bulbul, Emir!
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(more)
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Abdul El Bulbul Emir (cont.)
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When Ivan was done, and was wiping his gun,
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He bent down to polish his gear;
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He felt, up his ass,
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A hard pecker pass;
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'Twas Abdul el Bulbul, Emir!
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The crowd loudly howled that it was a foul,
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They were ordered to part, by the Czar,
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But fast they were jammed;
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The pecker was crammed
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In Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar!
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Now, the cream of the joke, when apart they were broke,
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Was laughed at for years by the Czar:
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For Abdul the Bulbul
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Left most of his tool
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In Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar!
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The fair Grecian maiden a sad vigil keeps
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With a husband whose tastes have turned queer...
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She longs for the dong
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That once did belong
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To Abdul el Bulbul, Emir!
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AGAINST ALL FLAGS
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(Tune: "Girl I Left Behind Me")
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Oh, the SCA is the kind of play
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That spodes all get their kicks on
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And Pennsic War is the kind of bore
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That the peoples can get sicks on!
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And I'd like to sod the Goddam BoD
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With a dildo made of brass on,
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And your Kingdom Flag is the kind of rag
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That a Mongol wipes his ass on!
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Oh the Chivalry are very "twee,"
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And the Laurels don't do nothin'.
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And the Pelican fags are all on the rag;
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In an uproar about somethin'.
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For the King and Queen are seldom seen,
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With their Goddam cute brass hats on,
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And your Kingdom Flag is the kind of a rag
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That a Mongol wipes his ass on!
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Oh the Great Dark Horde doesn't have a sword
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That's worth a wooden firkin
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And the Moritu don't know what to do
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But sit and jerk their gherkin!
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And the Tuchux upchuck woodchuck guts
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At the Royal's brass-ass hats on,
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And the Mongol flag is the kind of a rag
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That the Kingdom wipes it's ass on!
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*
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5
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*
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ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE!
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(from "The Life Of Brian" (Monty Python)
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Cheer up, Brian. You know what they say.
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Some things in life are bad
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They can really make you mad
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Other things just make you swear and curse
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When you're chewing on life's gristle
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Don't grumble, give a whistle
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And this'll help things turn out for the best...
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And......always look on the bright side of life
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(whistle)
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Always look on the bright side of life...
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(whistle)
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If life seems jolly rotten
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There's something you've forgotten
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And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing,
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When you're feeling in the dumps,
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Don't be silly chumps
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Just purse your lips and whistle--that's the thing.
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And...always look on the bright side of life...
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(whistle)
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Always look on the right side of life...
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(whistle)
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For life is quite absurd
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And death's the final word
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You must always face the curtain with a bow
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Forget about your sin--give the audiences a grin
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Enjoy it--it's your last chance anyhow.
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So always look on the bright side of death
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Just before you draw your terminal breath
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Life's a piece of shit
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When you look at it
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Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true,
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You'll see it's all a show,
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Keep 'em laughing as you go
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Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
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And always look on the bright side of life...
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(whistle)
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Always look on the right side of life
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(whistle)
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*
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*
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THE ANCIENT AND OLD IRISH CONDOM
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-Anonymous
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(Tune: "Rosin the Beau")
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(Recorded: "Celtic Pride: In Strange Form")
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I was up to me arse in the muck, Sir,
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with a peat contract down in the bog
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When me shovel it struck something hard, Sir,
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that I thought was a rock or a log
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T'was a box of the finest old oak, Sir,
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T'was a foot long, and four inches wide
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and not giving a damn for the Fairies
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I just took a quick look inside
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Now I opened the lid of this box, Sir,
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and I swear that my story is true
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T'was an ancient and old Irish condom
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A relic of Brian Boru
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T'was an ancient and old Irish condom
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T'was a foot long, and made of elk hide,
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With a little gold tag on it's end, Sir,
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with his name, rank, and stud fee inscribed
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Now, I cast me mind back thru the ages
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To the days of that horny old Celt
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With his wife lyin' by on the bed, Sir,
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As he stood by the fire in his pelt
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And I thought that I heard Brian whisper
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As he stood in the fire's rosy light
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"Well, you've had yer own way long enough, dear...
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'Tis the hairy side outside, tonight."
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*
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7
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*
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THE BALLAD OF STARK UNBELIEF
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-Ioseph of Locksley
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-tune: variant on "I wish I was a busy bee"
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or "There are no Fighter Pilots"
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(Chorus): Oh------
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Put it on the ground
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Spread it all around
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Dig it with a hoe
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It'll make your flowers grow!
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Now, peerages are given for a reason
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And that reason is simply understood:
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For Chivalry, and Honesty, and Bravery
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And being very, very, very Good!
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Awards are given out to the deserving,
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And no one EVER bitches, out of spite!
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We forget the little slights and innuendos
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And we really DO believe that Right makes Might!
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"Nepotisim" is a word we've never heard of,
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"Politics" is just a friendly little game!
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We have counted every shot that we've been given,
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And Camelot is where we always aim!
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Oh the King is up there, sitting in the Throne Room,
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And the Pelicans are sitting on the grass,
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The Knights are getting drunk and falling down (a lot),
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And the Laurels are all sitting on their...laurels!
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The BoD is doing something I'm not sure of,
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The Registry has lost your membership,
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The Marshallate can't find it's head with both hands and a road-map,
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And the Heralds are all full of chicken-ship!
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*
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THE BALL OF BALLYKNURE (AKA: THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS)
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-Traditional Scots from the 1880's
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SCA verses by Ioseph of Locksley & many others
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NO responsibility for misuse is assumed!
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Oh the Ball, the Ball of Ballyknure
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Where your wife, and my wife, were doin' it on the floor!
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(chorus) Wha' do ya, lassie?
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and wha' do y'noo?
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I'm the man what did y'last, lass,
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I canna do y'noo!
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The Queen was in the parlour, eatin bread and honey
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The King was in the chambermaid, and she was in the money!
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The village idiot he was there, a-sittin' by the fire
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Attempting masturbation with an india-rubber tyre!
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Oh, the village postman he was there, but he had the Pox
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He couldna' do the ladies so he did the letter-box!
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The Queen of England she was there, backed against the wall
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"Put yer money on the table, boys, I'm going ta do you all!"
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The Count and Countess, they were there, a-doin' on the stair
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The bannister broke, and down they fell, they finished in mid-air!
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There was music in the garden, there was music in the sticks
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You couldna' hear the music for the swishin' o' the pricks!
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They were doin' it on the landing, they were doin' it on the stairs
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You couldna' see the carpet for the wealth of pubic hairs!
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The Kingdom Herald, he was there, whattya think o'that?
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Blazoning positions wi' a Duchess and a cat!
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The fubba-wubbas they were there, sittin' all alone
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Complainin of the doin's with loud and piercing moans!
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Mr. Jameison he was there, the one that fought the Boers
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He jumped up on the table and he shouted for the hoors!
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The Board of Directors they were there, and they were shocked to see
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Four-and-twenty maidenheads a-hangin' from a tree!
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John the Blacksmith he was there, he wouldna play the game
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He did a lassie seven times, but wouldna see her hame!
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The village Constable he was there, now whattya think o'that?
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Amusin' himself by abusin' himself, and catchin' it in his hat...
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It started out so simple-like: each lad and lassie mated
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But pretty soon the doin's got so bloody complicated!
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Four and twenty virgins came down from Cuinimore
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Only two got back again, and they were double-bore!
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* more *
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Ball of Ballyknure (cont.)
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Clan MacChluarain, they were there, sleepin in the shade
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For no one could decide if they were Man, or Sheep, or Maid!
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The village pervert he was there, scratchin' at his crotch
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But no one minded him at all, he was only there to watch!
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The Kingdom Seneshal was there, linin' 'em up in rows
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He didna use his pecker, lads, he did 'em with his toes!
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The village cripple he was there, but he didna shag too much
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His old John Thomas had fallen off, so he did 'em with his crutch!
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The old schoolteacher he was there, he diddled by rule-of-thumb
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workin' logarithmicly the times that he would come!
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The village chimney-sweep was there, a really filthy brute
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For every time he farted, he covered 'em all with soot!
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The local Cavaliers were there, in elegance they sat
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A-doin' Things Unusual with the feathers in their hat!
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The Rapier-fighters they were there, doin' what they could
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A-thrustin' and a-parryin' with Real Steel, not with wood!
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The local Hordesmen they were there, busier than bees
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the ladies wouldna have 'em, so they diddled dogs and trees!
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The village carpenter he was there, with his prick of wood
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He made it when he lost his own, and it worked just as good!
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The shenai-fighters they were there, all wrapped up in smiles
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A-doin' everyone they could in Oriental style!
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The College of Heralds they were there, in the other room
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Arguin' about who would do what, with which, to whom!
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The rattan-jocks were out in force and they were such a sight
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They didna do the ladies 'cause they'd heard there was a fight!
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The old fishmonger he was there, a dirty stinkin sod
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He never got a rise that night, so he diddled 'em with a cod!
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The Kingdom Laurels they were there, and quite a sight to see
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A-doin' everyone they could, and most artisticly!
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The Kingdom Pelicans were there, doin' it with a sob
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They diddled out of duty; it was just another job!
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Four and twenty virgins went down to Inverness
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And when the Ball was over, there were four and twenty less!
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There was doin's on the porches, and doin's on the stones
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You couldna' hear the music for the loud and joyful moans!
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(insert name) he was there, covered up with smiles
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Doin' thirty-two at once, and in amazing style!
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* more *
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Ball of Ballyknure (cont.)
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All the Kingdom spodes were there, but they just sat and sulked
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For this was the occasion that no one told them "Get fulked!"
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Clan MacChluarain they were there, chasin' round the Keep
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And every single man of them buggerin' a sheep!
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(insert name) had a gerbil, he diddled it very well
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He didn't wrap it in duct tape: he blew it all to hell!
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(insert name) he was there, with his favourite toys:
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A dozen beautiful women, and a dozen beautiful boys!
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(insert name) he was there; he wasn't very nice
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He didna do the ladies, he did gerbils, rats and mice!
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(insert name) she was there, covered all in sweat,
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Takin' on all comers, and she hasn't finished yet!
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|
||
(insert name) she was there, covered all in sweat,
|
||
The Dark Horde carried her away, and we ain't found her yet!
|
||
|
||
The Locksley Monsters they were there, lookin' for some nookie
|
||
But they got distracted by a chocolate chippie cookie!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, a crafty friend of Ghengis,
|
||
He speaks a lot of languages; he is a cunning linguist!
|
||
|
||
The village Masochist, he was there, beggin' for some blows
|
||
The Sadist merely looked at him, and softly answered "No!"
|
||
|
||
Yang the Nauseating was sittin' out in back
|
||
The ladies did na' want him for he smelled too much of yak!
|
||
|
||
The village druggist he was there, grinnin' like a fox
|
||
He'd sold out of condoms, so he sold 'em dirty socks!
|
||
|
||
Buell the Kind was also there, that beggar meek and mild,
|
||
He didna' do the ladies, he had brought his favourite child!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there at the revel feast
|
||
He doesn't like the girls, and the boys call him "The Beast!"
|
||
|
||
And in the morning, early, the Farmer nearly shat
|
||
For four and twenty acres was nearly fuckit flat!
|
||
|
||
It was a grand old party, lads, and sure a Locksley Plot
|
||
And every lad and lassie there was glad of what they got!
|
||
|
||
And when the Ball was over, everyone confessed
|
||
The music it was wonderful, but the "doin's" were the best!
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
***************************************************************
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
11
|
||
***************************************************************
|
||
Follows are extra verses, and XXX-rated verses, to "The Ball of
|
||
Ballyknure":
|
||
|
||
(Alternate CHORUS): Singin' balls to your partner
|
||
Arse agin' th' wall!
|
||
If y'canna' get laid on Saturday nicht
|
||
You canna' get laid at all!
|
||
|
||
The Minister's wife, she was there, buckled tae th' front
|
||
Wi' a wreath of roses round her arse, and thistles round her cunt!
|
||
|
||
The Minister's dochter, she was there, an' she gat roarin' fu'
|
||
Sae they doubled her ower the midden wa' and did her like a coo!
|
||
|
||
The undertaker he was there, in a long black shroud
|
||
Swinging from the chandelier, and pissing on the crowd!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was there, as well, she kept us all in fits
|
||
Jumping off the mantlepiece, and bouncing on her tits!
|
||
|
||
The village cooper he was there; he had a mighty tool!
|
||
He pulled his foreskin over his head, and yodeled thru the hole!
|
||
|
||
The local vicar, he was there, his collar back to front
|
||
He said, "My girls, thy sins are blessed!" and shoved it up their
|
||
cunts!
|
||
|
||
The local surgeon, he was there, with his knife in hand,
|
||
And every time he turned around, he circumsized a man!
|
||
|
||
The village idiot he was there, up to his favorite trick:
|
||
Bouncin' on his testicles and whistlin' thru his prick!
|
||
|
||
The village fireman was there, quenchin' lassie's fires
|
||
He diddled 'em in the firetruck, right beside the tires!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was also there, standing back-to-front,
|
||
With thirteen inches of candlestick inserted in her cunt!
|
||
|
||
The village nympho, she was there, wi' a happy grin
|
||
Every hole was stuffit fu', and she was fu' o' quim!
|
||
|
||
The village glazier he was there, with his prick of glass
|
||
He diddled 'em in their cunnys, and also in the ass!
|
||
|
||
One female musician was some sight to watch
|
||
With "Dowland" from her lute, and "Palestrina" from her crotch!
|
||
|
||
There was doin's in the bedrooms, there was doin's in the tub
|
||
'Till every single pecker there was worn down to a nub!
|
||
|
||
The bride was in the bedroom, explainin' to the groom:
|
||
The vagina, not the rectum, is the entrance to the womb!
|
||
|
||
The King was in the counting house, counting out his wealth;
|
||
The Queen was in the parlor, playin' with herself!
|
||
|
||
* more *
|
||
|
||
12
|
||
Extra and XXX-rated verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, his balls was made of brass
|
||
And when he blew a fart, m'lads, sparks flew out his ass!
|
||
|
||
The tailor was a busy man; his work went to his head
|
||
Sewing up the stretched-out cunts with miles and miles of thread!
|
||
|
||
The Elder Statesmen all were there; they were too old to firk,
|
||
So they sat around the table and they had a circle-jerk!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was excited and racin' round the hall
|
||
A-pullin' on his pecker and showin' off his balls!
|
||
|
||
The Parson's wife, she was there; she was the worst of all:
|
||
She pulled her skirts above her head and shouted: "Fuck it all!"
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there; he played a wily game:
|
||
He did his lassie fourteen times before he finally came!
|
||
|
||
(name) and (name) they were there, and they were quite a pair,
|
||
Each did a lassie seven times, and never touched the hair!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, up to his old trick:
|
||
Dancin' naked 'round the room, pirouettin' on his prick!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, but he wouldna' dance,
|
||
Just sat there with his ten-inch rise, a-waitin' for his chance!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there; he was the perfect fool:
|
||
He sat beneath the old oak tree, and whittled off his tool!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, up from Dungaree
|
||
With a yard-and-a-half of Glory, that hung below his knee!
|
||
|
||
The Queen, she had a chicken, the King he had a duck,
|
||
So they put them on the table to see if they would fight!
|
||
|
||
The cows were wearin' bridles, the horses wearin' bits
|
||
The Queen she wore two harness-rings thru the nipples of her tits!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, grinnin' at the Queen
|
||
He'd built himself a dildo, and powered it by steam!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, that rowdy rantin' bloke
|
||
Masturbatin' all by himself with a backhand double stroke!
|
||
|
||
The Royal Fool was also there, sittin' in the hall,
|
||
Tryin' to do a mongoose with an india-rubber ball!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, that egocentric elf,
|
||
The ladies were na' guid enough, so he went and fucked himself!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, and she was very strange:
|
||
You stick a dollar in her cunt, she'd spit back 10 cents change!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, but he was fast asleep
|
||
The ladies wouldna have him, and we'd run clean out of sheep!
|
||
|
||
* more *
|
||
13
|
||
Extra and XXX-rated verses to "Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.):
|
||
|
||
(Alternate CHORUS): Singin' who hae ye, lassie?
|
||
Who hae ye noo?
|
||
The ane that had ye last time
|
||
He canna hae ye noo!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, big and strong and mean,
|
||
Out behind the bushes, boys, picking his next Queen!
|
||
|
||
They tried it on the garden path, and once around the park,
|
||
And when the candles snotted out, they diddled in the dark!
|
||
|
||
First they did it simple, then they tried it he's and she's,
|
||
But before the ball was over, they went at it fives and threes!
|
||
|
||
The groom was in the corner, oiling up his tool,
|
||
The bride was in the icebox, her private parts to cool!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) (s)he was there, backed against the wall,
|
||
(s)he didn't want the doin's, just a lot of alcohol!
|
||
|
||
First lady over, second lady front,
|
||
Third lady's finger up the fourth lady's cunt!
|
||
|
||
Fifth lady worn and dry, sixth lady passed,
|
||
Seventh lady's finger up the eighth lady's ass!
|
||
|
||
Ninth lady forward, tenth lady back,
|
||
Eleventh lady's finger in the twelfth lady's crack!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, givin' happy sighs!
|
||
His rise had used up so much skin he couldna close his eyes!
|
||
|
||
A strapping Scotsman he was there, known to all as "Ronald"
|
||
His rise it weighed a quarter-pound...he must be a MacDonald!
|
||
|
||
Bunny Foo-foo he was there, hoppin' thru the wood,
|
||
Doin' the Good Fairy like a horny rabbit should!
|
||
|
||
Big Goon Foo-Foo, he was there, stomping thru the weeds
|
||
Buggering the Good Fairy ( his attitudes have NEEDS! )
|
||
|
||
Monty Python, they were there, with their ferocious MOOSE,
|
||
"The bloody parrot's bloomin' DEAD; 'e canna reproduce!"
|
||
|
||
(insert name), that randy wench, she was also there,
|
||
And thirty men were suckit dry before she stopped for air!
|
||
|
||
(name) and (name) they were there, havin' themselves a ball,
|
||
She hiccuped as he took her, and she swallowed him, shoes and all!
|
||
|
||
The Kingdom Marshal, he was there, full of botheration,
|
||
For nobody signed a waiver for the evening's fornication!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, and she was lookin' pert,
|
||
With six or seven Cavaliers underneath her skirt!
|
||
|
||
* more *
|
||
|
||
14
|
||
Extra and XXX-rated verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was also there, with his feather-bed,
|
||
And on the bedposts he had marked his score of maidenheads!
|
||
|
||
Santa Claus was also there, and very drunk, I fear,
|
||
You'd be drunk there with him if you came just once a year!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, and he was smooth and slick,
|
||
Tallyin' up his score that night by notches on his prick!
|
||
|
||
The village dwarf was also there, that randy little runt,
|
||
He'd dive upon a lassie, headfirst in her cunt!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, the fattest of the lot,
|
||
So they rolled her up in flour, and looked for the wettest spot!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) (s)he was there, hid behind a mask,
|
||
God knows what (s)he was doin', lads, we didna stop to ask!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was also there, (s)he was a sight to see,
|
||
They bent him (her) o'er the table, and the rest was Greek to me!
|
||
|
||
James the First and Sixth was there, a sight you should have seen,
|
||
He was the King of England but preferred to be the Queen!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, but he was runnin' late,
|
||
Askin' round from man to man just how to copulate!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was also there, but he was fast asleep,
|
||
Cuddled up, with a happy grin, beside his rubber sheep!
|
||
|
||
The (insert name) all were there, that's what I presume,
|
||
They buggered themselves into a chain, and danced around the room!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, and she was wondrous wise,
|
||
With "USDA Grade A Choice", tattooed on her thighs!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, sittin' on a stump,
|
||
Masturbation was his choice; he didn't know how to hump!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was also there, doin' his famous stunt:
|
||
Braidin' all the pubic hair on every single cunt!
|
||
|
||
Anne Bolyn was also there, even tho she's dead,
|
||
She's terrific on her back, me boys, but better giving head!
|
||
|
||
Cyrano de Bergerac, dressed in fancy clothes,
|
||
He wouldna use his pecker, lads, he did 'em with his nose!
|
||
|
||
Pinocchio was also there, and quite a sight to see,
|
||
The ladies sat upon his face and shouted "Lie to me!"
|
||
|
||
Cyrano de Bergerac diddled, with a poem,
|
||
And ended his refrain with the words: "Thrust home!"
