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					Silver Dollar/Amy/Sunshine ...................................................................2
Around the Town ....................................................................................3
Under the Boardwalk ..............................................................................3
King of the Road .....................................................................................4
Angels (Robbie Williams) ......................................................................4
Wonderwall .............................................................................................5
Take me Home, Country Road ...............................................................6
Show me the way to go home .................................................................6
Cockles and Mussels...............................................................................7
Flower of Scotland ..................................................................................7
Swing Low ..............................................................................................8
Jerusalem.................................................................................................8
Sloop John B ...........................................................................................9
Waltzing Matilda ..................................................................................10
Moon River ...........................................................................................10
American Pie (Don McLean)................................................................11
Delilah (Tom Jones)..............................................................................12
The Boxer (Simon & Garfunkel) ..........................................................13
All Queers Together (Eton Boat Song) ................................................14
King of the Swingers ............................................................................15
On Top of Old Sophie ...........................................................................15
Running Bear ........................................................................................16
Chantilly Lace .......................................................................................16
Banana Boat Song .................................................................................17
Sit on my Face ......................................................................................18
Penis Song.............................................................................................18
California Dreamin'...............................................................................18
Bruce’s Philosophers Song (Monty Python) ........................................19
Ringadangdoo .......................................................................................20
Daydream Believer (The Monkees)......................................................21
Lily the Pink..........................................................................................21
Five Hundred Miles ..............................................................................22
Irish Rover ............................................................................................23
Men of Harlech .....................................................................................24
Cwm Rhondda (Bread of Heaven) .......................................................24
Hen wlad fy nhadau (Welsh Anthem) ..................................................24
Green, Green Grass of Home ................................................................25
Danny Boy ............................................................................................25
Ireland’s Call.........................................................................................25
Suspicious Minds ..................................................................................26
Rawhide ................................................................................................27
Bohemian Rhapsody .............................................................................28
                     Silver Dollar/Amy/Sunshine
Rolla, rolla, rolla, rolla, rolla, rolla, rolla
You can roll a silver dollar, along the ground
And it will roll, because it’s round
A woman doesn’t know what a good thing she’s got
Until she’s been around, round, round, round
Listen my hearties, listen to me, I want you to understand
The way that silver dollar rolls along the ground
A woman goes from man to man

I said a man without a woman, is like a ship without a sail
It’s like a boat without a rudder, it’s like a fish without a tail
I said a man without a woman, is like a wreck upon the shore
There’s only one thing worse, in the universe
And that’s a woman, I said a woman, I said a woman without a man

Amy, Amy, Amy my girl, what are you waiting for now
You promised to marry me someday soon
It’s never too late and it’s never too soon
So, all the family, keep on asking me
Which way, what way, you in the family way
Amy, Amy, Amy my girl, what are you waiting for now

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are grey
You never noticed, how much I love you
So please don’t take my sunshine away

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
When I awake dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head down and cried

You told me once dear, you really loved me
And no one else could come between
But now you’ve left me, and love another
You have shattered all of my dreams
                             Around the Town
Around the town, she wears a yellow ribbon
She wears a yellow ribbon in the merry month of May
And if you ask her why on earth she wears it
She wears it for the Marlow boys from far, far away
Far away, far away
She wears it for the Marlow boys from far, far away

Around the town, she wheels a pramulator
She wheels a pramulator in the merry month of May
And if you ask her why on earth she wheels it
She wheels it for the Marlow boys from far, far away
Far away, far away
She wheels it for the Marlow boys from far, far away

And in that pram, there sits a bonny baby
There sits a bonny baby in the merry month of May
And if you ask her where on earth she got it
She got it from the Marlow boys from far, far away
Far away, far away
She got it from the Marlow boys from far, far away

Behind the door, her father keeps a shotgun
Her father keeps a shotgun in the merry month of May
And if you ask her why on earth he keeps it
He keeps it from the Marlow boys from far, far away
Far away, far away
He keeps it for the Marlow boys from far, far away

                          Under the Boardwalk
Oh when the sun beats down and melts the tar up on the roof
And the streets get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby’s where I’ll be

