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| Cave Adsum |
Posted - 12 February 2006 : 13:01:15
I think we should have a topic for all the different touring songs that we know.
Utrinque Paratus |
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| halifaxbeest |
Posted - 14 February 2006 : 11:12:23
I didn't know women had a 'vorse'.
Gag for the cleverer among you...
I just called to say I love MMUUURRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH 3:-O |
| Exodia |
Posted - 14 February 2006 : 10:15:28
Only a bit sad. thats what my wife said right before i devorsed her.
THE DRAGONS FANG |
| sadam |
Posted - 12 February 2006 : 17:47:27
You're a bit sad |
| Exodia |
Posted - 12 February 2006 : 13:11:28
I agree. Here are a few you'll like or recognize.
I've lost all my feeling.
I can't close my eyes anymore or I get the spins
And there's no sensation anymore in my fingertips
I'm trying hard not to throw up
Soon maybe, maybe I'll grow up
I've lost all my feeling
Whoaoooa all my feeling
I've lost all my feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone
Whoaoooaooa
Now there's a welcome look in my eyes when I reach for booze
And my liver spots and yellow eyes are my drinking dues
It makes me just feel like crying (baby)
Cause baby, it's last call and I'm buying
I've lost all my feeling
Whoaoooa all my feeling
I've lost all my feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone
Whoaoooaooa
Porcelain baby, I'll get down on my knees for you
If you would only soothe me like you used to do, yeah
We had a night, a night, a night you don't have everyday
So don't don't don't let memory slip away
Barkeep (barkeep) barkeep (barkeep)
I need some rum (I need some rum) I need some rum (I need some rum)
And bring Labatt's (and bring Labatt's) and bring Labatt's (and bring Labatt's)
Bring back that Labatt's feeling
Whooa that Labatt's feeling
Bring back that Labatt's feeling
Cause it's gone...gone..gone
And I won't last long
Noooaooa
I Don't Want To Join The Army
I don't want to join the army
I don't want to go to war
I'd rather hang around Piccadilly Underground
Living of the earnings of a high class lady
I don't want a bayonet up me ****hole
I don't want me bollocks shot away
I'd rather be in England
Merry merry England
And fornicate my ****in' life away (cor blimey)
Monday I touched her on the ankle
Tuesday I touched her on the knee
On Wednesday I confess I lifted up her dress
On Thursday I saw it (cor blimey)
Friday I put my hand upon it
Saturday she gave my balls a twist
And Sunday after supper I rammed me ****er up her
And now I'm paying seven and six a week (cor blimey)
I don't want to join the Navy.
I don't want to go to sea.
I'd rather hang around Piccadilly Underground,
Living on the earnings of a high born lady.
I don't need no Frenchy women,
London's full of girls I never had.
I want to stay in Blighty, Lord Gawd Almighty,
Following in the footsteps of me dad.
Alternative version:
I don't want to be a soldier
Oh, I don't want to be a soldier,
I don't want to join the fightin' class,
I just want to go,
Down to old Soho,
Pinchin' all the girlies in the shoulder blades.
Oh, I don't want to see the Queen's dominions,
Why -London's- full o' girls I've never 'ad,
I just want to stay in England,
Merry merry England,
And follow in the footsteps of me dad.
So call out the members of the Queen's Marines,
Call out the King's Artillery,
Call out me mother,
Me sister and me brother,
But for Chrissake don't call me.
Monday night me 'and was on her ankle,
Tuesday night me 'and was on her knees,
Wednesday night, success!
I lifted up her dress,
Thursday night I lifted up her silk chemise.
Well, Friday night I got me 'and upon it,
Saturday night I gave it just a tweak,
Sunday after supper,
I finally got in up her,
And now I'm payin' seven and six a week (Gorblimey...)
Call out the members of the Queen's Marines,
Call out the King's Artillery,
Call out me mother,
Me sister and me brother,
But for Chrissake don't call me
Oh, I don't want to join the Navy,
And I don't want to go to war,
I just want to 'ang around,
Piccadilly underground,
Livin' off the earnings of an 'igh-class lady.
I don't want a bullet up me backside,
An' I don't want me knockers shot away,
I just want to stay in England,
Merry merry England,
And fornicate me bloomin' life away!
So call out the members of the Queen's Marines,
Call out the King's Artillery,
Call out me mother,
Me sister and me brother,
But for Chrissake don't call me!!
Another alternative version:
As sung by the officers of the 2nd Battallion 19th U.S. Infantry Regiment (Korea 1957)
Call out the army and the navy
Call out the rank and the file
Call out the bloody territorials,
They'll face danger with a smile,
Oh Blimey!
Call out the soldiers of the Queen's Marines!
Call out the King's artillery!
Call out me mother, me sister and me brother,
BUT FOR GOD SAKE DON' T CALL ME!
Court of The Horny Five Sweetheart Song
CHORUS: In the mood, hard on crazy rhythm,
In the mood, hard on crazy rhythm,
In the mood, hard on crazy rhythm,
Up tight, and out of sight, and in the mood.
She's got nipples on her tits just as big as your thumb.
She's jot somethin' 'tween her legs to make a dead man cum.
She's got shoo-fly pie - apple pandowdy,
Makes your balls rise up and makes your pecker say "Howdy"'.
You can huff and you can puff and you can strut your stuff,
But you can't eat enough of her wonderful muff!
Oh, the nipples on her tits are as big as my thumb.
The wiggle of her ass will make a dead man cum.
She's a mean mother f**ker and a great c**ksucker.
She's my girl; she f**ks.
'Cuckoo Song'
Tune: Away in a manger
A strange bird is the cuckoo
As he sits on the grass,
With it’s wings neatly folded
And it’s beak up his a*s.
In this strange position
It can only say “twit,”
For it’s hard to say cuckoo
With a beak full of sh*t.
The owl is a funny bird
With its eyes big and round,
And an uglier b*$tard
Can scarcely be found.
It flies through the night sky
Going “Tu whit, tu woo,”
Which in owl type language
Means, “B*ll*cks to you”!
Happy reading
THE DRAGONS FANG |
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