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) was also there, and he was lookin' cute,
|
||
He didna use his pecker, lads, he did 'em with his lute!
|
||
|
||
* more *
|
||
15
|
||
Extra and XXX-rated verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
|
||
|
||
(Alternate CHORUS:) Singin' balls to your partner,
|
||
Arse against the wall!
|
||
If you can't get laid at Pennsic (Estrella)
|
||
Then you can't get laid at all!
|
||
|
||
Good King (insert name) he was there, looking very regal;
|
||
He wrapped his pecker in duct-tape to make it combat-legal!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, lookin' woebegone,
|
||
'Cause when you spread her legs, me boys, a little light comes on!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) (s)he was there, havin' quite a ball!
|
||
Shoutin' out "When I am (King/Queen), I'm gonna screw you all!"
|
||
|
||
All the (insert name) they were there, scratchin' at their jocks,
|
||
Doin' things like parakeets, and unsuspecting rocks!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was sitting there, filled up with remorse,
|
||
He'd got a little drunk that night, and did his lady's horse!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was also there, with his brand-new bride,
|
||
But when he opened up her legs, his pet canary died!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, he canna see at all,
|
||
so he satisfied his urgin's at a knothole in the wall!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, his brain is in his cock,
|
||
He dragged his lady off by the heels, and filled her up with rocks!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, feelin' full of oats:
|
||
He diddled his lady from Land's End all the way to John O'Groats!
|
||
|
||
Elanor of Aquitane was dancin' round the room,
|
||
She didn't like the Lily, so she took up with the Broom!
|
||
|
||
Elanor of Aquitane was very, very nice....
|
||
She didn't like French Culture, so she tried the English Vice!
|
||
|
||
Everybody heard about the Ball of Ballyknure,
|
||
With four-and-twenty Countesses, a-fuckin' on the floor!
|
||
|
||
The King of (insert name), worked up a head of steam,
|
||
And all the Duchesses in sight yelled out "God save the Queen!"
|
||
|
||
Good old (insert name) he was there, takin' up the slack,
|
||
Separatin' the men from boys with a chromium bumper jack!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was also there, and he is Very Pure;
|
||
We think he has a pecker, lads, though no one's very sure!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was also there, and she was very shocked,
|
||
When she heard a shepherd boy yell "Lady, go get flocked!"
|
||
|
||
All the lads and lasses there were mated, ones-and-twos,
|
||
Except for good old (insert name) who came inside his shoes!
|
||
|
||
* more *
|
||
|
||
16
|
||
Extra and XXX-Rated verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
|
||
|
||
There was doin's in the hallway, doin's on the stairs,
|
||
It was the biggest doin' there had been for years and years!
|
||
|
||
There was doin's in the roses, in the grass and in the rocks,
|
||
When (insert name) caught his -sporran- in some giant hollyhocks!
|
||
|
||
It looked sae funny hangin' there, that everybody jeered,
|
||
They'd never seen a hollyhock that ever wore a beard......!
|
||
|
||
Guid old Jock McNorris took his partner by the arm,
|
||
And grinned, and said "Another "do" won't do us any harm!"
|
||
|
||
They were doin' it in the garden, they were doin' it all around,
|
||
There were folks a-doin' on every inch of ground!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, sittin' on his tush,
|
||
He never made it to the point, just "beat around the bush...!"
|
||
|
||
William of the Shire was there, he wasna' in the race,
|
||
He wouldna' use his pecker, so he did 'em with his mace....!
|
||
|
||
There were lassies with the syphllis, and lassies wi' the piles,
|
||
And lassies wi' their hinder parts all wreathed up in smiles!
|
||
|
||
The village magician he was there, doin' his vanishin' trick:
|
||
He pulled his foreskin over his head, and vanished in his prick!
|
||
|
||
There were doin's in the gravel, there were doin's in the stones
|
||
You couldna' hear the music for the wheezin' and the groans!
|
||
|
||
There was doin's on the sofa, there was doin's in the chair,
|
||
And when they found the trampoline, there was doin's in the air!
|
||
|
||
Soon all the Duchesses began to sing this song
|
||
And it was twice as dirty, and fourteen times as long!
|
||
|
||
The Sheriff of the Shire in the corner he did stand,
|
||
Giving his Staff of Office a polishin' with his hand.
|
||
|
||
The village blacksmith he was there, but he was not for hire:
|
||
He was making giant rubbers out of a tractor tire!
|
||
|
||
The village baker he was there, and looking pretty mean;
|
||
A-shouting that the girls were tarts, and pumping them full of cream!
|
||
|
||
The village blacksmith he was there, his balls were made of brass,
|
||
And every time he laid a girl the sparks flew out his ass!
|
||
|
||
The village hooker she was there, a-lying on the floor,
|
||
And every time she ope'd her legs, the suction closed the door!
|
||
|
||
Little Johnny he was there, but he was only eight;
|
||
He couldn't go join in the fun, he had to masturbate!
|
||
|
||
The blacksmith's wife she was there, a-sitting by the fire,
|
||
Performin' abortions by the hour with a piece of red hot wire!
|
||
|
||
* more *
|
||
17
|
||
Extra and XXX-rated Verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
|
||
|
||
(Insert name), she was there, that wicked little slut!
|
||
Performin' things unspeakable wi' a North Sea halibut!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) was also there, a-playin' fast and loose;
|
||
Rompin' 'round the barley fields with Marvin de la Moose!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name), she was there, a lady quite perverse;
|
||
She'd worn out all the peckers so she went from bed to wurst!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name), she was there, and she is past eighteen;
|
||
She is a rapier fighter, so she diddled Florentine!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he was there, all filled up with lust,
|
||
He'd had so many lassies that his pecker just shot dust!
|
||
|
||
The Musketeers were also there, and they were fast and quick,
|
||
You should have seen their doin's with their muzzle-loading prick!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name), he was there, but he had run amuck
|
||
He diddled geese and chickens and a passing Mallard duck!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he was there, with his sharp Chibouk,
|
||
While nobody was watchin' him, he diddled him a Duke!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he was there, and he is most discreet
|
||
Underneath the bedsheets wi' his favorite parakeet....!
|
||
|
||
A Corsair captain he was there, he shouted out "Ahoy!"
|
||
We'd run clean out of lassies so he did his cabin-boy!
|
||
|
||
Stick your hand beneath my kilt; I'm a gruesome troubador!
|
||
And if you stick it there again, you'll see it grew some more!
|
||
|
||
All the Peers were also there, and they refused to work,
|
||
So they sat around in Circles, and they had a Circle-jerk!
|
||
|
||
"What the hell's a 'sporran'?" the lassie loudly begged;
|
||
She was answered: "It's the hairy thing between a Scotsman's legs!"
|
||
|
||
(Insert Irish name) he was there, doin' dogs and such,
|
||
You can always tell an Irishman, but y'canna tell him much!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) was also there, he is an awful churl
|
||
He poked a hole into the ground, and diddled the whole world!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) was at the Ball, he's really quite bizarre,
|
||
We locked him in the closet while he diddled his guitar!
|
||
|
||
The village policeman he was there, the pride of all the force
|
||
They found him in the stable, whacking off his horse!
|
||
|
||
There were doin's in the parlor, there was doin's in the grass
|
||
and all that you could see were waves of undulating ass!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he was there, and he was long and high,
|
||
But when he did her forty times, he was doin' mighty dry!
|
||
|
||
* more *
|
||
18
|
||
Extra and XXX-Rated Verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (Cont.)
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he was there, his prick was long and broad
|
||
But when he did the Duchess, well, she had to be re-bored!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) had an even stroke, his skill was much admired
|
||
He diddled one cunt at a time until his skill expired....!
|
||
|
||
The village builder he was there, he brought his bag of tricks
|
||
He poured cement in all the cunts and blunted all the pricks!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he was there, the leader of the choir,
|
||
He hit the balls of all the boys to make their voices higher
|
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|
||
Another idiot, he was there, leanin' on the gate
|
||
He couldn'a find a cunny, so he had to flatulate!
|
||
|
||
The village doctor he was there, he had his bag of tricks
|
||
And in between the dances he was sterilizing pricks!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he was there, a-lookin' for a fuck
|
||
But all the cunts were occupied, and he was out of luck!
|
||
|
||
The Vicar and his lovely wife were havin' lots of fun:
|
||
The Vicar had his finger up another lady's bum!
|
||
|
||
There was fuckin' on the couches, and doin's in the punts
|
||
And linin' up against the wall were rows of grinnin' cunts!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he played a dirty trick, we canna let it pass
|
||
He showed his lass his mighty prick, and shoved it up her ass!
|
||
|
||
The village plumber he was there, he felt an awful fool;
|
||
He'd come eleven leagues or more and forgot to bring his tool!
|
||
|
||
The smithy's brother he was there, a mighty man is he;
|
||
He lined them up against the wall, and shagged 'em three by three!
|
||
|
||
There was doin's on the highway, there was doin's in the lanes,
|
||
You couldn'a here the music for the rattlin' of the stanes!
|
||
|
||
There was doin's on the couches, there was doin's on the cots,
|
||
And linin' up against the wall were rows of drooling twats!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he was there, drunk beyond a doot,
|
||
He tried to stuff the Parson's wife, but couldna' get the root!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he was there and he was in despair,
|
||
He couldna' get his pecker thru the tangled pubic hair!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) did his doin's right upon the moor,
|
||
It was, he thought, much better than doin' on the floor!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he was there, his prick was all alert
|
||
But when only half the night was done, t'was danglin' in the dirt!
|
||
|
||
The doctor's daughter, she was there, she went to gather sticks
|
||
She couldna' find a blade of grass for cunts and standing pricks!
|
||
|
||
* more *
|
||
19
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Extra and XXX-Rated Verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (Cont.)
|
||
|
||
(Alternate CHORUS:) Singin' who did ye last, lass,
|
||
Who's doin' ye noo,
|
||
The one tha' did ye last, lassie
|
||
Canna do ye noo.
|
||
|
||
The village blacksmith he was there, roarin' like a lion,
|
||
He'd cut his prick off at the forge, so he used a red-hot iron!
|
||
|
||
The Mayor of the village, was doin' by the rule;
|
||
Partin' all the pubic hairs and wadin' thru the drool!
|
||
|
||
Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean,
|
||
So she did the Fubba-Wubbas, while he diddled a Marine...!
|
||
|
||
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
|
||
With pussy fair, and pubic hair, and peckers in a row!
|
||
|
||
There was doin's in the kitchen, there was doin's in the halls
|
||
You couldna hear the music for the clangin' of the balls!
|
||
|
||
The Parson's daughter, she was there, the cunning little runt,
|
||
With poison ivy up her ass, and thistles up her cunt!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) was also there, this I must confess:
|
||
Buggerin' at the Parson's cat; it's "pussy" none the less!
|
||
|
||
(Insert name) he was there, a pervert all his life;
|
||
He didna do the lassies...he only did his wife!
|
||
|
||
I have a little pussy, her coat it is so warm,
|
||
And if she douches regular, she won't do me no harm!
|
||
|
||
Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of water;
|
||
They spent the day a-diddlin', doin' things they shouldn't oughter!
|
||
|
||
Ivan the Terrible he was there, that filthy Russian cad,
|
||
The Boyars called him "Terrible," the ladies said "Not bad!"
|
||
|
||
(Insert Arabic name) he was there, in his white burnoose,
|
||
He sat down at the table and he called for "Cunt au jus!"
|
||
|
||
I'm a pain-in-the-ass, me boys, for singin' this awful song,
|
||
But if I'm a pain-in-the-ass, me lass, I'm doin' you all wrong!
|
||
|
||
The village economist, he was there, his slide rule in his hand,
|
||
Figuring out exactly when supply would meet demand.
|
||
|
||
Henry the Fifth, he was there, and this is what he said:
|
||
"Once more out of your breeks, my friends, and give me English head!"
|
||
|
||
Ghengis Khan he was there, and he was such a fright!
|
||
"First you burn, and -then- you rape; 'tis best by firelight!"
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, and he is big and hairy;
|
||
He spent the evening with a will, pluckin' virgin cherries!
|
||
|
||
* more *
|
||
|
||
20
|
||
Extra and XXX-Rated Verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
|
||
|
||
(Alternate CHORUS:) Please do it this time
|
||
Please do it now!
|
||
And if you did it last time
|
||
You surely must know how!
|
||
|
||
The Parson's wife was there that night, sittin' by the fire,
|
||
Knittin' prophalactics with a rubber wire.
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was at the Ball, lookin' pretty grumpy;
|
||
His pecker isn't very long...the ladies call him "Stumpy!"
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was at the Ball, for this he is renowned:
|
||
His pecker is so very long, it drags along the ground!
|
||
|
||
The KaKhan of the Horde was there, and he is very smelly;
|
||
"First you rape, and THEN you burn; that's how to be rake-helly!"
|
||
|
||
(insert name) (s)he was there, and lookin' pretty foul,
|
||
Doin' seven horses, two chinchillas, and an owl!
|
||
|
||
The King is the biggest prick you've ever seen;
|
||
We may cry "God save the King," but, Lords, God save the Queen!
|
||
|
||
My Lady went to London, my Lady went to France,
|
||
My Lady goes to Fredrick's to buy her underpants!
|
||
|
||
My Lady's very beautiful, and this is what she wears:
|
||
Jewelry, and fancy gowns, but NEVER underwear!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, lyin' in the grass,
|
||
With "Property of (insert household name)" tatooed on her ass!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there; we did a double-take,
|
||
When we saw him gettin' sexual with a shovel and a rake!
|
||
|
||
The yurt was getting noisy, the yurt was getting loud;
|
||
It was a Mongolian Cluster Fuck, and drawing quite a crowd!
|
||
|
||
The Old Professor, he was there, sittin' on a shelf,
|
||
Demonstratin' to all concerned how Man Makes Himself!
|
||
|
||
Dracula was also there, dressed up in his cape,
|
||
Explainin' to Van Helsing that "It vasn't really -rape-!"
|
||
|
||
The Computer Nerd he was there, his life was mighty rough,
|
||
Complainin' that the wet-ware wasn't wet enough!
|
||
|
||
The Queen was in the counting house, counting out her wealth;
|
||
The King was in the Countess, and the Count played with himself!
|
||
|
||
The Parson's daughter, she was there, hotter than a match,
|
||
We found her doin' pushups in the ol' cucumber patch!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, horny as can be:
|
||
We found him stuck in a knothole, tryin' t'do a tree!
|
||
|
||
* more *
|
||
|
||
21
|
||
Extra and XXX-Rated Verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
|
||
|
||
(Alternate CHORUS:) Wi' a fa'll dae it this time
|
||
Fa'll dae it noo?
|
||
The yin that did it last time
|
||
Canna dae it noo!
|
||
|
||
The town musician he was there, hummin' a merry tune,
|
||
Because a lass was on her knees blowin' his bassoon!
|
||
|
||
(name) and (name), they were there, actin' bold and brassy:
|
||
He was doin' Rin-Tin-Tin, and she was doin' Lassie!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, but he was indisposed,
|
||
He did na' diddle the regular way: he did 'em wi' his nose!
|
||
|
||
The village Doctor, he was there, at surgery he is grand,
|
||
He took most of the evening to circumcise the band!
|
||
|
||
There was doin's in the barley, there was doin's in the oats,
|
||
Most were doin' lassies, but -some- were doin' goats!
|
||
|
||
T'was on the twelfth of August, the party'd just began!
|
||
I never will forget, m'lads, the gatherin' of the Clans!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, lookin' like a sow,
|
||
So they tied her up by the big barn door and did her like a cow!
|
||
|
||
(insert name), he was there, enjoyin' all the smut,
|
||
He'd found himself a three-hole punch, and he was goin' nuts!
|
||
|
||
(insert name), she was there, she said "Alas! Alack!"
|
||
For one lad took her from the front, the other from the back!
|
||
|
||
Thirteenth lady in the room, fourteenth lady out,
|
||
Fifteenth doin' the bedpost, with a joyful shout!
|
||
|
||
Sixteenth fainted dead away, seventeenth was drunk,
|
||
Eighteenth in the bathtub, bathin' in the spunk!
|
||
|
||
(insert name), she was there, that wicked little tyke,
|
||
She hangs out with the pirates 'cause she -loves- those marlinspikes!
|
||
|
||
A Lord and Lady Herald were bein' circumspect:
|
||
The one said it was "rampant" the other said "erect!"
|
||
|
||
The cleanin' lady she was there, pickin' up the residue
|
||
And when she had it all picked up, she put it in the stew!
|
||
|
||
First they did it one-by-one, and then by he-and-she!
|
||
And when the ball was over, they were at it fives-and-threes!
|
||
|
||
The groom was in the bathroom, explainin' to the bride
|
||
That the penis, not the scrotum, was the part you stuck inside!
|
||
|
||
The village smithy he was there. feelin' rather coarse
|
||
They caught him in the back room, suckin' off a horse!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there. suckin' on a brew
|
||
Starin' at a naked lass, and wonderin' what t'do!
|
||
22
|
||
|
||
Extra and XXX-Rated Verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, wanderin' far from home
|
||
Three handsome lords to serve her there, and still she had t'roam!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, wanderin' 'round the hall
|
||
Askin' all the pretty maids, but gettin' none at all!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, loaded down with swords
|
||
Surrounded by bits of arms and legs of over-friendly lords!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, pecker well in hand,
|
||
Singing in the key of Off, but lookin' mighty grand!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, but couldn't get it hard,
|
||
So his lady satisfied herself with the burly bodyguard!
|
||
|
||
The King of (insert name) he was there, and he could do no wrong
|
||
'Cause the ladies know that rulers are all twelve inches long!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, challengin' all the lords
|
||
Wishin' one would take her up for other than shields and swords!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, singin' a lament
|
||
Gettin' help with the higher notes from the gentleman in her tent!
|
||
|
||
A Certain Viking, he was there, the ladies for to do
|
||
He had his horney helmet, so he did 'em two-by-two!
|
||
|
||
A lady down from (insert name) was lookin' for a spoon
|
||
But when she saw what I showed her, she fell down in a swoon!
|
||
|
||
Well, I was feelin' Mary, but she left with Master Roy,
|
||
So I went back to the parlor, and there I jumped for Joy!
|
||
|
||
Ask (insert name) a question, she'll answer if she can,
|
||
She'll tell you she does wonderous things, but not with any man!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, doin' all he can,
|
||
I have seen NINE ladies disappear into his van!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, he'd been si' times before,
|
||
He won this time because he'd laid (insert name) upon the floor!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, boastin' to the crowd
|
||
So we threw him in the cattle-pen, and thus was (insert name) cowed!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, teachin' us all to sing,
|
||
Tho he'd much prefer the ladies to play with his ding-a-ling!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, from lands across the sea
|
||
Eyein' all the ladies, for he needed more than three!
|
||
|
||
The Heatherwynos staggered in with their Gods of Alcohol
|
||
Keepin' themselves from fallin' down by holdin' up the wall!
|
||
|
||
The Abbey brothers, they were there, teachin' us how to pray:
|
||
A flagon full of good brown ale, and a woman, twice a day!
|
||
|
||
23
|
||
Extra and XXX-Rated Verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, and she was in demand
|
||
Makin' prophylactics, and givin' 'em to the band!
|
||
|
||
The village brewer, he was there, drinkin' bottles of beer
|
||
And every now and then, for fun, he'd shove one up his rear!
|
||
|
||
The village cobbler walked right in with his leather and his awl
|
||
Makin' kinky garments for the wierdos at the ball!
|
||
|
||
The priest of Pan he danced right in, as on his pipes he played
|
||
And keepin' score upon his horns each time that he got laid!
|
||
|
||
The Mother Superior, she was there, with the village squire
|
||
Remainin' a virgin by jackin' him off, and shootin' it in the fire!
|
||
|
||
The town's old master smith was there, his hammer in his hand
|
||
The men they all were jealous, but the ladies thought him GRAND!
|
||
|
||
The jester was dancin' naked, all but his bells and cap
|
||
Nobody applauded...but they all gave him the Clap!
|
||
|
||
Several lusty wenches gathered round the door
|
||
And tripped the men as they came tru, but beat 'em to the floor!
|
||
|
||
Santa Claus, he dropped right in, bouncin' thru the flue;
|
||
Grabbin' all the lassies and doin' 'em two-by-two!
|
||
|
||
The Easter Bunny, he was there, searchin' for some eggs
|
||
He found one in a mess of hair between a lady's legs!
|
||
|
||
The leprechaun he sauntered in, all of three feet high
|
||
Just the size to stick his nose into some furry pie!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, playin' on his lute
|
||
Teachin' all the lassies how to play in his skin-flute!
|
||
|
||
The village vet, he was there, lookin' to get laid
|
||
Askin' round the ladies if they had been spayed!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, rubbing ladie's backs
|
||
But no matter how long or hard he tried they wouldn't jump in his sack
|
||
|
||
Rialtans they were also there, with their keyboards and their screens
|
||
Until somebody threw a willing wench into their damned machines
|
||
|
||
Ioseph of Locksley he was there, furthering the Plot
|
||
Thank God for penicillin, we don't know quite what he got
|
||
|
||
(insert name) was also there, with his cooler full o' beer
|
||
Just his luck, he tried to fuck a lass who turned out queer
|
||
|
||
The King and his knights were there, with brass hat and white belts
|
||
Doin' tricks with a wench or six in a pile of ferret pelts
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was also there, with his wolves upon a chain
|
||
Panting and howling like he'd been caught in in a patch of wolfie-bane
|
||
|
||
|
||
24
|
||
Extra and XXX-Rated Verses to "The Ball of Ballyknure" (cont.)
|
||
|
||
The local Herald, he was there, with his books so tall and thick
|
||
Walking about in pompous haste, and stepping on his dick!
|
||
|
||
Pet. de Cat., de cavalier, showed up in lace and leather
|
||
The morning after, he woke on a rafter, his clothes were in the heather
|
||
|
||
A tribe of Tuchux they were there, just dressed in bunny fur
|
||
They all ran out when they heard a shout "You @#$%-&*# Cur!"
|
||
|
||
Ardjjuk Afraid-of-his-Cats was there and he was fraught with fear
|
||
At the very thought of getting caught by one of the pussies near
|
||
|
||
Four and twenty virgins came out from the West
|
||
It didna' take 'em long 'til they was doin' with the best!
|
||
|
||
Clan Blue Feather, they were there, a bunch of folks so gay
|
||
I didn't mind so long as they did not get in the way
|
||
|
||
Good Sir <insert name> was there, white belt across his mid
|
||
When the ladies saw him coming, they all ran off and hid
|
||
|
||
<insert title> <insert name> was there, brass hat upon his head
|
||
His ancient bones let out such groans we thought he'd wake the dead
|
||
|
||
Good Sir <insert name> was there, with spurs upon his heels
|
||
Showing the gals how to please their pals and suffocate trouser eels
|
||
|
||
Master <insert name> was there, white baldric 'cross his chest
|
||
Making no "pax" with Castle Anthrax and it's "peril" from Python's quest
|
||
|
||
(insert name) he was there, playin' fast and loose
|
||
Doin' an innocent gerbil, and wishin' it was a moose!
|
||
|
||
(insert name) she was there, underneath a tree
|
||
Entertainin' all the lads, and doin' 'em three by three!
|
||
|
||
(note: This may not be ALL the verses, but it's doggone close!)
|
||
|
||
LAST UPDATE: 05/23/91
|
||
|
||
***************************************************************
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
25
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE BANTAM COCK
|
||
(Recorded: "Celtic Pride: In Strange Form")
|
||
|
||
He was a fine upstanding bantam-cock
|
||
So brisk, and stiff, and spry...
|
||
With a springy step, and a jaunty plume,
|
||
And a purposeful look in his eye
|
||
In his little black laughing eye!
|
||
|
||
So I took him to the coop and introduced him to
|
||
My seventeen wide-eyed hens
|
||
And he tupped and he tupped as a hero tupps,
|
||
And he bowed to them all, and then,
|
||
He up and took 'em all again!
|
||
|
||
Then upon the peace of my ducks and geese
|
||
He boldly did intrude
|
||
And with glazed eyes and opened mouths
|
||
They bore him with fortitude...
|
||
And a little bit of gratitude!
|
||
|
||
He jumped my giggling guinea-fowl!
|
||
He thrust his attentions upon
|
||
Twenty hysterical turkeys,
|
||
And a visiting migrant swan!
|
||
And the bantam thundered on!
|
||
|
||
He groped my fan-tail pigeon doves,
|
||
My lily-white Columbine,
|
||
And as I was lookin' at me budgerigar,
|
||
He jumped my parrot from behind!
|
||
And it was sittin' on me shoulder at the time!
|
||
|
||
But all of a sudden, with a gasp and a gulp,
|
||
He clapped his wings to his head!
|
||
He lay flat on his back with his feet in the air;
|
||
My bantam-cock was dead!
|
||
And the vultures circled overhead!
|
||
|
||
What a noble beast! What a champion cock!
|
||
What a way to live and die!
|
||
As I dug him a grave to protect his bones,
|
||
From those hungry buzzards in the sky,
|
||
The bantam opened up his eyes!
|
||
|
||
He gave me a wink, and a terrible grin,
|
||
The way that rapists do....
|
||
He said, "Do you see them silly daft buggers up there?
|
||
They'll be down in a minnit 'er two!
|
||
They'll be down in a minnit 'er two!"