Under the boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the boardwalk, we’ll be having some fun
Under the boardwalk, people walking above
Under the boardwalk, we’ll be falling in love
Under the boardwalk, boardwalk

Now from the sands you here the happy sounds of a carousel
You can almost taste the hotdogs and French fries they sell
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby’s where I’ll be
                              King of the Road
Trailer for sale or rent                      I know every engineer on every train
Room to let 50 cents                          All of their children and all of their names
No phone no pool no pets                      Every handout in every town
I ain’t got no cigarettes                     And every lock that ain’t locked when no one’s
Oh but, 2 hours of pushing broom              around
Buys an 8 by 12, 4 bit room
I’m a man of means by no means                I sing
King of the road
                                              Trailer for sale or rent
 rd
3 boxcar, midnight train                      Room to let 50 cents
Destination Bangor, Maine                     No phone no pool nom pets
Old worn out suit and shoes                   I ain’t got no cigarettes
I don’t pay no union dues                     Oh but, 2 hours of pushing broom
I smoke old stogies I have found              Buys an 8 by 12, 4 bit room
Short, but not too big around                 I’m a man of means by no means
I’m a man of means by no means                King of the road
King of the road

                       Angels (Robbie Williams)
I sit and wait                                And as the feeling grows
Does an angel contemplate my fate             She breathes flesh to my bones
And do they know                              And when love is dead
The places where we go                        I’m loving angels instead
When we’re grey and old
‘cos I’ve been told                           And through it all she offers me protection
That salvation lets their wings unfold        A lot of love and affection
So when I’m lying in my bed                   Whether I’m right or wrong
Thoughts running through my head              And down the waterfall
And I feel that love is dead                  Wherever it may take me
I’m loving angels instead                     I know that life won’t break me
                                              When I come to call she won’t forsake me
And through it all she offers me protection   I’m loving angels instead
A lot of love and affection
Whether I’m right or wrong                    And through it all she offers me protection
And down the waterfall                        A lot of love and affection
Wherever it may take me                       Whether I’m right or wrong
I know that life won’t break me               And down the waterfall
When I come to call she won’t forsake me      Wherever it may take me
I’m loving angels instead                     I know that life won’t break me
                                              When I come to call she won’t forsake me
When I’m feeling weak                         I’m loving angels instead
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I’ll always be blessed with love
                                  Wonderwall
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all, you're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how

I said maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all, you're my wonderwall
I said maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me
And after all, you're my wonderwall
Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
                  Take me Home, Country Road
Almost heaven, west Virginia                     Country roads, take me home
Blue ridge mountains, Shenandoah river           To the place I belong
Life is old there                                West Virginia, mountain mama
Older than the trees                             Take me home, country roads
Younger than the mountains
Growing like a breeze                            I heard her voice
                                                 In the morning hour she calls me
Country roads, take me home                      The radio reminds me of my home far away
To the place I belong                            Driving down a road I get a feelin
West Virginia, mountain mama                     That I should have been home yesterday,
Take me home, country roads                      yesterday

All my memories gather round her                 Country roads, take me home
Miners lady, stranger to blue water              To the place I belong
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky               West Virginia, mountain mama
Misty taste of moonshine                         Take me home, country roads
Teardrop in my eye


                    Show me the way to go home
Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it's gone right to my head
Wherever I roam
Over land or sea or foam
You will always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home