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
26
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
BARNACLE BILL THE SAILOR
|
||
|
||
Who's that knocking at my door? (3X)
|
||
Said the fair young maiden
|
||
|
||
It's only me from over the sea, said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
|
||
So open the door you fucking whore, said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
|
||
I drink my whiskey when I can,
|
||
For whiskey is the life of man
|
||
I drink it from an old tin can...said Barnacle Bill the Sailor
|
||
|
||
I'll come down and let you in (3X)
|
||
Said the fair young maiden
|
||
|
||
So hurry before I bust in the door, said B.B. the S.
|
||
I just got laid and I want some more, said B.B. the S.
|
||
I'm newly come upon the shore,
|
||
And this is what I'm looking for
|
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A jade, a maid, or even a whore, said B.B. the S.
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Will you take me to the dance? (3X)
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Said the fair young maiden.
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Screw the dance and drop your pants, said B.B. the S.
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I'll fuck you when I have the chance, said B.B. the S.
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I'll fuck you once, I'll bugger you twice,
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Then try a different kind of vice
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It may be fun, but it isn't nice, said B.B. the S.
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What if my parents should come home? (3X)
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Said the fair young maiden.
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I'll kill your Pa and fuck your Ma, said B.B. the S.
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And then I'll give a loud huzzah, said B.B. the S.
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So get into bed or it's on the floor,
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'Cause whattya think I came here for
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You're just another stinking whore, said B.B. the S.
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Oh your whiskers scrape my cheeks (3X)
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Said the fair young maiden.
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I'm dirty and lousy and full of fleas, said B.B. the S.
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I'll stick my mast in whom I please, said B.B. the S.
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My flowing whiskers give me class,
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The sea horses ate them instead of grass
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If they hurt your cheeks, they'll tickle your ass!, said B.B. the S.
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What if we should have a girl? (3X)
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Said the fair young maiden.
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I'll dig a ditch and bury the bitch, said B.B. the S.
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For I come here to scratch my itch, said B.B. the S.
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I fuck 'em warm, I fuck 'em cold,
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I fuck 'em young, I fuck 'em old,
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I don't care if they're shy or bold, said B.B. the S.
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(more)
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27
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Barnacle Bill The Sailor (cont.)
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What if we should have a boy? (3X)
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Said the fair young maiden.
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I'll take him to sea, and he'll fuck like me, said B.B. the S.
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He'll wind up on the gallows-tree, said B.B. the S.
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So tuck your ankles behind your ears,
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Shut up your mouth and dry your tears
|
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I'm a leering, jeering privateer, said B.B. the S.
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Oh when will we be wed? (3X)
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Said the fair young maiden.
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You foolish girl, It's nothing but sport, said B.B. the S.
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I've got me a wife in every port, said B.B. the S.
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Off I go on another tack,
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To give some other fair maid a whack
|
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But keep it oiled till I come back, said B.B. the S.
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*
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28
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*
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|
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THE BASTARD KING OF ENGLAND
|
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-attributed to Rudyard Kipling, but probably not!
|
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|
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Oh the mistrels sing of an English King of many long years ago
|
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who ruled his Land with an iron hand tho his morals were weak and low
|
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his only outer garment was a dirty yellow shirt
|
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with which he served to hide his hide, but he couldn't hide the dirt
|
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|
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He was dirty, and lousy, and full of fleas
|
||
but a Royal Tool hung to his knees
|
||
God bless the Bastard King of England!
|
||
|
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Now the Queen of Spain was an amorous Jane, a lascivious wench was she
|
||
who heard about the prowess of this King from over the sea
|
||
so she sent a Royal Message by a Royal Messenger
|
||
to ask the King of England to spend the night with her
|
||
|
||
He was dirty and lousy and full of fleas
|
||
but he kept his women by twos and threes....
|
||
God Bless the Bastard King of England!
|
||
|
||
When Philip of France heard of this chance, he swore before his Court
|
||
"The Queen prefers my rival just because mine's...somewhat short."
|
||
So he sent the Count of Zippety-Zap
|
||
to give to the Queen a Dose of Clap
|
||
to pass it on to the Bastard King of England!
|
||
|
||
When the King of England heard the news, he cursed the Gallic farce
|
||
and he up and swore by the Royal Whore he'd have the Frenchman's arse
|
||
So he offered half his Kingdom, and a piece of Queen Hortense
|
||
To any Royal Subject who'd undo the King of France
|
||
|
||
So the brave young Duke of Buckingham went instantly to France
|
||
He swore he was a fruitier; the King took down his pants.
|
||
So in front of the throng he slipped on a thong
|
||
and jumped on his horse and he galloped along
|
||
dragging the Frenchman back to Merrie England!
|
||
|
||
When the King of England saw the sight he fainted dead on the floor,
|
||
for during the ride his rival's hide had stretched...a yard...or more!
|
||
and all the girls of England came down to London Town
|
||
and shouted round the battlements "To hell with the British Crown!"
|
||
|
||
So Philip of France usurped the Throne
|
||
his scepter was his Royal Bone
|
||
with which he bitched the Bastard King of England!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
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|
||
|
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29
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
B-I-M-B-O
|
||
-Anonymous (because nobody will
|
||
take the blame for it)
|
||
|
||
1) There was a girl that went to Crown
|
||
And Bimbo was her name-o
|
||
B-I-M-B-O, B-I-M-B-O, B-I-M-B-O,
|
||
And Bimbo was her name-o!
|
||
|
||
2) There was a girl that went to Crown,
|
||
She had large tracts of land-o
|
||
(Gesture for big tits)-I-M-B-O etc.
|
||
And Bimbo was her name-o
|
||
|
||
3) There was a girl that went to Crown
|
||
Her talents they were many-o
|
||
(gesture for a nice body)
|
||
(Gesture for big tits)-M-B-O etc.
|
||
And Bimbo was her name-o
|
||
|
||
4) There was a girl that went to Crown
|
||
And she made very merry-o
|
||
(throw arms in air and yell "whee!")
|
||
(gesture for a nice body)
|
||
(Gesture for big tits)-B-O etc.
|
||
And Bimbo was her name-o
|
||
|
||
5) There was a girl that went to Crown
|
||
And she was made the Queen-o
|
||
(put Crown on head)
|
||
(throw arms in air and yell "whee!")
|
||
(gesture for a nice body)
|
||
(Gesture for big tits)-O etc.
|
||
And Bimbo was her name-o
|
||
|
||
6) There was a girl that went to Crown
|
||
And she got very pissy-o
|
||
(point to various members of audience, and say:
|
||
"You're banished, and you're banished, and....")
|
||
(put Crown on head)
|
||
(throw arms in air and yell "whee!")
|
||
(gesture for a nice body)
|
||
(Gesture for big tits)
|
||
And Bimbo was her name-o
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
CHRISTIANITY HITS THE SPOT
|
||
(Tune: "Pepsi Cola hits the spot")
|
||
|
||
Christianity hits the spot
|
||
Twelve Apostles, that's a lot!
|
||
Holy Ghost and a Virgin too,
|
||
Christianity's the thing for you!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
30
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
COEUR DE BOEF CHALLENGE SONG
|
||
|
||
Oh, the Midrealm Chivalry get no tail,
|
||
Oh, the Midrealm Chivalry get no tail,
|
||
To alleviate the yen,
|
||
They go out with Viking men,
|
||
Oh, the Midrealm Chivalry get no tail.
|
||
|
||
Oh, the Vikings have no women on their ships,
|
||
Oh, the Vikings have no women on their ships,
|
||
To keep all their parts in use,
|
||
They resort to self abuse,
|
||
Oh, the Vikings have no women on their ships.
|
||
|
||
If the Masters of the Midrealm had their wish,
|
||
Well, they would never go with women, they'd just fish.
|
||
Well, they are not women haters,
|
||
But they all are master baiters,
|
||
And the masters of the midrealm smell like fish.
|
||
|
||
Oh, the fighters of the Midrealm get no tail,
|
||
Oh, the fighters of the Midrealm get no tail,
|
||
After melee with the guys,
|
||
They can hardly get a rise,
|
||
Oh, the fighters of the Midrealm get no tail.
|
||
|
||
Oh, the marshals of the Midrealm get no tail,
|
||
Oh, the marshals of the Midrealm get no tail,
|
||
Oh, it's not that they are cold,
|
||
But they're always yelling "HOLD!",
|
||
Oh, the marshals of the Midrealm get no tail.
|
||
|
||
Oh, the artists of the Midrealm get no tail,
|
||
Oh, the artists of the Midrealm get no tail,
|
||
It's not that they're so grand,
|
||
But their talents in their hands,
|
||
Oh, the artists of the Midrealm get no tail.
|
||
|
||
Oh, the heralds of the Midrealm get no tail,
|
||
Oh, the heralds of the Midrealm get no tail,
|
||
For when e're they need a laugh,
|
||
All they do is raise their staff,
|
||
Oh, the heralds of the Midrealm get no tail.
|
||
|
||
Oh, the elves of the Midrealm get no tail,
|
||
Oh, the elves of the Midrealm get no tail,
|
||
When they do it in the trees,
|
||
They mean knotholes if you please,
|
||
Oh, the elves of the Midrealm get no tail.
|
||
|
||
Well, the Mongols, but, of course, they get tail,
|
||
Well, the Mongols, but, of course, they get tail,
|
||
Oh, the Mongols, but, of course,
|
||
Would rather get it from a horse,
|
||
And the horses of the Mongols have no tails.
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
31
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
COLUMBO
|
||
-Anonymous
|
||
|
||
CHORUS: He swore the world was round-o
|
||
America could be found-o
|
||
That masturbatin', fornicatin'
|
||
Son-of-a-bitch, Columbo!
|
||
|
||
In fourteen hundred and ninety two
|
||
A gob from old Italee
|
||
Went wandering thru the streets of Spain
|
||
A-pissing in the alley
|
||
|
||
In fourteen hundred and ninety two
|
||
The expedition started
|
||
Queen Isabel, she cried like hell
|
||
Columbus only farted
|
||
|
||
Columbus paced upon the deck
|
||
He knew it was his duty
|
||
He laid his whang into his hand
|
||
and said "Ain't that a beauty!"
|
||
|
||
The sailor's on Columbus' ship
|
||
Each had his private knothole
|
||
But Columbo was a superman
|
||
and used a padded porthole!
|
||
|
||
The bo's'ns mate fell overboard
|
||
The sharks did leap and frolic
|
||
They gobbled him up in one big bite
|
||
And shortly died of colic!
|
||
|
||
For forty days and forty nights
|
||
They sailed the broad Atlantic
|
||
Columbo and his lousy crew
|
||
For want of a piece were frantic!
|
||
|
||
They spied a whore upon the shore
|
||
And off came shirts and collars
|
||
In twenty minutes by the clock
|
||
She'd made ten thousand dollars!
|
||
|
||
With joyful shout they ran about Columbo went back to the Queen
|
||
And practiced fornication Because it was his duty
|
||
When they sailed, they left behind He gave to her a dose of clap
|
||
Ten times the population! He had no other booty
|
||
|
||
And when his men pulled out again So they threw him in a stinking jail
|
||
To take the homeward tour up And left him there to grumble
|
||
They'd caught the Pox from every box A ball and chain tied to his balls
|
||
That syphilized all Europe! So ended poor Columbo!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
32
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE COUNTESS' GARTER
|
||
-Anonymous
|
||
(Tune: "Cornell's Alma Mater")
|
||
(& only sing it when you KNOW your listeners!)
|
||
|
||
High above a Countess' garter, high above her knee
|
||
Lies the key to her successes: her virginity!
|
||
Once she had it, now she's lost it
|
||
It is gone for good!
|
||
She goes down for belted fighters
|
||
Like a Countess should!
|
||
Lift her skirts, Oh lift them gently,
|
||
Lay her on the grass!
|
||
Often are the times I've dreamed of
|
||
A piece of Countess' ass!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE SPERM SONG
|
||
(from Monty Python)
|
||
|
||
There are Jews in the world, There are Buddhists.
|
||
There are Hindus and Mormons and then...
|
||
There are those that follow Mohammed
|
||
But I've never been one of them...
|
||
|
||
I'm a Roman Catholic,
|
||
And have been since before I was born.
|
||
And the one thing they say about Catholics is,
|
||
They'll take you as soon as you're warm.
|
||
|
||
You don't have to be a six-footer,
|
||
You don't have to have a great brain,
|
||
You don't have to have any clothes on,
|
||
You're a Catholic the moment Dad came.
|
||
|
||
Because...
|
||
|
||
Every sperm is sacred, Every sperm is great,
|
||
If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate.
|
||
|
||
Let the heathens spill theirs On the dusty ground,
|
||
God shall make them pay for Each sperm that can't be found.
|
||
|
||
Every sperm is wanted, Every sperm is good,
|
||
Every sperm is needed, In your neighboorhood.
|
||
|
||
Every sperm is useful, Every sperm is fine,
|
||
God needs everybody's, Mine and mine and mine.
|
||
|
||
Let the pagans spill theirs, On mountain here and then,
|
||
God will strike them down for each sperm that's spilt in vain.
|
||
|
||
Every sperm is sacred, Every sperm is good,
|
||
Every sperm is needed In your neighborhood.
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
33
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE FARTING CONTEST
|
||
(Tune: Sweet Betsy From Pike)
|
||
|
||
I'll tell you a story that is sure to please
|
||
Of a great farting contest at Sutton-on-Pease
|
||
Where all the best arses paraded the field
|
||
To compete in a contest for various shields.
|
||
Some tighten their arses and fart up the scale
|
||
To compete for a cup, or a barrel of ale,
|
||
While others, whose arses are biggest and strongest,
|
||
Compete in the section for loudest and longest.
|
||
|
||
Now, this year's event had drawn quite a big crowd
|
||
And the betting was even on Mrs. McDowd
|
||
For it had appeared, in the evening edition,
|
||
That this lady's arse was in perfect condition.
|
||
Miss Bingle arrived amid roars of applause
|
||
And promptly proceeded to pull off her drawers
|
||
For, though she'd no chance in the farting display
|
||
She'd the prettiest bottom you'd see in a day!
|
||
|
||
Now, young Mrs. Porter was backed for a place
|
||
though she'd often been placed in the deepest disgrace
|
||
by dropping a fart on a Sunday in church
|
||
And disturbing the sermon of Reverend McGurk!
|
||
The ladies lined up, at the signal to start,
|
||
And, winning the toss, Mrs. Jones to first fart;
|
||
The people around stood in silence and wonder,
|
||
While her wireless transmitted gale force and thunder!
|
||
|
||
Now, Mrs. McDowd reckoned nothing of this
|
||
For she'd had some weak tea, and was all wind and piss;
|
||
So she took up her place, and her arse opened wide,
|
||
But, unluckily, shit, and was disqualified!
|
||
Then young Mrs. Porter was called to the front
|
||
And started by doing a wonderful stunt:
|
||
She took a deep breath, and, clenching her hands,
|
||
She blew the damnned roof off the popular stands!
|
||
|
||
This left young Miss Bingle, who shyly appeared,
|
||
And smiled at the clergy, who lustily cheered!
|
||
And though it was thought that her chances were small,
|
||
She ran out a winner, out-farting them all!
|
||
She went to the rostrum with dignified gait,
|
||
And took from the Vicar a set of gold plate,
|
||
Then she turned to the clergy, with sweetness sublime,
|
||
And, smiling, said "Come up and see me sometime!"
|
||
|
||
The clergy was shocked by Miss Bingle's remark,
|
||
Though some felt a stirring 'neath vestment and sark,
|
||
Perhaps t'was the wind - but who could have guessed?
|
||
And that was the end of the farting contest!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
34
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
FIGHT FOR LIBERATION
|
||
(Tune: "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp")
|
||
|
||
In a dungeon cell I sit, covered o'er with Royal Shit,
|
||
While our money turns the Kingdoms' filthy mill
|
||
And the Directors as they pass, jam Corpora up our ass
|
||
Well. I guess we've had our Goddam fuckin' fill!
|
||
|
||
CHORUS: Fight, fight, fight for Liberation!
|
||
Break, break, break the Social Scheme!
|
||
Oh, we'll drag the bastards down,
|
||
And we'll grind them in the ground,
|
||
And replace 'em with a Working Class Regime!
|
||
|
||
Oh we'll send a firing squad after Royalty's Tin God
|
||
And the Heralds they will be the next in line
|
||
Then we'll pump some LSD into Their Senilities
|
||
And we'll make 'em fuck the peasants overtime!
|
||
|
||
Oh, we'll take a fuckin' rope, and we'll hang the fuckin' Pope
|
||
And we'll burn the Sistine Chapel to the ground!
|
||
Then we'll turn our tommy-guns on the screaming ravished nuns
|
||
And the People's Voice will be the only sound!
|
||
|
||
So if you hate the Working Class, but you'd like to save your ass
|
||
Then you better give your money to the poor!
|
||
Or we'll sell your mother's twat to a sailor on your yacht
|
||
And we'll turn your favourite daughter to a hoor!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
FOUR DRUNKEN MAIDENS
|
||
|
||
There were three drunken maidens come from the Isle of Wight.
|
||
They drunk from Monday morning, nonstop 'til Saturday night.
|
||
When Saturday night came 'round me boys, they would not then go out.
|
||
These three drunken maidens they pushed the jug about.
|
||
|
||
Then up come handsome Sally, her cheeks as red as bloom.
|
||
Move up me jolly sisters and give young Sally room
|
||
For I'll be your equal before we then go out.
|
||
These four drunken maidens they pushed the jug about.
|
||
|
||
There's woodcock and pheasant, there's partridge and hare,
|
||
There's all sorts of dainties, no scarcity was there.
|
||
There's forty quarts of beer, me boys, they fairly drunk them out.
|
||
These four drunken maidens they pushed the jug about.
|
||
|
||
Then up come the landlord, he's asking for his pay.
|
||
It's a forty pound bill, me boys, these girls have got to pay.
|
||
That's ten pounds apiece, me boys, but still they wouldn't go out.
|
||
These four drunken maidens they pushed the jug about.
|
||
|
||
Oh, where are your feathered hats, your mantles rich and fine?
|
||
They've all been swallowed up in tankards of good wine.
|
||
And where are your maidenheads, you maidens brisk and gay?
|
||
We left them in the alehouse, we drunk them clear away!
|
||
*
|
||
35
|
||
THE FRIGGIN' FALCON
|
||
-Theodore R. Cogswell
|
||
(Tune: "Ghost Riders In the Sky")
|
||
|
||
I was walkin' out one evening by the friggin' reservoir
|
||
A-wishing that I had a quid to pay my friggin' score
|
||
My head it was a-achin' and my throat was parched and dry
|
||
So I up and sent a little prayer wingin' to the sky
|
||
|
||
Then there came a friggin' falcon and He walked upon the waves
|
||
And I said "A friggin' miracle!" and sang a couple staves
|
||
Of a friggin' churchly ballad I learned at me mother's knee
|
||
But when the friggin' bird took off he went and spattered me!
|
||
|
||
I dropped upon my friggin' knees and bowed my friggin' head
|
||
And said three friggin' Aves for all the friggin' dead
|
||
And then I rose up to my feet and said another ten
|
||
The friggin' bird burst into flame and spattered me again!
|
||
|
||
The falcon blazed up in the sky just like a friggin' sun
|
||
And seared my friggin' eyelids shut and when the job was done
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He whooshed across the friggin' sky just like a shooting star
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I went to see the friggin' priest; he bummed my last cigar!