Indicate the direction to my habitual abode
I'm fatigued and I wish to retire
I had an alcoholic beverage, sixty minutes ago
And it’s gone right to my cerebellum
No matter where I perambulate
Over aqua, terra firma or atmospheric vapour
You will always hear me recanting this melody
Indicate the direction to my habitual abode
          Cockles and Mussels                                 Flower of Scotland
In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty   O Flower of Scotland
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone              When will we see
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through streets        Your like again
broad and narrow                                       That fought and died for
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive-o              Your wee bit Hill and Glen
                                                       And stood against him
Alive, alive-o, alive, alive-o                         Proud Edward's Army
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-o             And sent him homeward
                                                       Tae think again
She was a fishmonger, and sure t’was no wonder         The Hills are bare now
For so were her father and mother before               And Autumn leaves
And they each wheeled their barrows, through           lie thick and still
streets broad and narrow                               O'er land that is lost now
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive-o              Which those so dearly held
                                                       That stood against him
Alive, alive-o, alive, alive-o                         Proud Edward's Army
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-o             And sent him homeward
                                                       Tae think again
She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone             Those days are past now
Now her ghost wheels her barrow, through streets       And in the past
broad and narrow                                       they must remain
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive-o              But we can still rise now
                                                       And be the nation again
Alive, alive-o, alive, alive-o                         That stood against him
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive-o             Proud Edward's Army
                                                       And sent him homeward
                                                       Tae think again
                    Swing Low                                    Jerusalem
Swing low sweet chariot                               And did those feet in ancient times
Coming for to carry me home                           Walk upon England’s mountains green
Swing low sweet chariot coming for to carry me home   And was the holy lamb of God
                                                      On England’s pleasant pastures seen
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home                           And did the countenance divine
A band of angels, coming after me                     Shine forth upon those clouded hills
Coming for to carry me home                           And was Jerusalem builded here
                                                      Among those dark satanic mills
Swing low sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home                           Bring me my bow of burning gold
Swing low sweet chariot coming for to carry me home   Bring me my arrows of desire
                                                      Bring me my spear O clouds unfold
If you get there before I do                          Bring me my chariots of fire
Coming for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I’m coming too                    I shall not cease from mental fight
Coming for to carry me home                           Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
                                                      Until Jerusalem is builded here
Swing low sweet chariot                               On England’s green and pleasant land.
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low sweet chariot coming for to carry me home

I’m sometime up, I’m sometimes down
Coming for to carry me home
But still my soul feels heavenly bound
Coming for to carry me home

Swing low sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low sweet chariot coming for to carry me home
                                Sloop John B
We sail on the Sloop John B
My grandpappy and me
Around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night, got into a fight
I feel so broke up, I want to go home

(Chorus)
So hoist up the John B sail
See how the main sail’s set
Call on the Captain ashore let me go home
Let me go home, I want to go home
I feel so broke up, I want to go home

Oh the first mate he got drunk
Broke into the Captain’s trunk
The constable had to come take him away
Oh sheriff John Stone, why don’t you leave him alone
I feel so broke up, I want to go home

Chorus

Oh the Captain’s a wicked man
Gets drunk whenever he can
Ho don’t give a damn for grandpappy and me
Oh sheriff John Stone, why don’t you leave us alone
I feel so broke up, I want to go home

Chorus

The chief cook he got the fits
Threw away all of my grits
And then he went and drank up all of my rum
Oh sheriff John Stone, why do you leave him alone
I feel so broke up, I want to go home

Chorus

The Bosun gets randy when pissed
And I know I’m next on his list
And tonight he wants to have his way with me
Oh Bosun Jocky Malone, please leave my bottom alone
I feel so broke up, I want to go home

Chorus
                             Waltzing Matilda
Once a jolly swagman camped beside a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree
And he sang as he sat and waited while his billy boiled
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

(Chorus)
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited while his billy boiled
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Down came a jumpbuck to drink at the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee
And he sang as he stowed that jumback in his tuckerbag
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Chorus

Up came the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred
Down came the troopers - one, two, three
"Where's that jolly jumpbuck you've got in your tuckerbag”
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me

Chorus

Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong
"You'll never take me alive!", said he
And his ghost may be heard as you pass beside that billabong
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me


                                 Moon River
Moon River, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Old dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're going, I'm going your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end
My Huckleberry friend, Moon River and me
                    American Pie (Don McLean)
A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside the day the music died, so

(Chorus)
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock and roll, can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
I know that you're in love with him, cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck.
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died. I started singing

Chorus

Now for ten years we've been on our own, and moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark, the day the music died. We were singing

Chorus
                           Delilah (Tom Jones)
I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind

My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
I could see that girl was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no man could free

At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting
I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more

My, my, my Delilah
Why, why, why Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more

(trumpet solo)