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I told him of the burning bird, he told me of the Rose
|
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I showed him guano in my hair, the bastard held his nose!
|
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So I went to see the Bishop, but the friggin' Bishop said
|
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"Go home and sleep it off, you sod, and wash your friggin' head!"
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Then I came upon a friggin' wake for a lousy friggin' swine
|
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By the name of Jock O'Leary and I touched his head with mine
|
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He sat up in his friggin' box, and he shook his friggin' head
|
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His wife pulled out a .44, and filled him full of lead!
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Then I lost my friggin' temper and let out a friggin' yell
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"Blow one more hole in poor old Jock and I'll see you burn in Hell!"
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And once again I raised him up and brought him back to life
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Jock whimpered as his head came off...this time she used a knife!
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And then she flopped upon her knees and started in to pray
|
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"Please, Lord," she said, "It's thirty years I've waited for this day!"
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Still I went about the friggin' town to heal the friggin' lame
|
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But every time I raised them up, they got knocked down again!
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How the good Lord sends His blessings down in a friggin' curious way
|
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But when He's marked a man for Love, that Love is there to stay
|
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But the way you've got to use that Love is a friggin' queer affair
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There ain't no point to raisin' stiffs, and there ain't no point to prayer
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And this I know because I've got an ever-flowing sign
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For every time I wash my head, the water turns to wine!
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And I give it free to working blokes to brighten their poor lives
|
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So they don't kick no dogs around, or beat up on their wives
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For there ain't no point to miracles like walking on the sea
|
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They crucified the Son of God, but they don't muck with me!
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For I leave the friggin' blind alone and the dying and the dead
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But every day at four o'clock...I wash my friggin' head!
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*
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36
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*
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GOD REST YE UNITARIANS
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(Author Unknown)
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God rest ye, Unitarians, let nothing you dismay!
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Remember that there is no proof there was a Chistmas Day
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For Christmas really started as a pagan holiday.
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CHORUS: Oh, glad tidings of reason and fact,
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Reason and fact.
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Glad tidings of reason and fact.
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We're too sophisticated to believe in tales so old.
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We know that human avarice means too much bought and sold
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We only celebrate because this season is so cold.
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No wise men traveled from the East, the journey's far too long.
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There were no shepherds in the fields, the time of year's all wrong.
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We don't believe in angels; that rules out the angels' song!
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*
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GOD'S GREAT GIFTS
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(from Monty Python)
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All things dull and ugly, All creatures great and squat
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All things rude and nasty, The Lord God made the lot.
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Each little snake that poisons, Each little wasp that stings
|
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He made their brutish venom, He made their horrid wings.
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All things sick and cancerous, All evil great and small
|
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All things foul and dangerous, The Lord God made them all.
|
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|
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Each nasty little hornet, Each beastly little squid
|
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Who made the spikey urchin, Who made the sharks? He did.
|
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All things scabbed and ulcerous, All pox both great and small
|
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Putrid, foul and gangrenous, The Lord God made them all.
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Amen.
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*
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37
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*
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GOODBYE TO ALL THAT
|
||
-John Ball
|
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(Tune: "Farewell to the Rhondda")
|
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CHORUS: Farewell you Kingdom officers, the politics and crap;
|
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Farewell you Hatted Valley Girls, we never will come back!
|
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The foreign wars are calling, at least the money's good!
|
||
And you can take your Kingdom and do with it what you would!
|
||
|
||
Our fathers built a Kingdom, from nothing in the desert
|
||
I watched them work with heart and soul to build
|
||
Something worthwhile, for the keeping, but now my heart is weeping
|
||
And I can't stay and see their dreaming killed!
|
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|
||
Chivalry and honour, courtesie and kindness
|
||
Are words that are forgotten and ignored
|
||
For we must fight to win, and counting blows' a sin
|
||
So I think I'll go and join the bloody Horde!
|
||
|
||
The Belted Boys are arrogant; they think they run the Kingdom
|
||
They've made the Dream into a bloody whore!
|
||
For chivalry's forgotten, and the membership is droppin'
|
||
And I'll not put up with it any more!
|
||
|
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|
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*
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38
|
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THE GOOD SHIP VENUS
|
||
-Anonymous
|
||
|
||
It was on the good ship Venus The Captain's name was Morgan
|
||
My God, you should have seen us! By God, he was a gorgon!
|
||
The figurehead was a whore in bed, Ten times each day sweet tunes he'd play
|
||
And the mast, an upright penis! On his reproductive organ!
|
||
|
||
The Captain of this lugger The Captain's wife was Mable
|
||
He was a dirty bugger! To screw, she wasn't able
|
||
He wasn't fit to shovel shit So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits
|
||
From one place to another! Across the Captain's table!
|
||
|
||
The Mate's name it was Andy
|
||
By God, he had a dandy!
|
||
Till they crushed his cock with a jagged rock
|
||
For coming in the brandy!
|
||
|
||
The second mate was Hooper Another daughter, Charlotte
|
||
By God, he was a trooper! Born and bred a harlot
|
||
He jerked and jerked until he worked At night her thighs were lily white
|
||
Himself into a stupor! By morning they were scarlet!
|
||
|
||
The cabin boy, the cabin boy, The Captain's dog was Rover
|
||
The dirty little nipper; We rolled that poor dog over
|
||
He filled his ass with broken glass, Ten times each day all along the way
|
||
And circumcised the Skipper! From Calais back to Dover!
|
||
|
||
The Captain's daughter, Mable, The Boatswains Mate named Carter
|
||
Was ready, willing and able, Was quite an able farter
|
||
To fornicate with the second mate Played anything from "God Save the Queen"
|
||
Upon the chartroom table! To Beethoven's " 'Moon' Sonata"
|
||
|
||
The Captain's daughter, Mary, The Captain had a First Mate
|
||
Had never lost her cherry, He loved him like a brother
|
||
The men grew bold, and offered gold: And every night in the pale moonlight
|
||
Now there's no Virgin Mary! They buggered one another!
|
||
|
||
The Captain's other daughter The passengers were whiney
|
||
Fell in the deep sea water They'd drunk up all their winey
|
||
Delighted squeals revealed that eels From bed to bed they looked for head
|
||
Had found her sexual quarter! But settled for some hiney.
|
||
|
||
Aboard the good ship Venus The Captain had a one-eyed cat
|
||
We sailors all were henious: He kept it in the cabin
|
||
It was our fate to masturbate He rubbed its ass with axle grease
|
||
And that develops meanness! And started in a-jabbin'!
|
||
|
||
The trip it was exciting
|
||
The pleasures were inviting
|
||
All day we blew - all night we'd screw
|
||
By artificial lighting!
|
||
|
||
One day the good ship foundered And when we reached our station
|
||
On crags our bags were pound(er)ed We found to our elation
|
||
We stubbed our cocks against the rocks, The ship had sunk in a sea of spunk
|
||
And then, we all were drownd(er)ed! From mutual masturbation!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
39
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
HAS ANYBODY SEEN MY LORD?
|
||
(Tune: "Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue.")
|
||
|
||
Five foot nine
|
||
He's divine
|
||
Born and raised in Palestine
|
||
Has anybody seen my Lord?
|
||
|
||
He can heal the sick
|
||
Raise the dead
|
||
Does neat things with fish and bread
|
||
Has anybody seen my Lord?
|
||
|
||
So if you run into a six foot Jew,
|
||
|
||
(does anyone have the rest of the words to this?)
|
||
|
||
Variant from Smokey Layton:
|
||
|
||
Five foot nine
|
||
From Palestine
|
||
He can change your water to wine
|
||
Has anybody seen my Lord?
|
||
|
||
He is Boss
|
||
He is Cool
|
||
Watch Him walk across your pool
|
||
Has anybody seen my Lord?
|
||
|
||
He can brag
|
||
He can boast
|
||
His mother was a Virgin and his Father was a Ghost
|
||
Has anybody seen my Lord?
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
I AM AN ANGLICAN
|
||
Tune: "God Bless America"
|
||
|
||
I am an Anglican, I am P.E. (Protestant Episcopal)
|
||
I'm not High Church, nor Low Church,
|
||
But I'm Protestant, and Catholic and free!
|
||
Not a Presby, not a Luth'ran
|
||
Not a Baptist, white with foam!
|
||
I am an Anglican, Just one step from Rome!
|
||
I am an Anglican, Just one step from Rome!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
40
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
I'LL GO NO MORE A-ROVIN'
|
||
-Traditional (Elizabethan period)
|
||
|
||
CHORUS: I'll go no more a'rovin' with you fair maid!
|
||
A'rovin', a'rovin', since rovin's been my ru-i-n,
|
||
I'll go no more a'rovin' with you fair maid!
|
||
|
||
(v.1) (v.5)
|
||
In Plymouth town there lives a maid. She said, "My Lord you are quite bold."
|
||
Bless you young women. Bless you young women.
|
||
In Plymouth Town there lives a maid. She said, "My Lord you are quite bold.
|
||
Now mind what I do say Now mind what I do say.
|
||
In Plymouth town there lives a maid She said, "My Lord you are quite bold."
|
||
She is the mistress of her trade Until she saw my purse of gold.
|
||
Chorus: Chorus:
|
||
|
||
(v.2) (v.6)
|
||
I took this fair maid for a walk. I took her hand into my own.
|
||
Bless you young women. Bless you young women.
|
||
I took this fair maid for a walk. I took her hand into my own.
|
||
Now mind what I do say Now mind what I do say.
|
||
I took this fair maid for a walk I took her hand into my own
|
||
And we had a lovin' "talk". And we went to her own home.
|
||
Chorus: Chorus:
|
||
|
||
(v.3) (v.7)
|
||
I put my hand upon her knee She dearly loved to scratch and bite.
|
||
Bless you young women Bless you young women.
|
||
I put my hand upon her knee She dearly loved to scratch and bite
|
||
Now mind what I do say Now mind what I do say.
|
||
I put my hand upon her knee She dearly loved to scratch and bite
|
||
She said, "My Lord you are quite free." She kept me up the whole damn night
|
||
Chorus: Chorus:
|
||
|
||
(v.4) (v.8)
|
||
I put my hand upon her thigh Her methods were unorthodox
|
||
Bless you young women Bless you young women.
|
||
I put my hand upon her thigh Her methods were unorthodox
|
||
Now mind what I do say Now mind what I do say.
|
||
I put my hand upon her thigh Her methods were unorthodox
|
||
She said, "My Lord you are quite high." She gave to me the Spanish Pox
|
||
Chorus: Chorus:
|
||
|
||
(v.9)
|
||
This strange disease she gave to me
|
||
Bless you young women.
|
||
This strange disease she gave to me
|
||
Now mind what I do say.
|
||
This strange disease she gave to me
|
||
I paid for it but you may have it free.
|
||
Chorus:
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
41
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
IN DAYS OF OLD
|
||
-Anonymous & Ioseph of Locksley
|
||
(Tune: "The Girl I left Behind Me")
|
||
|
||
SCA: In days of old, when knights were bold,
|
||
And rubbers weren't invented;
|
||
They used old socks
|
||
To cover up their jocks
|
||
And babies were prevented!
|
||
But now we're in the SCA
|
||
And we always get our fill, sir!
|
||
For the boys take matters firm in hand
|
||
And the girls are on the Pill, sir!
|
||
|
||
In days of old, when knights were bold,
|
||
And women weren't particular
|
||
They lined them up
|
||
Against the wall
|
||
And diddled 'em perpendicular!
|
||
But now we're in the SCA
|
||
And any old way is fine, sir!
|
||
So choose your lass and go to town,
|
||
As long as she's not mine, sir!
|
||
|
||
In days of old, when knights were bold
|
||
And paper not invented
|
||
They wiped their ass
|
||
With tufts of grass
|
||
And, thereby, were contented!
|
||
But now we're in the SCA
|
||
And a public park's a gas, sir!
|
||
For a toilet seat is very neat
|
||
When you have to park your ass, sir!
|
||
|
||
MUNDANE: Last night I slept in a hollow log
|
||
With the girl I love beside me;
|
||
Tonight I sleep in a feather bed
|
||
And she's right there beside me
|
||
|
||
She jumped in bed and covered up her head
|
||
And said I couldn't find her
|
||
But she knew damn well she lied like hell
|
||
So I jumped in bed beside her!
|
||
|
||
I diddled her once, I diddled her twice,
|
||
I diddled her once too often.....
|
||
I broke a spring, or some damn thing
|
||
I diddled her to her coffin......
|
||
|
||
(shouted:) DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
42
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
JENNY BE FAIR
|
||
-Buffy Sainte-Marie
|
||
(copyright date unknown)
|
||
(altered for male singer by Ioseph of Locksley)
|
||
|
||
Oh, Jenny be fair and Jenny be fine and wants me for to wed.
|
||
And I would marry Jenny but me father up and said,
|
||
"I'm sad to tell you, son of mine, what your mother never knew,
|
||
But Jenny is a child of mine, and so is kin to you."
|
||
|
||
Oh, Mary be fair, and .....
|
||
|
||
Oh, Coleen be fair, and .....
|
||
|
||
( Change names as needed, repeat as many times as you want. )
|
||
|
||
You never saw a lad so sad and sorry as I was,
|
||
The girls in town are all my kin and me father is the cause.
|
||
If life should thus continue I'm a batchelor for sure
|
||
So I will go to Mother and complain of this to her.
|
||
|
||
"Well, son of mine, I've taught you to forgive and to forget,
|
||
And if your father sowed his oats, well, still you needn't fret.
|
||
Your father may be father to all the girls, but still,
|
||
He's not the one who fathered you, so marry who you will!"
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE POP CANS
|
||
-- Nate Bucklin
|
||
(Tune: "Jesus Loves the Little Children")
|
||
|
||
Jesus loves the little pop cans
|
||
All the little pop cans of the world
|
||
Coke or Pepsi, Tab or Sprite
|
||
All are precious in his sight
|
||
Jesus loves the little pop cans of the world!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
JESUS SAVES
|
||
(Tune: chorus of "Battle Hymn of the Republic")
|
||
|
||
Jesus puts his money in the First National Bank
|
||
Jesus puts his money in the First National Bank
|
||
Jesus puts his money in the First National Bank
|
||
Jesus saves, Jesus, saves, Jesus saves!
|
||
(But Moses -invests!-) (to tune: "Good evening, friends!")
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
43
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE JIMMY SWAGGERT SONG
|
||
-Author unknown
|
||
(Tune: "Dick Darby The Cobbler")
|
||
|
||
Oh, me name is Jimmy Swaggert, I'm a preacher,
|
||
I used to save souls on TV
|
||
But they caught me carousing with floozies
|
||
And they've taken my program from me!
|
||
|
||
(CHORUS): With me ing twing of an ing thing of an eye do
|
||
W'i me ing twing of an ing thing of an eye day,
|
||
W'i me roo-boo-boo roo-boo-boo randy,
|
||
And me bankroll gets bigger each day!
|
||
|
||
Well, when I was a lad, ma would scold me
|
||
Sayin' "James, keep your hands off your crotch!"
|
||
Well to do so was "dirty" she told me,
|
||
But she never said I couldn't watch!
|
||
|
||
Well, they labeled Jim Bakker a pervert,
|
||
And they called me a lecher, it's true;
|
||
Even though I never did nothin'
|
||
I just asked for a room with a view....
|
||
|
||
Well, my sorrows they soon will be over,
|
||
And I'll soon be a rich man again,
|
||
For I've just sold my story to Playboy,
|
||
And the movie rights to MGM!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
44
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE KINGDOM THAT SWALLOWED A LIE
|
||
-Ardjukk Afraid-of-His-Cats
|
||
|
||
There once was a Kingdom that swallowed a LIE
|
||
I don't know why they swallowed a LIE......
|
||
Perhaps they'll die!
|
||
|
||
There once was a Kingdom that swallowed a RULE
|
||
"The King's Word is Law" (We learn it in school!)
|
||
They swallowed the RULE to hold up the LIE
|
||
I don't know why they swallowed the LIE
|
||
Perhaps they'll die!
|
||
|
||
There once was a Kingdom that swallowed some BULL
|
||
"The knights run the Kingdom, they have all the pull!"
|
||
They swallowed the BULL to back up the RULE
|
||
"The King's Word is Law!" (We learn it in school..)
|
||
They swallowed the RULE to hold up the LIE
|
||
And I don't know why they swallowed the LIE
|
||
Perhaps they'll die!
|
||
|
||
There once was a Kingdom got screwed by the CROWN
|
||
Bent over, and down, they got screwed by the CROWN
|
||
They got screwed by the CROWN 'cause they swallowed the BULL
|
||
(etc as above)
|
||
I don't know why they swallowed the LIE......
|
||
Perhaps they'll die!
|
||
|
||
There once was a Kingdom that wrote to the BOARD
|
||
They wrote to the BOARD in great disaccord
|
||
They wrote to the BOARD they'd been screwed by the CROWN
|
||
Bent over and down, they were screwed by the CROWN
|
||
(etc as above)
|
||
And I don't know why they swallowed the LIE......
|
||
Perhaps they'll die!
|
||
|
||
There once was a Kingdom that took up the SWORD
|
||
'Cause they didn't get shit when they wrote to the BOARD
|
||
They took up the SWORD when they wrote to the BOARD
|
||
They wrote to the BOARD in great disaccord
|
||
(etc as above)
|
||
I don't know why they swallowed the LIE......
|
||
Perhaps they'll die!
|
||
|
||
There once was a Kingdom that threw up the LIE
|
||
Right in their eye, they threw up the LIE
|
||
They threw up the LIE and they changed all the RULES
|
||
Opened Crown Tourney to all but the fools,
|
||
They opened Crown Tourney to sweep up the BULL
|
||
And let in the People, a real Miracle!
|
||
They swept up the BULL and laughed at the BOARD
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And every man-jack of 'em joined the Dark Horde!
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And so they lived happy, and wealthy and wise
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And if this is treason, then it's all a LIE
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Can YOU see why?
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*
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*
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LONDON DERRIERE
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-Ioseph of Locksley
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(Tune: "Londonderry Aire" aka "Danny Boy")
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(c) copyright 1990 W.J.Bethancourt III
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I watch you walk upon the streets of London
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Your mini-skirt stretched tight, and looking sweet
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I watch you walk, and walk into a lampost
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I didn't see, upon the London street.
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So turn your back, and wiggle softly from me!
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With mini-skirt, (perhaps, no underwear!)
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Your legs are great! But, by the Gods above me!
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I watch your wondrous London derriere!
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The Paris girls are wonders full of beauty,
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And California grows the Long-stemmed L.A. rose,
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Berlin nights are full of life, and lovely,
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But London girls don't wear no panty-hose!
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So turn your back, and wiggle softly from me!
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And let me watch, and dream a dream so rare:
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In my hotel, you naked there above me
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Sit on my face with your London derriere!
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*
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*
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THE MERMAID
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-Shel Silverstein
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When I was a lad in a fishing town,
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an old man said to me
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You can spend your life, your jolly life,
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a-sailing on the sea
|
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You can search the world for pretty girls
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'til your eyes grow weak and dim
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But don't go swimmin' with a mermaid, son,
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if you don't know how to swim!
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'Cause her hair is green as sea-weed
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Her lips are blue and pale
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I'll tell you now before you start
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You can love that girl with all your heart
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But you'll only love the upper part;
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You will -not- like the tail!
|
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I signed on to a whalin' ship,
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and my very first day at sea
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I spied a mermaid in the waves,
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a-reachin' out to me
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Come live with me in the sea, said she,
|
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and down on the ocean's floor
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I'll show you a million wond'rous sights
|
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you've never seen before!
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So I jumped on in and she pulled me down,
|
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down to her sea-weed bed
|
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A pillow she made of tortoise shells,
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and placed beneath my head
|
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She fed me shrimp and caviar
|
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from a silvery dish
|
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She was just my taste (down to her waist)
|
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but the rest of her was fish!
|
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Her hair was green as seaweed
|
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Her lips were blue and pale
|
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Her face it was a work of art
|
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But I only gave her half my heart
|
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'Cause tho I loved the upper part;
|
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I did -not- like the tail!
|
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|
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And then one day when I looked up
|
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I saw a sailin' ship
|
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And I met the stare of a millionaire
|
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Out on a fishing trip
|
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A diamond ring he tied on a string
|
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And lowered it down to her
|
||
And my love divine, she went for the line
|
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And went for the usual lure!
|
||
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(more)
|
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47
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The Mermaid (cont.)
|
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|
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So I sighed in the rolling tide,
|
||
and I cried to the clams and the whales
|
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How I missed her hair and her seagreen eyes;
|
||
I missed the shine of her scales
|
||
Just then her sister swam on by,
|
||
and set my heart a-whirl....
|
||
For her upper part was an ugly old fish.....
|
||
but the -bottom- half was GIRL!
|
||
Her toes are round and rosey!
|
||
Her legs are slim and pale!
|
||
Her face might not be a work of art
|
||
But I love that girl with all my heart
|
||
And I don't give a damn about the upper part
|
||
That's how I end my tale! ('cause now I'm getting tail!)
|
||
|
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*
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|
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*
|
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MOLLY MALONE
|
||
-Ioseph of Locksley
|
||
|
||
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls have no titties
|
||
T'was there that I first met sweet Molly Malone
|
||
You could have her for a penny, and be one of many,
|
||
But for sixpence she would act alive, alive-o!
|
||
|
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Alive, alive-o! Alive alive-o!
|
||
But for sixpence she would act alive, alive-o!
|
||
|
||
She was a street walker, and sure t'was no wonder
|
||
For so were her mother and grandmother too,
|
||
With a mattress on the barrow, thru streets broad and narrow,
|
||
And for sixpence they would act alive, alive-o!
|
||
|
||
Alive, alive-o! Alive alive-o!
|
||
And for sixpence they would act alive, alive-o!
|
||
|
||
She died of a fever, and no one could save her;
|
||
It was caught from a folkie from Ontario,
|
||
Now her ghost wheels the barrow thru streets broad and narrow
|
||
But a ghost can't be had that's alive, alive-o!
|
||
|
||
Alive, alive-o! Alive alive-o!
|
||
But a ghost can't be had that's alive, alive-o!
|
||
|
||
*
|
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||
48
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*
|
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THE MODEST WENCH
|
||
-David of Bagulay
|
||
|
||
A comely young wench from the south
|
||
Went travelling far and free
|
||
She said "I'm searching for love as true as the dove!"
|
||
And she came to the north country
|
||
|
||
CHORUS: Saying "I beg your pardon, Sir!
|
||
I am but a modest wench....
|
||
A lovely lively lusty busty rather outrageous wench
|
||
But a modest one, nevertheless!"
|
||
|
||
She met with two grinning dwarves
|
||
Said one to the other: "What bliss!
|
||
You stand on her shoulder; together we'll hold her
|
||
And give her a rousing kiss!"
|
||
|
||
She met with a leering banker
|
||
Who said "Banking has various facets...
|
||
I could invest all your money till the ledgers looked funny,
|
||
But I'd rather hold onto your assets!"
|
||
|
||
She met with a hungry giant
|
||
Who roared in stentorian tones
|
||
"To pepper I'd falter; I'd rather assault her
|
||
before I devour her bones!"
|
||
|
||
She met with a country lout
|
||
who said,"Massage me here on this hummock.
|
||
Like my girlfriend who felt she should stop at the belt
|
||
And never got up to my stomach..."
|
||
|
||
She met with a charming minstrel
|
||
"At last sir can you show me true love?"
|
||
He chortled with glee as he patted her knee
|
||
He rubbed his hands as he fired up his glands
|
||
He looked very droll as he turned into a troll
|
||
And sneered "Certainly! From below or above!"
|
||
|
||
"I beg your pardon, sir!
|
||
I -was- but a modest wench...
|
||
A lovely lively lusty busty rather outrageous wench
|
||
But a modest one....never the more!"
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
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49
|
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THE MOOSE SONG
|
||
-Thomas Payton, et. al.
|
||
(tune: "Betsy From Pike")
|
||
|
||
When I was a young girl (man) I used to like boys (girls),
|
||
I fondled their tights (bodies) and played with their toys (curls),
|
||
But me boy (girl) friend ran off with a salesman named Bruce,
|
||
You'd never get treatment like that from a Moose!
|
||
|
||
CHORUS: So it's Moose, Moose, I like a Moose,
|
||
I've never had anything quite like a Moose,
|
||
I've had many lovers, my life has been loose,
|
||
But I've never had anything quite like a Moose!
|
||
|
||
Now when I'm in need of a very good lay,
|
||
I go to me stables and gets me some hay,
|
||
I opens me window and spreads it around,
|
||
'Cause Moose always comes when there's hay on the ground!
|
||
|
||
Now I've made it with all kinds of beasties with hair,
|
||
I'd make it with snakes if their fangs were not there,
|
||
I've made it with walrus, two ducks and a goose,
|
||
But I've never had anything quite like a Moose!
|
||
|
||
Now gorillas are fine for a Saturday night,
|
||
And lions and tigers, they puts up a fight,
|
||
But it just ain't the same when you slams your caboose
|
||
As the feeling you gets when you humps with a Moose!
|
||
|
||
I've tried many beasties on land or on sea
|
||
I've even tried hump-backs that humped back on me!
|
||
Sharks are quite good, tho they're hard to pull loose
|
||
But on dry land there is nothing quite like a moose!
|
||
|
||
Woodchucks are all right except that they bite
|
||
And foxes and rabbits won't last thru the night!
|
||
Cows would be fun, but they're hard to seduce
|
||
But you never need worry should you find a moose!
|
||
|
||
Step in my study, and trophies you'll find
|
||
A black striped tiger and scruffy maned lion
|
||
You'll know the elephant by his ivory tooth
|
||
And the one that's a-winking, you know is the moose!
|
||
|
||
The lion succumbed to a thirty-ought-six
|
||
Machine guns and tigers I've proved do not mix
|
||
The elephant fell by a bomb with a fuse
|
||
But I won't tell a soul how I did in the moose!
|
||
|
||
I've found many women attracted to me
|
||
A few of them have had me over for tea
|
||
Some say that they love me when they're feeling loose
|
||
But I'd trade the world's women for one lovely moose!
|
||
|
||
The good Lord made Adam, and then He made Eve
|
||
Said He: "If you sin now, I'll ask you to leave!"
|
||
They left not because of Eve's forbidden fruit
|
||
But 'cause Adam decided the moose there were cute!
|
||
|
||
(more!)
|
||
50
|
||
The Moose Song (Cont.)
|
||
|
||
The English are said to like boars who've had corn
|
||
The Celtics just dream of the young Unicorn
|
||
The Germans, it's said, just need leather and rope
|
||
But give me a moose and I'll no longer mope!
|
||
|
||
Now I've broken the laws in this god-awful state
|
||
They've put me in prison and locked up the gate
|
||
They say that tomorrow I'll swing from a noose
|
||
But my last night I'll spend with a good sexy moose!
|
||
|
||
Next morning the Governor's word reached my ears
|
||
"We've commuted your sentence to ninety-nine years!"
|
||
"You won't get parole; not a five minute's truce,
|
||
And your friend goes to Sing-Sing, he's so big-a-moose!"
|
||
|
||
(slowly) Now that I'm old and advanced in me years,
|
||
I'll look back on me life, and I'll shed me no tears,
|
||
As I sit in me chair with me glass of Mateuse,
|
||
And play hide the salami with Marvin (Millie) the Moose!
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
OLD DRUBBED DING
|
||
-Anonymous
|
||
(Tune: "Old Used Queen")
|
||
|
||
Once I was a swyver of the finest kind, a ruler of the bed
|
||
But now I spend my days as an old used thing and I find I'm rubbed too red!
|
||
With a hey-ho derry up and down I sing,
|
||
never any fun for an old drubbed ding!
|
||
|
||
My owner spends his time in solemn prayer, and dreams of naked flesh
|
||
I spend MY time in clothbound walls getting slapped when we`re too fresh
|
||
With a hey-ho derry up and down I sing,
|
||
never some relief for an old drubbed ding!
|
||
|
||
The other men they sit and talk of baring, thrust and fling
|
||
But when I come out the wenches flee, and won't give me a thing
|
||
With a hey-ho derry up and down I sing,
|
||
never any girls for an old drubbed ding!
|
||
|
||
The other ones can rise and dive and frolic near the ass
|
||
I'm the Model of Priapus, I'm hard as hell, but must not make a pass!
|
||
With a hey-ho derry up and down I sing
|
||
never any fun for an old drubbed ding!
|
||
|
||
But someday soon there'll be a change, in Martin Luther's "rise,"
|
||
And the Reformation's opening "shot" will land between his eyes!
|
||
With a Hey-ho derry up and down WE'LL sing,
|
||
Then there will be FUN for an old drubbed ding!
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
51
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
ONE-BALL RILEY
|
||
-Traditional Irish
|
||
|
||
As I was sittin by the fire
|
||
talking to O'Riley's daughter
|
||
suddenly a thought came into my head:
|
||
I'd like to shag O'Riley's daughter
|
||
|
||
(Chorus): Giddy aye ay, giddy aye ay,
|
||
giddy aye ay for the one-ball Riley
|
||
Giddy aye ay: (three claps or stomps)
|
||
try it on yer own big drum!
|
||
|
||
Her hair was black and her eyes were blue
|
||
The Colonel and the Major and the Captain sought her
|
||
The Sergeant and the Private and the Drummer boy too
|
||
All of 'em shagged O'Riley's daughter!
|
||
|
||
Riley played on the big bass drum;
|
||
Riley had a mind for murder and slaughter
|
||
Riley had a bright red glitterin eye
|
||
and he kept that eye on his lovely daughter
|
||
|
||
While walking thru the park one day
|
||
Who should I spy but Riley's daughter?
|
||
Never a word I had to say
|
||
But "Don't you think we really oughter?"
|
||
|
||
Got me a bottle and a condom too,
|
||
got me hands on Riley's daughter
|
||
settled me down for a good old time
|
||
doin' things we shouldn't oughter
|
||
|
||
Up the stairs and into bed
|
||
I shagged and shagged until I stove her
|
||
Never a word that maiden said
|
||
just laughed like hell till the fun was over!
|
||
|
||
Suddenly a footstep on the stair
|
||
who should it be but Riley out for slaughter
|
||
with two pistols in his hands
|
||
lookin for the man that shagged his daughter
|
||
|
||
Grabbed Old Riley by the ball,
|
||
rammed his head in a pail of water
|
||
shoved them pistols up his ass
|
||
a damn sight quicker than I shagged his daughter!
|
||
|
||
As I go walkin' down the street
|
||
People shout from every corner
|
||
There's the randy sonofabitch
|
||
That finally shagged Old Riley's daughter!
|
||
|
||
Now all you lasses, all you maids
|
||
Answer me now, and don't speak shyly
|
||
Would you have it straight and true
|
||
Or the way I gave it to One-Ball Riley?
|
||
*
|
||
52
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
OUR BABY DIED LAST NIGHT
|
||
|
||
Our Baby died last night
|
||
It lived for 48 hours
|
||
And it cost a hundred dollars
|
||
It was a lousy baby, anyway.
|
||
|
||
His head it turned to mush;
|
||
It skwushed between my fingers;
|
||
The memory still lingers;
|
||
It was a lousy baby, anyway.
|
||
|
||
Although he tried to bite us
|
||
He died for just to spite us
|
||
Of spinal meningitus
|
||
It was a lousy baby, anyway...
|
||
|
||
(spoken:) So we ate it.....cold.
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
53
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE POPE
|
||
|
||
There's a man who lives over the ocean
|
||
And who has got a great notion
|
||
That he is the World's Greatest Hope
|
||
He's Giovanni Montini, the Pope
|
||
|
||
CHORUS: Giovanni Batista Montini
|
||
He lives in the Vatican-nini
|
||
He's Italian; he doesn't use soap
|
||
He's Giovanni Montini, the Pope!
|
||
|
||
When Atheists try to distract him
|
||
He doesn't let it upset him,
|
||
He just makes the High Sign on his chest,
|
||
Lets his Boss Man take care of the rest!
|
||
|
||
No cherub could ever sub-pee-ni
|
||
Giovanni Batista Montini
|
||
For how can you possibly quibble
|
||
With a man who is infalli-bibble?
|
||
|
||
CHORUS: Giovanni Batista Montini
|
||
He lives in the Vatican-nini
|
||
And he don't even have to smoke dope
|
||
'Cause he's Giovanni Montini
|
||
You know who I mean-i
|
||
The one with the beanie!
|
||
Giovanni Montini, the Pope!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
54
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
PLASTIC JESUS
|
||
|
||
I don't care if it rains or freezes, long as I got my plastic Jesus
|
||
Riding on the dashboard of my car
|
||
Thru my trials and tribulations, and my travels thru the nations
|
||
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far!
|
||
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus, riding on the dashboard of my car
|
||
Thru my trials and tribulations, and my travels thru the nations
|
||
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far!
|
||
|
||
I don't care if its dark or scary, long as I have Magnetic Mary
|
||
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
|
||
I feel I'm protected, amply, got the whole damn Holy Family
|
||
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
|
||
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
|
||
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
|
||
But I think he'll have to go, his magnet ruins my radio
|
||
And if I have a wreck he'll leave a scar!
|
||
|
||
Riding down a thoroughfare, with His Nose up in the air
|
||
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind
|
||
Trouble coming He don't see, he just keeps an eye on me
|
||
And any other thing that lies behind
|
||
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
|
||
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
|
||
Tho the sunshine on His Back makes Him peel and chip and crack
|
||
A little patching keeps Him up to par!
|
||
|
||
When pedestrians try to cross, I just let' em know who's boss
|
||
I never blow the horn or give them warning
|
||
I ride all over town, a-tryin' to run 'em down!
|
||
And its seldom that they live to see the morning
|
||
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
|
||
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
|
||
His Halo fits just right, and I use It for a sight!
|
||
And they scatter, or they'll splatter near and far!
|
||
|
||
When I'm in a traffic jam, he don't care if I say "Damn!"
|
||
I can let all sorts of curses roll
|
||
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear, for He has a plastic Ear
|
||
The man who invented plastic saved my soul!
|
||
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
|
||
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
|
||
Once His Robe was snowy-white, now it isn't quite so bright
|
||
Stained by the smoke from my cigar
|
||
|
||
If I weave around at night, and the police think I'm tight
|
||
They'll never find my bottle, tho they ask
|
||
Plastic Jesus shelters me, for His Head comes off, you see:
|
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He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask!
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Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
|
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Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
|
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Ride with me and have a dram of the Blood of the Lamb
|
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Plastic Jesus is a Holy bar!
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*
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55
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*
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PUFF THE JEWISH DRAGON
|
||
-Anonymous
|
||
(Tune: "Puff the Magic Dragon")
|
||
|
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Puff the Jewish dragon, lived in Palestine,
|
||
And frolicked in the synagogue and drank Manischewitz wine.
|
||
Little Rabbi Goldberg loved that dragon Puff,
|
||
And fed him lox and matzoh balls and other kosher stuff.
|
||
|
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Then one day it happened, Puff was eating pork,
|
||
Little Rabbi Goldberg took that dragon for a walk.
|
||
Gently he explained that dragons don't eat meat
|
||
That comes from little piggies that have dirty filthy feet.
|
||
|
||
Then Puff became Bar Mitzvah, put on tefillin every day,
|
||
Wrapped up in his tallis that's the way that he would pray;
|
||
Made brachos before eating, benched after every meal -
|
||
Imagine how religious it made that dragon feel.
|
||
|
||
Now there were some people who did things just for spite.
|
||
They'd curse Jews and attack them just to get into a fight.
|
||
When Puff the dragon saw this, he roared a mighty roar -
|
||
Now those wicked people are not with us anymore.
|
||
|
||
Now Puff the Jewish dragon found himself a bride,
|
||
Now little kosher dragons are his source of joy and pride.
|
||
They'll grow up doing mitzvahs, learning Torah, praying too,
|
||
With Rabbi Goldberg teaching them what kosher dragons do.
|
||
|
||
You who may be listening may think we're making fun,
|
||
But deep down in this story is a moral for everyone.
|
||
If dragons can wear a kippah, keep Shabbos and Kosher too,
|
||
Then you can learn, like Puff did, to be a real good Jew.
|
||
|
||
*
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56
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*
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PUFF, THE TRAGIC FAGGOT
|
||
-Anonymous
|
||
(Tune: "Puff, The Magic Dragon")
|
||
|
||
Puff, the tragic faggot, went on a spree
|
||
And terrorized the people at the Nudist Colony!
|
||
Little Jackie Paper, loved that rascal, Puff,
|
||
But wished he wouldn't use so much of that "greasy kid stuff!"
|
||
|
||
CHORUS: Puff, the tragic faggot, went on a spree
|
||
And terrorized the people at the Nudist Colony! (2X)
|
||
|
||
Together they would travel, like a boat with billowed sail
|
||
Jackie kept his fingers pressed 'neath Puff's romantic tail
|
||
Noble Kings and Princes bowed low whene're they came
|
||
Pirates lowered EVERYTHING when Puff roared out his name!
|
||
|
||
A faggot lives for AGES, but not so little boys;
|
||
Ding-a-lings and Faery Rings make way for other toys.
|
||
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
|
||
And Puff, the tragic faggot, he ceased his fearless roar.
|
||
|
||
His head was bent in sorrow, green tears fell like rain
|
||
Puff no longer went to play along the "Cherry" Lane
|
||
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave
|
||
So Puff the tragic faggot sadly crept into his cave.
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
RAMBLIN' HUNCHBACK, or:
|
||
THE BALLAD OF RICHARD III
|
||
(Tune: "Rye Whiskey")
|
||
|
||
I am a ramblin' hunchback, I ramble around
|
||
I ramble thru your cities, I ramble thru your towns.
|
||
I went into a tavern to get me some lunch
|
||
Where all the macho stick-jocks made fun of my hunch
|
||
|
||
Well I said sticks and stones may injure my bones,
|
||
But names will never hurt me, so leave me alone!
|
||
I was scratchin' my back, and when I looked up,
|
||
A blonde, hare-lipped waitress poured coffee in my cup!
|
||
|
||
It was love at first sight, as my brew I did sip,
|
||
She patted my hump, as I caressed her lip!
|
||
Lord, I left with that waitress, because, as you see,
|
||
The womens all love my deformity!
|
||
|
||
(Repeat first verse)
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
57
|
||
*
|
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|
||
THE RED FLAG
|
||
(Tune: "O Tannenbaum," "Maryland," &c.)
|
||
|
||
While walking 'cross the rocks so bare
|
||
I saw a maiden lying there
|
||
And as she lay in sweet repose
|
||
A breath of wind blew up her clothes
|
||
A mongol who was passing by
|
||
Lifted his hat and winked his eye
|
||
And then he saw, to his despair,
|
||
She had the Red Flag waving there!
|
||
|
||
The mongol would not be denied
|
||
He said "By God, I'll slip inside!"
|
||
He stripped down to his underwear,
|
||
And soon his ass was shining bare
|
||
The maiden she was not disturbed
|
||
Nor in the slightest bit perterbed
|
||
For, come what may, full well she knew,
|
||
The brave Red Flag would see her thru!
|
||
|
||
The mongol he was shivering
|
||
His mighty prick was quivering.
|
||
But soon he knew he'd met his match,
|
||
He could not penetrate her snatch!
|
||
Try as he might, his path was blocked,
|
||
All he could do was fire half-cocked;
|
||
To quit the fray he did prepare,
|
||
And leave the goddam Red Flag there!
|
||
|
||
The moral of this tale is plain,
|
||
But pardon me if I explain;
|
||
In love, or war - it matters not,
|
||
You never, ever waste a shot!
|
||
The mongol's judgement was at fault
|
||
To penetrate the maiden's vault
|
||
With Red Flag flying, let it pass:
|
||
Just shove it up the maiden's ass!
|
||
|
||
OPTIONAL CHORUS:
|
||
|
||
The peasant class can kiss my ass!
|
||
I've got my Peerage, now, at last!
|
||
Don't bother me, I cannot work,
|
||
I'm in a Peerage Circle Jerk!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
58
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE RIDDLE
|
||
|
||
My pretty maid I fain would know
|
||
What thing it is will breed delight
|
||
That strives to stand, yet cannot go
|
||
That feeds the mouth that cannot bite?
|
||
|
||
Refrain: (repeat after each verse)
|
||
With a humble dum grumble dum
|
||
humble dum, grumble dum
|
||
humble dum, grumble dum, hey!
|
||
|
||
It is a pretty pricking thing
|
||
A pleasing and a standing thing
|
||
It was the truncheon Mars did use
|
||
A bedward bit which maidens choose
|
||
|
||
It is a shaft of Cupid's cut
|
||
'Twill serve to rove, to prick, to butt
|
||
There's never a maid, but by her will,
|
||
Will keep it in her quiver still
|
||
|
||
It is a friar with a bald head
|
||
A staff to beat a cuckold dead
|
||
It is a gun which shoots point blank
|
||
And hits betwixt a woman's flank
|
||
|
||
It has a head much like a mole's
|
||
And yet it loves to creep in holes
|
||
The fairest she that e'er took life
|
||
For love of this became a wife!
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
59
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
ROLL YOUR LEG OVER
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were little white rabbits
|
||
I'd be a hare and I'd teach 'em bad habits
|
||
|
||
CHORUS: Roll your leg over, roll your leg over
|
||
Roll your leg over and do it again!
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were bricks in a pile
|
||
I'd be a mason and lay them in style
|
||
|
||
If all the young laddies were cocks in the hay
|
||
I'd be a hen and I'd have a good lay
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were bats in a steeple
|
||
And I were a bat there'd be more bats than people
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were bells in a tower
|
||
And I were a clapper I'd bang every hour
|
||
|
||
If all the young laddies were fine silks and laces
|
||
And I were an iron I'd sit on their faces
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were doors of stout wood
|
||
And I were a knocker I'd bang 'em up good
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were stones in a mill
|
||
And I were some grain, between them I'd spill
|
||
|
||
If all the young laddies were coconuts sweet
|
||
I'd suck out their juices and chew on their meat
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were winds of the sea
|
||
I'd be a sail and I'd let them blow me
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were birds in their nests
|
||
I'd be an egg and lie under their breasts
|
||
|
||
If all the young laddies were merry go rounds
|
||
I'd mount up and we'd go up and down
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were locks on a gate
|
||
I'd be a key and insert and rotate
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were pure as they say
|
||
All the young men would be happy.....and gay!