She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more

My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more
                 The Boxer (Simon & Garfunkel)
I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,             Lie-la-lie ...
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,                Now the years are rolling by me,
Such are promises                          They are rocking evenly.
All lies and jest                          I am older than I once was,
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear   Younger than I'll be,
And disregards the rest.                   That's not unusual.
                                           No, it isn't strange,
                                           After changes upon changes,
Lie-la-lie ...
                                           We are more or less the same.
                                           After changes we are more or less the same.
When I left my home and my family,
I was no more than a boy                   Lie-la-lie ...
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,       Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
Running scared, laying low,                And wishing I was gone
Seeking out the poorer quarters            Going home
Where the ragged people go,                Where the New York City winters
Looking for the places                     Aren't bleeding me,
Only they would know.                      Leading me,
                                           Going home.
Lie-la-lie ...                             In the clearing stands a boxer,
                                           And a fighter by his trade
Asking only workman's wages                And he carries the reminders
I come looking for a job,                  Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
But I get no offers,                       Or cut him till he cried out
Just a come-on from the whores             In his anger and his shame,
On Seventh Avenue.                         "I am leaving, I am leaving."
I do declare,                              But the fighter still remains.
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.                 Lie-la-lie ...
            All Queers Together (Eton Boat Song)
Oh, the sexual life of a camel
is stranger than anyone thinks
at the height of the mating season
he tries to bugger the Sphinx
but the Sphinx's posterior orifice
is bunged up with silt from the Nile
which accounts for the hump on the camel
and the Sphinx's inscrutable smile

The sexual life of an ostrich
is somewhat exceedingly grand
at the height of the mating season
he buries his head in the sand
When along comes another ostrich
and sees his arse in the air
doesn’t know whether to fuck it or bugger it
That’s why the ostrich is rare

Through the process of syphilization
from anthropoid ape down to man
it's been generally held that the Navy
has buggered whatever it can
but in recent intensive researches
by Darwin and Hauxley and Hall
it's been proved without doubt that the hedgehog
has never been buggered at all

We therefore believe our conclusion
is incontrovertibly shown
that relative safety on shipboard
is enjoyed by the hedgehog alone
why haven't they done it at Spithead
as they've done it at Harvard & Yale
and also at Oxford & Cambridge
by shaving the spines off its tail
        King of the Swingers                    On Top of Old Sophie
Now I'm the king of the swingers         On top of Old Sophie
Oh, the jungle VIP                       All covered with sweat
I've reached the top and had to stop     I've used fourteen rubbers
And that's what botherin' me             But she hasn't come yet
I wanna be a man, mancub
And stroll right into town               For fucking's a pleasure
And be just like the other men           And farting's relief
I'm tired of monkeyin' around            But a long-winded lover
                                         Will bring nothing but grief
Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you                      She'll kiss you and hug you
I wanna walk like you                    Say it won't take long
Talk like you, too                       But two hours later
You'll see it's true                     You're still going strong
An ape like me
Can learn to be human too                So come all you lovers
                                         And listen to me
( Gee, cousin Louie                      Don't waste your erection
You're doin' real good                   On a long winded she
Now here's your part of the deal, cuz
Lay the secret on me of man's red fire   For your root will just wither
But I don't know how to make fire )      And your passion will die
                                         And she will forsake you
Now don't try to kid me, mancub          And you'll never know why
I made a deal with you
What I desire is man's red fire
To make my dream come true
Give me the secret, mancub
Clue me what to do
Give me the power of man's red flower
So I can be like you

You
I wanna be like you
I wanna talk like you
Walk like you, too
You'll see it's true
Someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like you
Can learn to be
Like someone like me
              Running Bear                                Chantilly Lace
On the banks, of the river                   Hello, baaaaby
stood Running Bear, young Indian brave       Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin'
On the other, side of the river              Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, you sweet thing
stood his lovely Indian maid                 Do I what? Will I what
Little White Dove, was her name              Oh baby, you knoooow what I like
such a lovely sight to see
But their tribes, fought with each other     (Chorus)
so their love could never be                 Chantilly Lace had a pretty face and a ponytail
                                             hangin' down
(Chorus)                                     A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk
Running Bear                                 Make the world go 'round, round, round
loved Little White Dove                      Ain't nothing in the world like a blue eyed girl
with a love big as the sky                   To make me act so funny, make me spend my
Running Bear                                 money
loved Little White Dove                      Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
with a love that couldn't die                Oh baby, that's what I like