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were big wooden stairs
|
||
They'd go up mine and I'd go down theirs
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were bottles of brew
|
||
I'd pop their tops with my built in corkscrew
|
||
|
||
If all the young laddies were bottles of beer
|
||
I'd give good head and they'd be of good cheer
|
||
|
||
(more)
|
||
|
||
60
|
||
Roll Your Leg Over (cont.)
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were sweet fruits and berries
|
||
I'd munch on melons and nibble on cherries
|
||
|
||
If all the young girls were like fish in a pool
|
||
I'd be a shark with a waterproof tool
|
||
|
||
If all the young girls were like fish in the brookie
|
||
I'd be a trout and get me some nookie
|
||
|
||
If all the young girls were like cows in the pasture
|
||
I'd be a bull and fill them with rapture
|
||
|
||
If all the young girls were like mares in the stable
|
||
I'd be a stallion and show them I'm able
|
||
|
||
I wish all the girls were like statues of Venus
|
||
And I were equipped with a petrified penis
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were little red foxes
|
||
And I were a hunter I'd shoot up their boxes
|
||
|
||
If all the young girls were like trees in the forest
|
||
And I were a woodsman, I'd split their clitoris
|
||
|
||
If all the young girls were like telephone poles
|
||
I'd be a squirrel and stuff nuts in their holes
|
||
|
||
If all the young girls were like diamonds and rubies
|
||
I'd be a jeweler and polish their boobies
|
||
|
||
If all the young girls were like coals in the stoker
|
||
I'd be a fireman and shove in my poker
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies belonged to the Horde
|
||
I'd be a yakherd and -never- be bored!
|
||
|
||
If all the young ladies were singing this song
|
||
It would be twice as bawdy, and six times as long!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
61
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE SCA BE DAMNED!
|
||
(Tune: "The Engineer's Song")
|
||
|
||
CHORUS: We are, we are, we are, we are, the goddam SCA
|
||
And when we find a willing fuck, then we go out to play!
|
||
If you don't like the songs I sing, then you can go get crammed
|
||
So sing out with the rest of us, "The SCA be damned!"
|
||
|
||
Oh, listen all you maidens, oh, listen close to me
|
||
Don't ever trust a Hordesman an inch above your knee
|
||
He'll take you to the bushes and fill you full of fizz
|
||
And before the night is over, your maidenhood is his!
|
||
|
||
If I had a little girl I'd dress her all in white
|
||
To give the clap to Caid's belts and keep 'em up all night
|
||
But if I had a little boy, I'd dress him up in blue
|
||
To yell "The King's a bastard!" like his daddy used to do!
|
||
|
||
If we find an Ansteorran man within our sacred walls
|
||
We'll give him to the Tuchux, who'll amputate his balls
|
||
And if that doesn't fix him up, I'll tell you what we'll do
|
||
We'll stuff his ass with broken glass and seal it up with glue!
|
||
|
||
Oh here's to the King of (insert Kingdom name) the dirty son of a bitch
|
||
We hope he dies of syphilis combined with seven year itch
|
||
If you take his pecker's radius and project his balls in space
|
||
You can prove by Occam's Razor that his asshole is his face!
|
||
|
||
I was at the Pennsic War a-walkin' on the green
|
||
Lookin' for some pussy, and there I found the Queen
|
||
Her feet were wavin' in the air, her back was on the grass
|
||
With a polished rattan dildo shoved right up her ass!
|
||
|
||
The West is run by pussy, and the East by hairy crack
|
||
The Middle's run by alcohol, and the Horde is run by yak!
|
||
From what I hear of Atenveldt, they run it off by hand
|
||
And a masturbating son of a bitch is the Asshole of the land!
|
||
|
||
Ansteorra runs on bullshit, Artemesia runs on quim
|
||
Trimaris is run by fairies, that bugger Atlantia's rim!
|
||
But Caid's the worst of all, their peckers gather rust
|
||
They run the Kingdom off by hand with lots of fairy dust!
|
||
|
||
If I had a prick of steel, and balls of shiny brass
|
||
I'd find a marble statue, and ram it up her ass
|
||
Just to breed a race of giants, to roam throughout the land
|
||
To swell the mighty chorus of "The SCA be dammned!"
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
62
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE SEA CRABB
|
||
(c. 1620) Found in "Bawdy Verse, A Pleasant Collection"
|
||
|
||
It was a man of Africa had a fair wife,
|
||
Fairest that ever I saw the days of my life.
|
||
With a ging, Boys, ging, ging, boys, ging.
|
||
Tarradiddle, farradiddle, ging, boys, ging!
|
||
|
||
This goodwife was big-belly'd and with a lad
|
||
And ever she longed for a sea crabb.
|
||
With a ging, Boys, ging, ging, boys, ging.
|
||
Tarradiddle, farradiddle, ging, boys, ging!
|
||
|
||
The goodman rose in the morning and put on his hose
|
||
He went to the seaside and followed his nose.
|
||
With a ging, etc.
|
||
|
||
Says, "God speed, Fisherman, sailing on the sea;
|
||
Hast thou any crabbs in thy bote for to sell to me?"
|
||
With a ging, etc.
|
||
|
||
"I have crabbs in my bote one two three.
|
||
I have crabbs in by bote for to sell thee."
|
||
With a ging, etc.
|
||
|
||
The good man went home and ere he wist
|
||
Put the crabb in the Chamberpot where his wife pisst,
|
||
With a ging, etc.
|
||
|
||
The good wife she went to do as she was wont:
|
||
Up started the Crabbfish and catcht her by the cunt.
|
||
With a ging, etc.
|
||
|
||
"Alas," quoth the goodwife, "that ever I was born;
|
||
The Devil is in the pisspot and has me on his horns."
|
||
With a ging, etc.
|
||
|
||
"If you be a crabb or crabfish by kind,
|
||
Thou'll let thy hold go with a blast of cold wind.";
|
||
With a ging, etc.
|
||
|
||
The good man laid to his mouth and began to blow
|
||
Thinking thereby that the Crabb would let go.
|
||
With a ging, etc.
|
||
|
||
"Alas!" quoth the goodman, "that ever I came hither;
|
||
He has joined my wife's tail and my nose together!"
|
||
With a ging, etc.
|
||
|
||
The good man called his neighbours in with great wonder
|
||
To part his wife's tail and his nose asunder.
|
||
With a ging, etc.
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
63
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
SEVEN NIGHTS DRUNK
|
||
-Traditional
|
||
-From the singing of Seamus McCafferty
|
||
|
||
When I came home on Monday night, as drunk as drunk could be
|
||
I saw a horse outside the door, where my old horse should be
|
||
So I called my wife, (audience shouts: HEY WIFE!)
|
||
And I said to her, would you kindly tell to me
|
||
Who owns that horse outside my door, where my old horse should be?
|
||
Oh, you're drunk, you drunk, you silly old fool,
|
||
Can't you plainly see?
|
||
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me
|
||
Well it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more
|
||
But a saddle on a sow I've never seen before!
|
||
|
||
When I came home on Tuesday night......etc.
|
||
Saw a coat behind the door......etc.
|
||
....Who owns that coat.....
|
||
...that's a lovely blanket...
|
||
...But buttons on a blanket....etc.
|
||
|
||
When I came home on Wednesday night.....etc.
|
||
I saw a pipe upon the chair, where my old pipe should be..etc.
|
||
....Who owns that pipe.....
|
||
...That's a lovely tin-whistle that my mother sent to me!
|
||
...But tobacco in a tin-whistle I've never seen before!
|
||
|
||
When I came home on Thursday night......etc.
|
||
I saw two boots beneath the bed.......etc.
|
||
....Who owns those boots.......etc.
|
||
...They're two geranium-pots...etc.
|
||
...But laces in geranium-pots....etc.
|
||
|
||
When I came home on Friday night......etc.
|
||
Saw a head upon the bed......etc.
|
||
....Who owns that head.........etc.
|
||
...That's a baby boy...etc.
|
||
...but whiskers on a baby boy...etc.
|
||
|
||
When I came home on Saturday night....etc.
|
||
Saw a rise beneath the sheets.....etc.
|
||
....Who owns that rise......
|
||
...It's nothing but a shillelagh...etc.
|
||
...But knackers on a shillelagh....etc.
|
||
|
||
(Alternate lyric: "Hammer" "A hammer with a head like that..")
|
||
|
||
When I came home on Sunday night...etc.
|
||
I saw a man walk out the door, a little after three! (shout: A.M.!)
|
||
....Who was that man......after three (shout: A.M.!)
|
||
...That's an English tax-man....etc.
|
||
...But an Englishman that could last till three....etc.
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
64
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE SEXUAL LIFE OF THE CAMEL, or MY GOD HOW THE MONEY ROLLS IN!
|
||
-Anonymous
|
||
|
||
The sexual life of the Camel My cousin sells shields to the Tuchux
|
||
Is stranger than anyone thinks The plywood they're made of is thin;
|
||
One night in a moment of passion I'm a doggone good Chiurgeon
|
||
He tried to deflower the Sphinx! My God, how the money rolls in!
|
||
|
||
Now, the Sphinx's posterior anatomy My brother is a mercenary
|
||
Is covered with sand from the Nile. Hiring out to help you win
|
||
That accounts for the hump in the Camel, Since both Kingdoms pay for his wages
|
||
And the Sphinx's inscrutable smile! My God, how the money rolls in!
|
||
|
||
Exhaustive experimentation The East and the Middle are fighting
|
||
By Darwin, and Huxley and Hall Trimaris and others join in
|
||
Has proved that the ass of a hedgehog The Dark Horde makes book on the winner
|
||
Can hardly be buggered at all! My God, how the money rolls in!
|
||
|
||
The Baron, he rides on a warhorse, Smilin' Ali is looking for people
|
||
With a fancy great helluva rig, To travel a long way with him
|
||
He doesn't get there any faster, To auctions in old Persian markets
|
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But it makes the old bastard feel big! My God, how the money rolls in!
|
||
|
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The King, he sleeps in a feather bed I'm just a poor mercenary
|
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The Knights all sleep in their sacks; I don't care if we lose or we win
|
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As a means of self-preservation, As long as you're still here on payday
|
||
The squires all sleep on their backs! My God, how the money rolls in!
|
||
|
||
And here's to the girls of (insert name) Ioseph of Locksley is Celtic,
|
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And here's to the alleys they roam, Ioseph of Locksley is thin,
|
||
And here's to their dirty-faced bastards, Ioseph writes satire to order,
|
||
God bless 'em, they may be your own! My God, how the money rolls in!
|
||
|
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My father makes illegal whiskey, Petruccio is an Italian
|
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My mother makes illegal gin, He is an expert at Sin
|
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My sister runs guns for the Dark Horde: He has a stable of gerbils
|
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My God, how the money rolls in! My God, how the money rolls in!
|
||
|
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My brother's a poor missionary The Dark Horde really likes fighting
|
||
He saves little girlies from Sin! We want your side to win
|
||
He'll save you a blonde for 5 dollars We've cornered the market on duct tape
|
||
My God, how the money rolls in! My God, how the money rolls in!
|
||
|
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And here's to the Outlands' new Navy! Elric, he drives a hard bargain
|
||
Let's all give them three cheers! While trading for leather or skins
|
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The first submarine made of adobe.... He'll let you keep yours for a cookie!
|
||
It's been down for thirty-two years! My God, how the cookies roll in!
|
||
|
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So here's to the War at Estrella Elric's a traveling merchant
|
||
Where all of us landed in gaol, With a band of his very large friends
|
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And here's to the (insert name) maidens, He'll sell you your lives for your
|
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Who gave us our first piece of tail! silver
|
||
My God, how the money rolls in!
|
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*
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65
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*
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THE SHAPE OF THINGS
|
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-Sheldon Harnick
|
||
(copyright date unknown)
|
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|
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Completely round is the perfect pearl
|
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The oyster manufactures
|
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Completely round is the steering wheel
|
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That leads to compound fractures!
|
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Completely round is the golden fruit
|
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That hangs in the orange tree
|
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Yes the circle shape is quite renowned
|
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But sad to say, it can be found
|
||
In the low-down dirty run-around
|
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My true love gave to me,
|
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Yes, my true love gave to me!
|
||
|
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Completely square was the velvet box
|
||
He said my ring would be in
|
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Completely square was the envelope
|
||
He said farewell to me in!
|
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Completely square is the handkerchief
|
||
I flourish constantly
|
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As it dries my eyes of the tears I shed
|
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And it blows my nose till it turns bright red!
|
||
For a perfect square is my true love's head!
|
||
He will not marry me!
|
||
No, he will not marry me!
|
||
|
||
Rectangular was the hotel door
|
||
My true love tried to sneak thru
|
||
Rectangular was the transom-hole
|
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By which I had to peek thru
|
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Rectangular was the hotel room
|
||
I entered angrily
|
||
And rectangular is the wooden box
|
||
Where lies my love of the golden locks
|
||
They say he died of the chicken-pox....
|
||
In part I must agree:
|
||
One chick too many had he!
|
||
|
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Triangular is the piece of pie
|
||
I eat to ease my sorrow
|
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Triangular is the hatchet blade
|
||
I plan to hide tomorrow!
|
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Triangular the relationship
|
||
That now has ceased to be,
|
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And triangular is the garment thin
|
||
That fastens on with a safety pin
|
||
To a prize I had no wish to win....!
|
||
It's a lasting memory
|
||
That my true love gave to me!
|
||
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||
*
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66
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THE SHEIK OF HOUSE LOCKSLEY
|
||
(Tune: "Sheik of Araby")
|
||
|
||
I'm the sheik of House Locks-lee (with no pants on!)
|
||
Your bod belongs to me! (with no pants on!)
|
||
At night when you're asleep, (with no pants on!)
|
||
Into your tent I'll creep! (with no pants on!)
|
||
And wondrous things you'll see! (with no pants on!)
|
||
I'm the sheik of House Locks-lee! (with no pants on!)
|
||
|
||
nb: the section in (parentheses) is whispered........
|
||
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*
|
||
|
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THE SLEEPING SCOTSMAN
|
||
-Anonymous
|
||
(last 2 verses by Rich Bailey)
|
||
|
||
A Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
|
||
And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share
|
||
He stumbled on until he could no longer keep his feet
|
||
Then staggered off into the grass to sleep, beside the street
|
||
|
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CHORUS: A ring-di-diddle-e-di do, a-ring-di-diddle-i-day
|
||
He staggered off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
|
||
|
||
(following choruses as above, repeating last line of verse)
|
||
|
||
A pair of young and lovely girls just happened to come by
|
||
And one said to the other, with a twinkle in her eye:
|
||
"You see yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built..
|
||
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt?"
|
||
|
||
They crept upon the sleeping Scotsman, quiet as could be,
|
||
And lifted up his kilt above the waist, so they could see..
|
||
And there, behold, for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt
|
||
T'was nothing but what God has graced him with upon his birth!
|
||
|
||
They marveled for a moment, then one said: "We'd best be gone.
|
||
But let's leave a present for our friend before we move along!"
|
||
So as a gift, they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow,
|
||
Around the Bonnie Star the Scottish kilt did lift and show!
|
||
|
||
The Scotsman woke to Nature's Call, and stumbled towards a tree
|
||
Behind the bush, he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees!
|
||
Then, in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes:
|
||
"I ken na' whaur y'been, m'lad, but I see y'won First Prize!"
|
||
|
||
Our Scottish friend, still dressed in kilt, continued up the street
|
||
He hadn't gone ten yards or more, when a lass he chanced to meet.
|
||
She said: "I've heard what's underneath there, tell me, is it so?"
|
||
He said: "Just slip your hand up, lass, if y'really want to know!"
|
||
|
||
So she slipped her hand right up his kilt, and much to her surprise,
|
||
The Scotsman smiled, and a very strange look came into his eyes,
|
||
She said: "Why, sir, that's gruesome!" And then she heard him roar:
|
||
"If you stick yer hand up once again, you'll find it grew some more!"
|
||
|
||
*
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67
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|
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|
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|
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|
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|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE SPANISH INQUISITION
|
||
-Anthony R. Lewis
|
||
(Tune: "MacNamara's Band")
|
||
|
||
Oh, my name is Torquemada, I'm the leader of the band
|
||
Altho we are few in numbers, we are feared throughout the land!
|
||
We work on Jews and Protestants, we kick them as they fall,
|
||
But when we work on heretics, we work the best of all!
|
||
|
||
CHORUS: Oh the racks they creak, and the thumbscrews squeak
|
||
And the whips they flail away!
|
||
The Jesuit slams the Iron Maiden shut
|
||
While I sit in the corner and pray!
|
||
Oh, the auto-da-fe is God's chosen way
|
||
And the screams of the victims are grand
|
||
Another soul to Heaven....from Torquemada's band!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
68
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE SQUIRE'S SONG
|
||
-Anonymous
|
||
-note: not for the weak-kneed!
|
||
|
||
Don't laugh when you see a Duke walk by
|
||
For you may be the next to die!
|
||
|
||
To fight with him is suicide
|
||
Especially if you "rhino-hide!"
|
||
|
||
As on the field your helm caves in;
|
||
His sword is buried down to your chin!
|
||
|
||
They'll take you out to the family plot
|
||
And there you'll wither, decay, and rot!
|
||
|
||
They'll take you out, and lower you down,
|
||
And men with shovels will gather 'round!
|
||
|
||
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
|
||
And bury you under about six feet!
|
||
|
||
And all goes well for about a week
|
||
And then the coffin begins to leak!
|
||
|
||
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
|
||
The worms hold revels upon your snout!
|
||
|
||
They call their friends, and their buddies, too,
|
||
They'll make a terrible mess of you!
|
||
|
||
Your body turns a slimey green
|
||
And pus runs out like whipping cream!
|
||
|
||
Your hair turns white, your skin turns blue
|
||
You don't look like you used to do!
|
||
|
||
Your eyes fall in, your teeth fall out,
|
||
Your liver turns to sauerkraut!
|
||
|
||
And great big bugs with eyes of green
|
||
Crawl in your liver and out your spleen!
|
||
|
||
You become a thing that's very rare
|
||
A smell worse than your underwear!
|
||
|
||
So don't laugh when you see a Duke walk by
|
||
For you may be the next to die!
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
69
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
TAIL TODDLE
|
||
-Traditional Scots
|
||
recorded by the Mitchell Trio
|
||
|
||
Our guidwife held o'er to Fife
|
||
For tae buy a coal-riddle
|
||
Lang or she cam back agin
|
||
Tammie gart my tail toddle!
|
||
|
||
(Chorus): Tail toddle, tail toddle
|
||
Tammie gars my tail toddle
|
||
But an' ben we diddle-doddle
|
||
Tammie gars my tail toddle!
|
||
|
||
Wen I'm deid I'm out o'date
|
||
Wen I'm seik I'm fu' o'trouble
|
||
Wen I'm weel I stap about
|
||
An' Tammie gars my tail toddle!
|
||
|
||
Jenny Jack she gae'd a plack
|
||
Helen Wallace gae'd a bottle
|
||
Quo' the bride "It's o'er little
|
||
For tae mend a broken dottle!"
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
IT TAKES A NASTY MAN
|
||
-Braden the Bard
|
||
(Tune: "It Takes a Worried Man")
|
||
|
||
It takes a nasty man, to sing a nasty song (3X)
|
||
I'm nasty now, and I'll be nasty all night long!
|
||
|
||
Every single morning I insist on breakfast in bed
|
||
So my Lady wraps her legs around my head!
|
||
|
||
I say my bedtime prayers when the Mission bell rings eight
|
||
O send me, Lord, a girl that wants to fornicate!
|
||
|
||
They call me short, dark and handsome butI thank God they're wrong
|
||
How can I be short, at a full nine inches long?
|
||
|
||
My Liege Lord says I'm slow, but his daughter doesn't mind
|
||
It's 'cause I'm slow, that I get a little behind....!
|
||
|
||
I've got hair everywhere, from my head down to my feet
|
||
And in my mouth it gets stuck between my teeth!
|
||
|
||
I'll give you some kissin', girl, every single night
|
||
If you want more than that, the line forms to the right!
|
||
|
||
They say you are what you eat, I answer "Is that a fact?"
|
||
If that is true, I'm a nymphomaniac!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
70
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
TRIMARIAN SHEEP SONG
|
||
-Anonymous
|
||
(Tune: Scotland the Brave)
|
||
|
||
Bring me some whiskey, mother
|
||
I'm feeling frisky, mother
|
||
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night!
|
||
I need a lover, mother
|
||
No, not my brother, mother
|
||
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night!
|
||
|
||
Gerbils don't make it, mother
|
||
They just can't take it, mother
|
||
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night!
|
||
Owls, bats and other critters
|
||
Just tend to give me jitters
|
||
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night!
|
||
|
||
(bridge) Sheep never talk about it
|
||
They never ever doubt it
|
||
Always so placid, affectionate and nice!
|
||
|
||
Give me that lanolin
|
||
Better than flannel-in
|
||
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
TRELON, TRELON!
|
||
(Tune: "Bicycle Built for Two")
|
||
|
||
Trelon, Trelon, this isn't very much fun
|
||
At Estrella, outnumbered two-to-one!
|
||
I'm here to tell you, Buster,
|
||
We felt a lot like Custer!
|
||
When we got beat
|
||
We were cold meat!
|
||
Out at Estrella V!
|
||
|
||
Trelon, Trelon, looks like they did it again
|
||
No fun, re-run, as our army they over-ran!
|
||
They beat us and they banged us,
|
||
They crucified and hanged us,
|
||
It's getting old
|
||
Them beating us cold
|
||
Out at Estrella VI!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
71
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
VIRGIN STURGEON
|
||
-Anonymous
|
||
(Tune: "Ruben, Ruben")
|
||
|
||
Caviar comes from virgin sturgeon The oyster's a prolific bivalve
|
||
Virgin sturgeon's a mighty fine fish Keeps its' innards in its' shell,
|
||
Virgin sturgeon needs no urgin' How they diddle is a riddle,
|
||
That's why caviar is my dish! But they do, so wotthehell!
|
||
|
||
Shad roe comes from scarlet shad fish The trout is just a little salmon,
|
||
Shad fish have a very sad fate: Just half-grown, and minus scales,
|
||
Pregnant shad fish is a sad fish But the trout, just like the salmon
|
||
Got that way without a mate! Can't get on without his tail!
|
||
|
||
Mrs. Clam is optimistic Give a thought to the happy codfish
|
||
Shoots her eggs out in the sea Always there when duty calls,
|
||
Hopes her suitor is a shooter Female cod fish is an odd fish
|
||
Hits the selfsame spot as she! From her come your cod fish balls!
|
||
|
||
The green sea-turtle's mate is happy A lucky fish is the common starfish
|
||
With her lover's winning ways When for offspring they essay;
|
||
First he grips her with his flipper Yes, me hearties, they have parties
|
||
Then they flip for days and days! In the good old fashioned way!
|
||
|
||
I fed caviar to my Lady I fed caviar to my grandpa
|
||
She was a virgin tried and true He was a man of ninety-three
|
||
Now that virgin needs no urgin' Shouts and screams were heard from
|
||
Now there's nothin' she won't do! grandma
|
||
As he chased her up a tree!
|
||
|
||
I fed caviar to my rooster Every living thing will do it
|
||
I fed caviar to my cow, Without making lots of fuss
|
||
Now the barnyard sure looks funny: When they do it, they don't rue it,
|
||
All the cows have feathers now! So my darlin', why not us?
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
VATICAN CASKETS
|
||
(Tune: "Rock Of Ages")
|
||
|
||
Vatican caskets are just fine
|
||
Made of sandal-wood and pine
|
||
When your loved ones have to go,
|
||
Die with "cum Spiritu tuo!"
|
||
When your loved one's pass away
|
||
Have them pass the Vatican Way!
|
||
Sistine Chapel, Saint Peter's, too
|
||
Holy water just for you!
|
||
|
||
Vatican caskets, unlike a rose,
|
||
They will never decompose.
|
||
For they stand the test of time;
|
||
No need to kill the flies with lime!
|
||
Get down on your knees and pray
|
||
When your loved ones pass away!
|
||
Vatican customers all sing:
|
||
Death, O Death, where is thy sting?
|
||
*
|
||
72
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
THE WAGER
|
||
|
||
My lady and her maid upon a merry pin,
|
||
They made a match at farting,
|
||
Who should the wager win.
|
||
|
||
Joan lights three candles then,
|
||
And sets them bolt upright.
|
||
With the first fart she blew them out
|
||
With the next she gave them light
|
||
|
||
In comes my lady then,
|
||
With all her might and main
|
||
And blew them out
|
||
And in and out
|
||
And in and out again.
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
WAKE UP LITTLE FLOOZIE
|
||
(Tune: "Wake up, Litttle Suzie!")
|
||
|
||
Wake up, little floozie, wake up!
|
||
Wake up, little floozie, wake up!
|
||
The Tourney wasn't so hot
|
||
And you got drunker than snot!
|
||
And now, it's over, I've won the Crown,
|
||
And BOY! are we in a spot!
|
||
Wake up, little floozie!
|
||
Wake up, little floozie!
|
||
|
||
Well, I told the Duke I wouldn't rhino-hide
|
||
Well, floozie, baby, it looks like that I lied!
|
||
Wake up little floozie (etc.)
|
||
|
||
What're we gonna tell the Countess?
|
||
What're we gonna tell the BoD?
|
||
What're we gonna tell the Duke when he goes
|
||
Oh, My Ghod!
|
||
Wake up little floozie (etc.)
|
||
We gotta go reign!
|
||
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
73
|
||
*
|
||
|
||
WALTZ ME AROUND AGAIN, HROTHGAR!
|
||
-Ioseph of Locksley and countless others!
|
||
-tune: "Celito Lindo"
|
||
|
||
A limerick packs laughs anatomical
|
||
Into space that is quite economical
|
||
But the good ones we've seen
|
||
So seldom are clean
|
||
And the clean ones so seldom are comical! (T)
|
||
|
||
(Chorus): Ai, ai, ai, ai!
|
||
I am drunker than you are
|
||
So sing me another verse
|
||
That's worse than the other verse
|
||
And waltz me around again, Hrothgar! (I)
|
||
|
||
A blue ribbon was quite a surprise
|
||
To a Scotsman in his native guise
|
||
"I don't know where you've been,
|
||
Whether good, or in sin....
|
||
But I'm glad that you won the first prize!" (I)
|
||
|
||
While Titian was mixing rose madder
|
||
He espied a nude girl on a ladder
|
||
Her position, to Titian
|
||
Suggested coition
|
||
So he climbed up the ladder and had 'er! (T)
|
||
|
||
A wanton young lady from Wembly
|
||
Reproached for not acting quite primly
|
||
Answered "Heavens above!"
|
||
"I know sex is not love!"
|
||
"But it's such an attractive facsimile!" (T)
|
||
|
||
There once was a knight from the West
|
||
Who thought he was the very best
|
||
But the ladies just chaffed
|
||
And pointed and laughed
|
||
And never put him to the test! (U)
|
||
|
||
A Celt, with a grin, softly said
|
||
As he killed all his enemies dead
|
||
"These trophies so gory
|
||
Are my marks of glory,
|
||
It's my enemies giving me head!" (I)
|
||
|
||
There was a young lass from Bryn Mawr
|
||
Who committed a dreadful faux pas
|
||
She loosened a stay
|
||
In her decollette
|
||
Exposing her je ne sais quoi! (T)
|
||
|
||
There once was an old man of Lyme
|
||
Who married three wives at a time
|
||
When asked: "Why a third?"
|
||
He replied: "One's absurd!"
|
||
"And bigamy, sir, is a crime!" (T)
|
||
|
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74
|
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The Revel lasts all of the night
|
||
Lords and ladies in finery bedight
|
||
The music doth swell
|
||
The dancers look well
|
||
Once they learn their left foot from their right! (E)
|
||
|
||
There once was a knight from the Middle
|
||
Who wanted to learn how to diddle
|
||
In the East, at his ease,
|
||
He caught a disease:
|
||
And now he can't even piddle! (I)
|
||
|
||
A randy young man from Caid
|
||
Was discovered spreading his seed
|
||
In horses and dogs,
|
||
In owls and in frogs,
|
||
And in two or three slow-moving Swedes! (I)
|
||
|
||
At least if you're in the Dark Horde
|
||
You will never sit 'round being bored
|
||
Our ladies, and wives.
|
||
Tend to carry sharp knives....
|
||
First get their permission, my lord! (U)
|
||
|
||
A lusty old Duke, at Estrella
|
||
Was behaving in ways I won't say-a
|
||
In his BVDs
|
||
Duct-taped to a tree
|
||
He woke up the very next day-a! (I)
|
||
|
||
Address all unknowns as gentle
|
||
Treat ladies as tho' sacramental
|
||
Unless their bare arms,
|
||
Loose behavior, and charms
|
||
Proclaim that their favours are rentals! (E)
|
||
|
||
Don't ever drink Caidan Blue
|
||
It'll getcha as nothing else do!
|
||
A pirate one day
|
||
Drank two, so they say,
|
||
Just look at that boy gork and spew! (I)
|
||
|
||
There once was a young knight from Kent
|
||
Whose thing was so long that it bent!
|
||
To save himself trouble
|
||
He'd put it in double,
|
||
And instead of coming, he went! (T)
|
||
|
||
The trouble with list'ning to Yang
|
||
Was that every damned song the man sang
|
||
Was either illicit,
|
||
immoral, explicit,
|
||
Or in lower Mongolian slang! (E)
|
||
|
||
There was a young lady named Banker
|
||
Who slept with the Corsairs, at anchor!
|
||
She awoke in dismay
|
||
When she heard someone say:
|
||
"Now, up with the top's'l and spanker!" (U)
|
||
|
||
75
|
||
A serious thought for today
|
||
Is one that may cause dismay:
|
||
Just what are the forces
|
||
That bring little horses
|
||
If all the big horses say "Neigh?" (U)
|
||
|
||
There was a young man from Racine
|
||
Who invented a "Doing Machine"
|
||
Concave and convex
|
||
It could "do" either sex,
|
||
But oh, what a bastard to clean! (T)
|
||
|
||
There was a young couple named Kelly
|
||
Who walked around belly-to-belly
|
||
Because, in their haste,
|
||
They used library paste
|
||
Instead of petroleum jelly! (T)
|
||
|
||
At the Revel last night down in Crewe
|
||
I found a large mouse in the stew
|
||
Said the waiter "Don't shout,
|
||
And wave it about,
|
||
Or the King will be wanting one, too!" (T)
|
||
|
||
There was a young lady named Greene
|
||
Who grew so abnormally lean
|
||
And flat and compressed
|
||
That her back touched her chest
|
||
And sideways, she couldn't be seen! (T)
|
||
|
||
A certain young man from An Tir
|
||
Sat down, and cried in his beer,
|
||
His lady, he said,
|
||
Wore chain-mail to bed
|
||
And it took off the hair round his peer (I)
|
||
|
||
There once was a knight from the Mists
|
||
Who cockily entered the lists
|
||
A Duke soon uncocked him,
|
||
Dehorned and defrocked him,
|
||
He got screwed, but never was kissed! (I)
|
||
|
||
If you kiss enough frogs, so they say,
|
||
One might be a Prince, some fine day,
|
||
But beware of the dude
|
||
Who is uncouth, and lewd:
|
||
He's a horny toad, and a bad lay! (I)
|
||
|
||
A certain young Herald so charming
|
||
Had Arms that were very alarming:
|
||
A maiden, displayed,
|
||
On a bed, disarrayed,
|
||
And the motto: "Foreplay is forearming!" (I)
|
||
|
||
You can fight the Dark Horde, if you wanna
|
||
You'll find plenty of blood, guts, and honnah
|
||
While you turn them quite green
|
||
With your shieldwork supreme
|
||
Look out for that left-hand katana! (E)
|
||
|
||
76
|
||
The East, or the Mid, (It depends!)
|
||
Remarks when the Horde condescends
|
||
To march into place
|
||
With sword, spear and mace:
|
||
"Your friends? I thought they were our friends!" (E)
|
||
|
||
Now Ysgithrs' all in a riot
|
||
They've never been peaceful and quiet
|
||
We'd turn it to slag
|
||
Mop it up with a rag
|
||
Or sell it, but nobody'd buy it! (U)
|
||
|
||
A Meridian lady, they say.
|
||
Was made a peculiar way:
|
||
She took forty-two strokes
|
||
And three dirty jokes
|
||
And a gallon of mead every day! (U)
|
||
|
||
Ansteorra's a place in a rut
|
||
Delighted to wallow in smut!
|
||
They use dirty socks
|
||
To cover their jocks
|
||
And do, well, I mustn't say what! (U)
|
||
|
||
As I gazed at the heavens one night
|
||
The cracks in the sky caused me fright!
|
||
Pieces came down!
|
||
Fell all over town!
|
||
I guess Chicken Little was right! (J)
|
||
|
||
God's plan had a hopeful beginning
|
||
But Man spoiled his chances by sinning
|
||
We trust that the story
|
||
Will end up in Glory
|
||
But, at present, the Other side's winning.... (T)
|
||
|
||
And now we have got to The End
|
||
Of this song about Terrible Sin
|
||
And if you've been bored
|
||
I'm sorry, m'lord
|
||
You should NEVER have let me begin! (I)
|
||
|
||
|
||
**************************************************************
|
||
|
||
Follows are extra verses, and XXX-rated verses to "Waltz Me Around
|
||
Again, Hrothgar":
|
||
|
||
There was a young girl named Alice
|
||
Who used dynamite for a phallus
|
||
They found her vagina
|
||
In South Carolina
|
||
And her arse was just this side of Dallas! (T)
|
||
|
||
A rancid old hermit named Dave
|
||
Kept a dead whore in a cave
|
||
He said; "I admit,"
|
||
"I'm a bit of a shit;"
|
||
"But think of the money I save!" (T)
|
||
|
||
77
|
||
There was a young man from Nantucket
|
||
Whose prick was so long he could suck it
|
||
Said he, with a grin,
|
||
As he wiped off his chin,
|
||
"If my ear was a cunt, I could fuck it!" (T)
|
||
|
||
Now, Jon and Diana one day
|
||
Founded the whole SCA
|
||
At a Berkeley party
|
||
That was very arty
|
||
Now it's covered the whole USA! (U)
|
||
|
||
His Grace (or Her Grace...it depends)
|
||
Remarks when the Dark Horde descends
|
||
With chickens and goats,
|
||
six Serbs and five Croats
|
||
"My friends? I thought they were YOUR friends!" (E)
|
||
|
||
There once was an old maid from Wooster
|
||
Who thought that a man had seduced her
|
||
When looking around,
|
||
She finally found:
|
||
'Twas only the bedpost that goosed her! (T)
|
||
|
||
There was an old lady from Munich
|
||
Who was ravished one night by a Eunuch
|
||
At the height of her passion
|
||
He slipped her a ration
|
||
From a squirt-gun concealed in his tunic! (T)
|
||
|
||
There once was a mighty stick-jock
|
||
Who had holes down the length of his cock
|
||
When he got an erection
|
||
He'd play a selection
|
||
From Johann Sebastian Bach! (U)
|
||
|
||
An attractive young lady named Myrtle
|
||
Had quite an affair with a turtle
|
||
What is more phenominal
|
||
A swelling abdominal
|
||
Showed Myrtle the Turtle was fertile! (T)
|
||
|
||
An unfortunate fellow named Chase
|
||
Had an ass that was badly misplaced
|
||
He showed indignation
|
||
When investigation
|
||
Proved that few persons shit thru their face! (T)
|
||
|
||
A Roman, who hailed from Gazondom
|
||
Used a dried hedgehog's hide for a condom
|
||
His mistress did shout
|
||
As he pulled the thing out
|
||
"De gustibus non disputandum!" (U)
|
||
|
||
There was a young maid from Madras
|
||
Who had a magnificent ass
|
||
Not pretty, and pink,
|
||
As you probably think:
|
||
It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass! (S)
|
||
|
||
78
|
||
A bather, whose clothing was strewed
|
||
By breezes, that left her quite nude
|
||
Saw a man come along
|
||
And, unless I am wrong,
|
||
You expect the next line to be lewd! (U)
|
||
|
||
A habit obscene and unsavoury
|
||
Holds the Vicar of Wessex in slavery
|
||
With maniacal howls
|
||
He deflowers young owls
|
||
Which he keeps in an underground aviary! (T)
|
||
|
||
There was a young harlot from Crewe
|
||
Who filled her vagina with glue
|
||
She said, with a grin,
|
||
"If they pay to get in,
|
||
They'll pay to get out of it, too!" (S)
|
||
|
||
There was a young lawyer named Rex
|
||
Who was sadly deficient in sex
|
||
Arraigned for exposure
|
||
He said, with composure,
|
||
"De minimus non curat lex!" (U)
|
||
|
||
There was an old lady of Tring
|
||
Who, when somebody asked her to sing
|
||
Replied, "Isn't it odd?
|
||
I can never tell 'God
|
||
Save The Weasel' from 'Pop Goes The King!" (U)
|
||
|
||
A young poet, whose name was McMahon
|
||
Wrote verse that never would scan
|
||
When they said, "But the thing
|
||
Doesn't move with a swing,"
|
||
He said: "Yes, but I like to get as many words
|
||
into the last line as I possibly can! (U)
|
||
|
||
There once was a Duke from the West
|
||
Whose bride wore chain-mail with the best
|
||
He said," She is sweet,
|
||
And gentle, and neat,
|
||
But it pulls out the hairs from my chest!" (I)
|
||
|
||
There once was a man named Old Jossil
|
||
Who found a most int'resting fossil
|
||
He could tell by the bend
|
||
And the knot in the end,
|
||
T'was the pecker of Paul the Apostle! (T)
|
||
|
||
There once was a man from Rangoon
|
||
Who was born by the light of the moon
|
||
He had not the luck
|
||
To be born of a fuck
|
||
But a wet-dream scraped up with a spoon! (T)
|
||
|
||
There once was a man from Shambock
|
||
Who played the bass viol with his cock
|
||
With massive erections
|
||
He rendered selections
|
||
From Johann Sebastian Bach! (T)
|
||
79
|
||
There once was a girl from Milpitas
|
||
Who had a great yen for coitus
|
||
Her athletic friend
|
||
Had an itch on the end,
|
||
So now she has ath-el-ete's foetus! (U)
|
||
|
||
There once was a girl from Mobile
|
||
Had a cunt made of crucible steel
|
||
Her greatest sex-thrill
|
||
Was a rotary drill
|
||
And an off-center emery wheel! (U)
|
||
|
||
A broken-down harlot named Truppe
|
||
Was heard to confess, in her cups,
|
||
"The height of my folly
|
||
Was to diddle a Collie,
|
||
But I got a nice prize for the pups!" (T)
|
||
|
||
There once was a man named Grost
|
||
Who had an affair with a ghost
|
||
He said, with a spasm,
|
||
At the height of orgasm,
|
||
"I think I can feel it, almost!" (T)
|
||
|
||
There once was a Corsair named Bates
|
||
Who did the fandango, on skates;
|
||
He fell on his cutlass
|
||
Which rendered him nutless,
|
||
And practically useless on dates! (T)
|
||
|
||
There was a young lady named Cager
|
||
Who, as the result of a wager,
|
||
Consented to fart
|
||
The whole oboe part
|
||
Of Mozart's Quartet in F Major! (U)
|
||
|
||
There was a young lady from York
|
||
Who was greatly adverse to the stork
|
||
But no matter how firm,
|
||
She feared no man's sperm,
|
||
For she plugged it up first with a cork! (U)
|
||
|
||
There was an old Count from Svoboda
|
||
Who would not pay a whore what he owed her,
|
||
So, with great savoir-faire,
|
||
She stood on a chair,
|
||
And pissed in his whiskey-and-soda! (T)
|
||
|
||
There was a young lady from Arden
|
||
Who was blowing a man in a garden,
|
||
He said, in a huff:
|
||
"Do you swallow the stuff?"
|
||
She answered him:" (gulp!) Beg your pardon?" (T)
|
||
|
||
The lovely young Countess of Bole
|
||
Had a sense of humor most droll
|
||
To a masquerade ball
|
||
She wore nothing at all,
|
||
And backed in as a Parker House Roll! (T)
|
||
|
||
80
|
||
There was a young man from old Sparta
|
||
Who was a magnificent farta
|
||
He could fart anything
|
||
From "God Save the Queen,"
|
||
To a solo from "La Traviata!" (T)
|
||
|
||
On the chest of a Countess named Gail
|
||
Was tatooed the price of her tail,
|
||
And on her behind,
|
||
For the sake of the blind,
|
||
Was the same information, in Braille! (T)
|
||
|
||
There was a young man from New Haven
|
||
Who had an affair with a raven
|
||
Said he, with a grin,
|
||
As he wiped off his chin,
|
||
"Nevermore!" (U)
|
||
|
||
A fighter, while armoring up,
|
||
Found a lady's brassiere in his cup.
|
||
Since his jock strap was gone,
|
||
He tied the thing on,
|
||
Saying, "Wonder what's holding HER up?" (M)
|
||
|
||
A lady who liked to brew mead
|
||
Made a very strong potion indeed--
|
||
When served at the War,
|
||
It disabled twelve score,
|
||
And the Midrealm was forced to concede! (M)
|
||
|
||
Hussein, a true servant of Allah,
|
||
Converted some poor Viking fella
|
||
Saying, "Take my advice,
|
||
Seek the true Paradise--
|
||
You know what they serve in Valhalla!" (M)
|
||
|
||
All the lady apes ran from King Kong
|
||
For his dong was unspeakably long
|
||
But a friendly giraffe
|
||
Took his yard-and-a-half
|
||
And ecstatically broke into song! (S)
|
||
|
||
A maiden who lived in Virginny
|
||
Had a cunt that could bark, neigh and whinny
|
||
The hunting set chased her,
|
||
Fucked, buggered, then dropped her
|
||
For the pitch of her organ went tinny! (S)
|
||
|
||
There once was a young girl of Devon
|
||
Who was raped in a garden by seven
|
||
High Anglican priests -
|
||
The lascivious beasts!
|
||
Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.....! (S)
|
||
|
||
When a woman in strapless attire
|
||
Found her breasts working higher and higher
|
||
A guest, with great feeling,
|
||
Exclaimed "How appealing!
|
||
Do you mind if I piss in the fire?" (S)
|
||
|
||
81
|
||
There was a young lady from Trent
|
||
Who said that she knew what it meant
|
||
When he asked her to dine
|
||
Private room, lots of wine,
|
||
She knew, oh, she knew...but she went! (S)
|
||
|
||
There was a young lady named Hitchin
|
||
Who was scratchin' her crotch in the kitchen
|
||
Her mother said, "Rose,"
|
||
"It's the crabs, I suppose..."