He couldn't swim, the raging river           What's that, baby
'cause the river, it was too wide            But... but... but... oh, honey
He couldn't reach, little White Dove         Oh baby, you know what I like
waitin' on the other side
In the moonlight, he could see her           Chorus
throwing kisses, across the waves
Her little heart, was beating faster         What's that, honey?
waiting there for her brave                  Pick you up at eight, and don't be late
                                             But baby,...I ain't got nooo money, honey
(Chorus)                                     All right, baby, you know what I like

Running Bear, dove in the water              Chorus
Little White Dove, did the same
And they swam, out to each other
through the swirling stream they came
As their hands touched, and their lips met
the raging river, it pulled them down
Now they'll always, be together
in that happy hunting ground

(Chorus)
                            Banana Boat Song
Day-o, day-ay-ay-o                                A beautiful bunch a'ripe banana
Daylight come and he wan' go home                 (daylight come and he wan' go home)
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say   Hide thee deadly black tarantula
day, he say day-ay-ay-o                           (Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Daylight come and he wan' go home
                                                  It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!
Work all night on a drink a'rum                   (Daylight come and he wan' go home)
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)               Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!
Stack banana till morning come                    (Daylight come and he wan' go home)
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)
                                                  Day, he say day-ay-ay-o
Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana              (Daylight come and he wan' go home)
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)               Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day,
Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana              he say day
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)               (Daylight come and he wan' go home)

It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!     Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)               (Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, BUNCH!          Come, Mr. Tally Mon, tally me banana
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)               (Daylight come and he wan' go home)

Day, he say day-ay-ay-o                           Day-o, day-ay-ay-o
(daylight come and he wan’ go home)               (Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say   Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day,
day, he say day                                   he say day-ay-ay-o
(Daylight come and he wan' go home)               (Daylight come and he wan' go home)
                                 Sit on my Face
Sit on my face and tell me that you love me
I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too
I love to hear you oralise
When I'm between your thighs
You blow me away
Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you
I'll sit on your face, and then I'll love you truly
Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine
If we sit on our faces in all sorts of places and play
Till we're blown away


               Penis Song                                      California Dreamin'
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis                All the leaves are brown
Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong             And the sky is grey
It's swell to have a stiffy                          I've been for a walk
It's divine to own a dick                            On a winter's day
From the tiniest little tadger                       I'd be safe and warm
To the world's biggest prick                         If I was in L.A.
So, three cheers for your Willy or John              California dreamin'
Thomas                                               On such a winter's day
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake
Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend          Stopped into a church
Your Percy, or your cock                             I passed along the way
You can wrap it up in ribbons                        Well I got down on my knees
You can slip it in your sock                         And I pretend to pray
But don't take it out in public                      You know the preacher likes the cold
Or they will stick you in the dock                   He knows I'm gonna stay
And you won't come back                              California dreamin'
                                                     On such a winter's day

                                                     All the leaves are brown
                                                     And the sky is grey
                                                     I've been for a walk
                                                     On a winter's day
                                                     If I didn't tell her
                                                     I could leave today
                                                     California dreamin'
                                                     On such a winter's day
                                                     On such a winter's day
                                                     On such a winter's day
         Bruce’s Philosophers Song (Monty Python)
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table
David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Freidrich Hegel
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel
There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wristSocrates, himself, was permanently pissed
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill
Plato, they say, could stick it away
Half a crate of whiskey every day
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle
Hobbes was fond of his dram
And René Descartes was a drunken fart
”I drink, therefore I am”
Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed
A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed
                               Ringadangdoo
I once knew a girl, her name was Jean,
The sweetest girl I'd ever seen,
She loved a boy, who was straight and true,
Who longed to play, on her ringadangdoo

(Chorus)
The ringadangdoo, pray what is that?
It's furry and soft, like a pussy-cat,
It's got a crack down the middle,
And a hole right through,
That's what they call the Ringadangdoo.