|
||
She said, "Yes, and the buggers are itchin'!" (S)
|
||
|
||
There was a young man of St. James
|
||
Who indulged in the jolliest games
|
||
He lighted the rim
|
||
Of his grandmother's quim
|
||
And laughed as she pissed thru the flames! (S)
|
||
|
||
A fellow whose surname was Hunt
|
||
Trained his prick to perform a slick stunt
|
||
This versatile spout
|
||
Could be turned inside out
|
||
like a glove, and be used as a cunt! (S)
|
||
|
||
There was a young girl from Darjeeling
|
||
Who could dance with such exquisite feeling
|
||
There was never a sound
|
||
For miles around
|
||
Save for fly-buttons hitting the ceiling! (S)
|
||
|
||
A hermit who had an oasis
|
||
Thought it the best of all places
|
||
He could pray and be calm
|
||
'Neath a pleasant date-palm,
|
||
While the lice on his pecker ran races! (S)
|
||
|
||
The last time I dined with the King
|
||
He did quite a curious thing:
|
||
He sat on a stool
|
||
And took out his tool,
|
||
And said, "If I play, will you sing?" (S)
|
||
|
||
The gay young Duke of Buckingham
|
||
Stood on the bridge at Rockingham,
|
||
Watching the stunts
|
||
of the cunts and the punts,
|
||
and the tricks of the pricks that were fucking 'em! (S)
|
||
|
||
A mathematician named Ball
|
||
Had a hexahedronical ball,
|
||
And the cube of its' weight
|
||
Times his pecker, plus eight,
|
||
Was four-fifths of five-eighths fucking all! (S)
|
||
|
||
There was a young student of Trinity
|
||
Who shattered his sister's virginity
|
||
He buggered his brother,
|
||
Had twins by his mother,
|
||
And took double honours in Divinity! (S)
|
||
|
||
82
|
||
There was a young fellow named Scott
|
||
Who took a girl out on his yacht
|
||
But, too lazy to rape her,
|
||
He made darts of brown paper,
|
||
Which he languidly threw at her twat! (S)
|
||
|
||
There was a young lady from Exeter
|
||
So pretty, that men craned their necks at her
|
||
One went so far
|
||
As to wave from his car
|
||
The distinguishing mark of his sex at her! (S)
|
||
|
||
There was a young fellow named Kimble
|
||
Whose prick was exceedingly nimble
|
||
But fragile and slender
|
||
And dainty and tender
|
||
So he kept it enclosed in a thimble! (S)
|
||
|
||
An organist, playing at York,
|
||
Had a prick that could hold a small fork,
|
||
And, between obligattos,
|
||
He'd munch at tomatoes
|
||
To keep up his strength while at work! (S)
|
||
|
||
As the she-wolf and lioness feel
|
||
For their cubs, so the Knight for his steel.
|
||
When looking at such
|
||
Ask leave ere you touch
|
||
Or instead of seeing, you'll feel. (C)
|
||
|
||
Be still when a Bard holds the hall.
|
||
Join the dancing or stand by the wall.
|
||
Don't boast of your might
|
||
Till you learn how to fight
|
||
Or after or ever at all. (C)
|
||
|
||
There once was a girl with a torso
|
||
Like Jessica Rabbit's but more so!
|
||
Her only complaint
|
||
Was because Ink and Paint
|
||
Gave each of her tits its own floor show! (K)
|
||
|
||
There once was a Corsair named Sue
|
||
Who preferred a stiff drink to a screw
|
||
But one leads to the other
|
||
And now she's a mother
|
||
Let this be a lesson to you! (A)
|
||
|
||
Every time Her Majesty swoons
|
||
Her boobies pop out like balloons!
|
||
But the King, he stands by,
|
||
With hauteur in his eye,
|
||
And puts them back gently with spoons! (A)
|
||
|
||
There once was a tart from Madrid
|
||
Who learned she was having a kid.
|
||
By holding her water
|
||
Three months and a quarter,
|
||
She drowned the poor bastard, she did! (T)
|
||
|
||
83
|
||
From the depths of the crypt at St. Styles
|
||
Came a scream that resounded for miles
|
||
Said the Vicar, "Good gracious!"
|
||
Has Father Ignatius
|
||
Forgotten the Bishop has piles?" (A)
|
||
|
||
A Countess once had an affair
|
||
With a Lord that was covered with hair
|
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Then she picked up his hat
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And realized that
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She'd been diddled by Smokey the Bear! (A)
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Said an oversexed Duchess named Lou
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Who admitted to age fourty-two
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"I just love this sweet precious
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menopause that refreshes!
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Now I don't give a damn what I do!" (A)
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Said a Caidan big-busted siren
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"Cavaliers are so cute, I must try 'em!"
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She came home in the nude,
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Stewed, screwed, and tattooed
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With lewd pictures, and poems by Byron! (A)
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When Godiva rose out on her horse-o
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She displayed quite a lot of her torso
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A crowd soon collected,
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The ladies objected
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But the men cried "We'd like to see more so!" (A)
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A young castle-protecting alarmer
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Considered himself quite the charmer
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Said the maiden, demure,
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"This is pleasant, I'm sure,
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But why don't you take off your armor?" (A)
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There was a young couple named Neville
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Whose habits were very medieval
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They would strip to the skin
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And each take a pin
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And pick lint from the other one's navel! (A)
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A maiden out walking with Peers
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Once suddenly burst into tears
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When they asked her the reason,
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She said, "I have fleas on
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My ass, and my boobs, and my ears!" (A)
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A Laurel who used strong perfume
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Once kept a baboon in her room
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"It's how I excite
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My Atenveldt knight!"
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But she never would specify whom! (A)
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The heralds are all beyond price
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They dabble in all kinds of vice
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They have virgins, and boys,
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And mechanical toys,
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And on Sundays they meddle with mice! (A)
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Despite their exotic mystique
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Arab girls are really quite meek!
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If a mouse shows its head
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They will jump into bed
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With a terrible, blood-curdling Sheik! (A)
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A hooker that Corsairs thought sweet
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Was selling her twat on the street
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While ambling one day,
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In a casual way,
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She clapped up the whole pirate fleet! (U)
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A remarkable race are the Persians
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They have such peculiar diversions
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They make love all day
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In the usual way,
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And they save up the (k)nights for perversions! (A)
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Said a Viking, in the heat of Bombay,
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"I have prayed for a lay the whole day!
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Now I'll have one, I vow,
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With the first sacred cow
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That looks gentle and gets in my way!" (U)
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Said Queen Isabella of Spain,
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"I'd like it just now and again,
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But please let me explain,
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By 'now and again,'
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I mean NOW, and AGAIN! and AGAIN! (U)
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A Duchess with features cherubic
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Was famed for her area pubic
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When they asked her its size,
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She exclaimed in surprise:
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"Do you want that in square feet...or cubic?" (U)
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A Tuchux girl loves not her lover
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So much as she loves his love of her
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Then loves she her lover
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For love of her lover
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Or for love of her love of her lover? (U)
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A West Kingdom knight I'm not namin'
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Asked a wench that he thought he was tamin'
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"Have you your maidenhead?"
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"Don't be foolish!" she said,
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"But I still have the box that it came in!" (U)
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A Cavalier lady named Mabel
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Once said, "I don't think that I'm able,
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But I'm willing to try
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So where shall I lie?
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On the bed, on the floor, or the table?" (U)
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T'was a randy young wench down in Dover
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Whose passion was such that it drove her
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To cry when you came
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"Oh dear! What a shame!
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Methinks that we'll have to start over!" (U)
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An Atlantian wierdo named Will
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Made his neighbors exceedingly ill
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When they learned of his habits
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Involving white rabbits
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And a bird with a flexible bill! (U)
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A lascivious Scotsman from Neap
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Remarked as he ravished a sheep
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"I'm hoping I shall
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Someday hump a gal,
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But they're neither as tight, nor as cheap!" (U)
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119 verses last update: 08/29/91
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* note: there are HUNDREDS of verses to this song.......
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(T): Traditional (U): Unknown source (I): Ioseph of Locksley
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(E): East Kingdom Songbook (S): Singapore Hash House Harriers
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(J): John Benson (M): Marian Greenleaf (C): Cariadoc of The Bow
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(K): Charlie Kellner (A): Ardjukk Afraid-of-His-Cats
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*
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*
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THE WESTMINISTER WHORE
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(c. 1610) Found in "Bawdy Verse, A Pleasant Collection"
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As I went to Westminister Abby
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I saw a younge Wenche on her backe,
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Cramminge in a Dildo of Tabby
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Into her Cunt Till 'twas ready to crack.
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"By your leave" said I, "Pretty Maid,
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Methinks your sport is but drye?"
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"I can get no better" she said; "Sir,
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And I'll tell you the reason why."
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"Madame P. hath a Thing at her breech,
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Sucks up all the scad of the Town;
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She's a damn'd lascivious Bitch
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And fucks for half-a-Crown."
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"Now, the Curse of a Cunt without Hair
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And ten thousand Poxes upon her;
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We pore whores may go hang in dispaire;
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We're undone by the Maydes of Honour."
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Then in Loyalty, as I was bound,
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Hering her speak in this sort.
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I fuckt her thrice on the ground,
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And bid her speak well of the Court.
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*
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87
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*
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WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT?
|
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(Monty Python)
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Whenever life gets you down Mrs. Brown,
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And things seem hard or tough,
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And people are stupid, obnoxious, or daft,
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And you feel that you've had quite enough...
|
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|
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Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving,
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And revolving at nine-hundred miles an hour.
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That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
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A sun that is the source of all our power.
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The Sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see,
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Are moving at a million miles a day,
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In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
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Of the galaxy we call the Milky Way.
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|
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Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars,
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It's one hundred thousand light years side to side.
|
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It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
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But out by us it's just three thousand light years wide.
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|
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We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point,
|
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We go round every two hundred million years,
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And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions (and billions...)
|
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In this amazing and expanding universe.
|
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|
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The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
|
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In all of the directions it can whiz.
|
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As fast as it can go, the speed of light you know,
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Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
|
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|
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So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure,
|
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How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
|
||
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
|
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Because there's bugger all down here on earth.
|
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|
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*
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88
|
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*
|
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|
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YOUNG FOLKS, OLD FOLKS
|
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-Traditional
|
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|
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CHORUS: Young folks, old folks, everybody come
|
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Come to the Sunday School and have a lot of fun
|
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Bring a stick of chewing gum and park it at the door
|
||
(Please check your chewing gum and razors at the door)
|
||
And we'll tell you Bible stories like you never heard before!
|
||
|
||
God made the world in six days and rested on the seventh
|
||
According to the contract, it should have been the eleventh
|
||
But the carpenters were out on strike, the masons wouldn't work
|
||
So the foremen dug a hole and they filled it up with dirt
|
||
|
||
When they finished with the firmament they started on the sky
|
||
They hung it overhead and they left it there to dry
|
||
They studded it with stars made of pretty angel's eyes
|
||
To give us a little light when the moon forgot to rise
|
||
|
||
God made Satan, Satan made sin
|
||
God made a hot place to put Satan in
|
||
Satan didn't like it so he said he wouldn't stay
|
||
He's been acting like the devil ever since that very day!
|
||
|
||
Adam was the first man that ever was invented
|
||
Along came Eve, and then he was contented
|
||
Then came the Serpent, knocking at the door
|
||
Eve et the apple, and Adam et the core!
|
||
|
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Adam was a gardener and Eve, she was his spouse
|
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They got the sack for stealing fruit and went to keeping house
|
||
They lived a very quiet life, and peaceful in the main
|
||
Until they had a baby and they started raising Cain!
|
||
|
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Adam was the first man, we all do believe
|
||
He had a wife and her name was Eve
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She was fair to look upon, and oh how she could dance
|
||
And her dress was made of shredded wheat, and so were Adam's pants
|
||
|
||
Adam had two sons who didn't quite agree
|
||
The psychiatrists they conferred and said " 'Twas sibling rivalry!"
|
||
One day young Cain got angry, and somehow lost his head
|
||
Took out his Colt revolver and filled Abel full of lead!
|
||
|
||
Noah was a mariner and sailed around the sea
|
||
With half a dozen wives and a whole menagerie
|
||
He tried his hand a fishing so the Bible tale confirms
|
||
But he didn't have much luck 'cause he only had two worms!
|
||
|
||
Methuselah was crabby 'cause he couldn't take a joke
|
||
He had all the makings of an old and seedy bloke
|
||
His whiskers got so long that he couldn't see ahead
|
||
If he'd tucked in all the covers he could have used them for his bed!
|
||
|
||
Methuselah got famous, for he refused to die
|
||
"When ya gonna croak?" they asked, he answered, "Bye and bye!"
|
||
And when they pressed him for the date, Methuzy whispered "Hush!"
|
||
Then laughing thru his whiskers, he hollered "What's the rush?"
|
||
89
|
||
Esau was a cowboy, a wild and wooly rake
|
||
Half the ranch belonged to him, and half to brother Jake
|
||
Now Esau thought the title to the property weren't clear
|
||
So he sold out to his brother for a sandwich and a beer
|
||
|
||
Onan, son of Judah, was a melancholy kid;
|
||
He'd jerk and jerk and jerk and jerk, and that was all he did.
|
||
But the Lord got angry, when Onan shunned his mate
|
||
So awfully hipped on self-abuse, he wouldn't fornicate!
|
||
|
||
Joseph was a shepherd and he kept his father's goats
|
||
His Daddy used to dress him in the very loudest coats
|
||
His brothers they got jealous and they threw him in a well
|
||
Joseph went to Heaven and the others went to -----
|
||
|
||
Joseph was a pretty boy, a very handsome kid
|
||
His boss' wife she eyed him, and straight'way flipped her lid
|
||
She grabbed him by his you-know-what, and sat him on her lap
|
||
But Joey wouldn't fall for that - he knew she had the clap!
|
||
|
||
Moses was a prophet, they found him by a brook
|
||
He was found by Pharaoh's daughter when she went in for a look
|
||
She took him home to Father, said she found him by the shore
|
||
Pharaoh merely smiled and said "I've heard that one before!"
|
||
|
||
Moses was a wise old bird who knew some fancy tricks
|
||
The 'gyppos tried some phoney stuff with magic walking sticks
|
||
Old Pharoah he pursued him, and the Israelites did flee
|
||
But Moses hexed the army, and drowned 'em in the sea!
|
||
|
||
Moses was the leader of the Israelitic flock,
|
||
He used to get spa water just by tapping on a rock.
|
||
But then, from the multitude there came a mighty cheer,
|
||
For instead of getting water, he got Foster's Lager beer!
|
||
|
||
Joshua was a jazz cat - the greatest ever born
|
||
The wall of Jericho fell down when he blew on his horn
|
||
Pursuing all his enemies, he made the sun stand still
|
||
The sun it wouldn't listen, so he nailed it to a hill!
|
||
|
||
Here comes Ruth just looking all around
|
||
Just like the girls in my home town
|
||
Didn't wear any lipstick, or powder on her nose
|
||
But she got a fella, as everybody knows!
|
||
|
||
Meshach, Shadrach and Abednego
|
||
Told the King of Babylon where he could go
|
||
He put them in the furnace, and gave the door a slam
|
||
But they wore asbestos BVD's and didn't give a....hoot
|
||
|
||
Daniel was a stubborn man who wouldn't mind the King
|
||
The King said he'd nver heard of such a naughty thing!
|
||
Put Daniel in the lion's den, with Daniel underneath
|
||
But Daniel was a dentist, and he pulled the lion's teeth!
|
||
|
||
Salome was a dancer and she danced before the King
|
||
She wiggled and she wobbled and she shook most everything
|
||
"But" said the King, "We must have no scandal here!"
|
||
"The hell we won't!" Salome said, and kicked the chandelier!
|
||
|
||
90
|
||
Samson was a guy from the P.T. Barnum school
|
||
He used to lift five hundred pounds as strongman in the show
|
||
'Til a lady named Delilah got him all fixed up with gin
|
||
They caught him bald-headed and the coppers ran him in!
|
||
|
||
But Samson wasn't satisfied, the pace got in his hair
|
||
He mooned around when the act was on and set himself a chair
|
||
He'd slain ten thousand Philistines with the jawbone of a mouse
|
||
But that weight-lift act of Samson's brought down the house!
|
||
|
||
Solomon was a wise man, he had a lot of cash
|
||
Queen of Sheba came along, and Solly made a mash
|
||
I guess he thought that royalty was rather underpaid
|
||
For he took to writing proverbs, tho he was a King by trade!
|
||
|
||
Jeremiah was a wailer who cried both night and day
|
||
He bawled and bawled just bucketsful, and cried his eyes away
|
||
They asked him "Whatcha cryin' for?" He grabbed a handkerchief
|
||
"The worst, dear friends, has happened: my pecker won't get stiff!"
|
||
|
||
Elijah was an astronaut, a very clever flyer
|
||
He winged up to heaven in a chariot of fire
|
||
But when he reached the Pearly Gates, the Lord began to frown;
|
||
"Now listen here, Elijah, just haul those cinders down!"
|
||
|
||
Elijah was a prophet and he worked the County Fairs
|
||
He advertised his act with a set of dancing bears
|
||
He held a sale of prophecies 'most every afternoon
|
||
And he went up every evening in a gaudy silk balloon
|
||
|
||
Ahab had a lovely wife, her name was Jezebel
|
||
While hanging out the clothes one day, down off the roof she fell
|
||
"Your wife has gone all to the dogs," was what they told the King
|
||
But Ahab said he'd never heard of such a doggone thing!
|
||
|
||
Jonah was an emigrant, so runs the Bible tale
|
||
He took a steerage passage on a transatlantic whale
|
||
Jonah in the belly of the whale felt quite compressed
|
||
So he pushed a little button and the whale did the rest!
|
||
|
||
Goliath was a giant, and he was a rowdy cuss
|
||
Went around the countryside, looking for a fuss
|
||
When he saw David, he laughed till he bust
|
||
Then David heaved a rock and socked him on the crust!
|
||
|
||
John was a Baptist, whose look was hot as fire
|
||
He took one look at Salome and filled her with desire
|
||
She propositioned Johnny, but he wouldn't go to bed
|
||
So Johnny lost that piece of tail, and also lost his head!
|
||
|
||
Paul was a salesman who travelled far and wide
|
||
But tho he was a bachelor, he never went for hide
|
||
He scorned every female, and preached that sex was out
|
||
And 'twas all because Paul's peter was afflicted with the gout!
|
||
|
||
There are plenty of these Bible tales, I'll tell you more tomorrow
|
||
How Lot with the wife and family fled from Sodom and Gomorrah
|
||
But his wife turned to salt, to her very great dismay
|
||
And Lot moved out to the suburbs of L.A.!
|
||
------
|
||
91
|
||
|
||
EXTRA AND VARIANT VERSES:
|
||
|
||
God made Satan, and Satan made sin.
|
||
God made a cubbyhole to put Satan in.
|
||
Satan got mad and said he wouldn't stay.
|
||
The Lord said "You gotta, 'cause you can't get away."
|
||
|
||
Adam was the first man that ever was invented
|
||
He lived out his life and never was contented
|
||
He was made all out of mud and that's no lie
|
||
They hung on a fence in the sun to dry
|
||
|
||
Adam was the first man, Eve she was a mother
|
||
Cain was a wicked man because he slew his brother
|
||
Samson was a strong man, Noah built the Ark
|
||
Jonah was a fisherman got swallered by a shark
|
||
|
||
Adam was the first man, Eve was his spouse,
|
||
They stopped eating fruit and set to keeping house
|
||
All was going pretty well, until the baby came
|
||
And then they started in a-raising Cain!
|
||
|
||
Adam was the first man, Eve was his spouse
|
||
They started in the Garden, together keeping house
|
||
All was going pretty well, until the baby came
|
||
And then they started in a-raising Cain!
|
||
|
||
Noah was a carpenter, walking in the dark
|
||
Stumbled on a hammer, and built himself an Ark
|
||
The rain came down in showers fine
|
||
And the Ark sailed away on scheduled time
|
||
|
||
Noah was a mariner and sailed around the sea
|
||
With half a dozen wives and a whole menagerie
|
||
He failed the first season when it rained for forty days
|
||
In that knd of weather, a circus never pays!
|
||
|
||
Jonah signed up for a transatlantic sail
|
||
He spent three days in the belly of a whale
|
||
Jonah got bored, and the whale got depressed
|
||
So Jonah pushed the button and the whale did the rest
|
||
|
||
Salome was a dancer and she danced the hootchy-cootch
|
||
She danced before the King and he liked her very much
|
||
"But" said the King, "We must have no scandal here!"
|
||
"The hell we won't!" Salome said, and kicked the chandelier!
|
||
|
||
Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego
|
||
Wouldn't obey the King and so they had to go
|
||
Put 'em in a furnace to burn 'em up like chaff
|
||
But they had asbestos BVD's and gave the King a laugh!
|
||
|
||
*
|
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|
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|
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|
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|
||
|
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92
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|
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This is the Alphabetical Version of the bawdy/rotten songs
|
||
of the Black Book Of Locksley. This has been compiled by
|
||
Ioseph of Locksley, PO Box 35190, Phoenix, AZ 85069, who is
|
||
always interested in more lyrics to any of the above songs,
|
||
or other songs that he might not have. Feel free to sing
|
||
these where ever you want to, but use discretion with these
|
||
songs, as some or all of them may offend your listeners.
|
||
|
||
Updates to this file will be periodically made available.
|
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This file was finished in September of 1991.
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