So she took him to, her father's house,
And crept inside, as quiet as a mouse,
And they shut the door, and the window too,
And he played all night, on her Ringadangdoo.

Chorus

The very next day, her father said,
'You've gone and lost, your maidenhead!
You can pack your bags, and suitcase too,
And bugger off, with your Ringadangdoo!"

Chorus

So she went to town, and became a whore,
And hung a red light, outside her door,
And one by one, and two by two,
They came to play, on her Ringadangdoo.

Chorus

Well the punters came, and the punters went
And the price went down, to fifty cents
Then two for one, then five for two
To bang all night, on her Ringadangadoo

Chorus

There came to that town, a son of a bitch,
Who had the pox, and the seven-year-itch,
He had gonorrhe,a and syphilis too,
So that was the end, of her Ringadangdoo.
              Daydream Believer (The Monkees)
Oh I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shaving razor's cold, and it stings

(Chorus)
Cheer up, sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed
Now you know how happy we can be
And our good times start and end
Without one dollar to spend
But how much, baby, do we really need

Chorus


                               Lily the Pink
We'll have a drink, a drink, a drink
To Lilly the pink, the pink, the pink
The saviour of the human race
For she invented a wondrous compound
To make man fuck with style and grace.
Now mister Morgan had a very small organ
He could hardly raise a stand
So Lilly the pink gave him her wondrous compound
And now he comes in either hand.
Now mister Dooley had very small goolies
They were the size of processed peas
So Lilly gave him the wondrous compound
And now they hang below his knees.
Now Mrs. Walker had tiny knockers
They hardly showed beneath her blouse
So Lilly gave her wondrous compound
Now they milk her with the cows.
                         Five Hundred Miles
When I wake up I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you

(Chorus)
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1,000 miles
To fall down at your door

When I'm working I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I'll do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you

Chorus

When I come home I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you

Chorus

When I'm lonely I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you
When I'm dreaming I know I'm gonna dream
Dream about the time when I'm with you

Chorus
                                 Irish Rover
In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six
We set sail form the sweet Cob of Cork
We were sailing away with our cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New York
We'd an elegant craft; she was rigged fore and aft
And my how the trade winds drove her
She could stand several blasts; she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the backs of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk, who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath named Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a rule
And 'Fighting' Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McGann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of bone
We had three million bales of old nanny-goats tails
We had four million barrels of stone
We had five million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had nine million sides of blind horses' hides
In the hold of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost her way in fog
And the whole of the crew was reduced down to two
'Twas myself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, Lord what a shock
I nearly tumbled over
She turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
                             Men of Harlech
Men of Harlech in the Hollow                Rocky steeps and passes narrow
Do ye hear like rushing billow              Flash with spear and flight of arrow
Wave on wave that surging follow            Who would think of death or sorrow
Battle's distant sound                      Death is glory now
Tis the tramp of Saxon foemen               Hurl the reeling horsemen over
Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen                Let the earth dead foemen cover
Be they knights or hinds or yeomen          Fate of friend, of wife, of lover
They shall bite the ground                  Trembles on a blow

Loose the folds asunder                     Strands of life are riven
Flag we conquer under                       Blow for blow is given
The placid sky now bright on high           In deadly lock, or battle shock
Shall launch its bolts in thunder           And mercy shrieks to heaven
Onward! 'tis the country needs us           Men of Harlech! young or hoary
He is bravest, he who leads us              Would you win a name in story
Honour's self now proudly heads us          Strike for home, for life, for glory
Freedom, God and Right                      Freedom, God and Right


               Cwm Rhondda (Bread of Heaven)
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah              When I tread the verge of Jordan
Pilgrim through this barren land            Bid my anxious fears subside
I am weak, but Thou art mighty              Death of death and hell's destruction
Hold me with Thy powerful hand              Land me safe on Canaan's side
Bread of heaven, bread of heaven            Songs of praises, songs of praises
Feed me now and ever more                   I will ever give to Thee
Feed me now and ever more                   I will ever give to Thee

Open now the crystal fountain
Whence the healing stream doth flow
Let the fiery cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through
Strong deliverer, strong deliverer
Be Thou still my strength and shield
Be Thou still my strength and shield


            Hen wlad fy nhadau (Welsh Anthem)
Mae hen wlad fy nhadau yn annwyl i mi         Gwlad, gwlad
Gwlad beirdd a chantorion, enwogion o fri     Pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad
Ei gwrol ryfelwyr, gwlad garwyr tra mad       Tra mor yn fur
Tros ryddid collasant eu gwaed                I'r bur hoff bau
                                              O bydded i'r hen iaith barhau
                     Green, Green Grass of Home
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standing, though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me at four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me, in the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.


                  Danny Boy                                            Ireland’s Call
Oh, Danny boy the pipes, the pipes are calling           Come the day and come the hour
From glen to glen, and down the mountain-side            Come the power and the glory
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling             We have come to answer our country's call
Tis you, tis you, must go and I must 'bide               For the four Provinces of Ireland

Some day may come when all the flow'rs are dying         Ireland, Ireland
And I am dead, as dead I well may be                     Together standing tall
You'll come and find the place where I am lying          Shoulder to shoulder
And kneel and say an Ave there for me                    We'll answer Ireland's call

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow             Ireland, Ireland
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow          Together standing tall
'Cause I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow             Shoulder to shoulder
Oh Danny boy. Oh Danny boy. I love you so                We'll answer Ireland's call

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Cause I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy. Oh Danny boy. I love you so
                              Suspicious Minds
We're caught in a trap, I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby
Why can't you see, what you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say

(Chorus)
We can't go on together, with suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams, on suspicious minds

So if an old friend I know, drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes
Here we go again, asking where I’ve been
You can't see the tears are real I'm crying

(Chorus)

Oh, let our love survive, or dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die when honey you know I’ve never lied to you
Mmm, yeah, yeah

(Chorus)

Doncha know I'm caught in a trap, I can't walk out
Because I love you too much, baby

* Repeat (another 6 times!)
                                     Rawhide
Rollin' Rollin' Rollin
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them doggies rollin'
Rawhide

Rain and wind and weather
Hell bent for leather
Wishin' my gal was by my side
All the things I'm missin
Good viddles love and kissin
Are waitin at the end of my ride

(Chorus)
Move em' on    Head em' up    Head em' up   Move em' on
Move em' on    Head em up.    Rawhide
Cut em' out    Ride em' in    Ride em' in   Cut em' out
Cut em' out    Ride em'in     Rawhide!

Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though their dissaprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Rawhide

Don't try to understand them
Just rope, throw and brand em'
Soon we'll be livin' high and wide
My hearts calculatin'
My true love will be waitin'
Waitin' at the end of my ride

(Chorus)
                            Bohemian Rhapsody
Is this the real life is this just fantasy        Galileo (Galileo)
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality     Galileo (Galileo)
Open your eyes, look into the skies and see       Galileo Figaro
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy           Magnifico-o-o-o-o!
Cause I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low                           I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to   He's just a poor boy from a poor family
me…to me                                          Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Mama, just killed a man                           Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
put a gun against his head                        Bismilah, no, we will not let you go!
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead                  Let him go!
Mama, life had just begun                         Bismilah, no, we will not let you go!
But now I've gone and thrown it all away          Let me go…never, never, never, never let me go!
Mama, ooh-ooh didn’t mean to make you cry         No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow          O mama mia, mama mia, let me go!
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters   Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me,
                                                  for me
It's too late; my time has come
Sent shivers down my spine                        So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye
Body's aching all the time                        So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go                 Oh baby, can't do this to me baby
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth     Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here

Mama, ooh-ooh                                     Nothing really matters, anyone can see,
I don’t wanna die                                 Nothing really matters. Nothing really matters to
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all       me.
                                                  (Anyway, the wind blows)
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche Scaramouche
Will you do the fandango
Thunderbolts and lightening
Very,very frightening me

				
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