Whenever life gets you down, Mrs.Brown And things seem hard or tough And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft And you feel that you've had quite enough
Good Morning Morning, sir Welcome to the National Cheese Emporium Ah, thank you, my good man What can I do for you, sir? Well, I was sitting in the public
The most interesting thing about King Charles, the first Is that he was 5 foot 6 inches tall at the start of his reign But only 4 foot 8 inches tall at
Down at an English fair, one evening I was there When I heard a showman shouting underneath the flair I?ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts There they
We're knights of the round table We dance whenever we're able We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable We dine well here in Camelot
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis? Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong? It's swell to have a stiffy, It's divine to own a dick. From the tiniest
It's fun to charter an accountant, And sail the wide accountan-cy. To find, explore the funds offshore, And skirt the shoals of bankruptcy. It can be
O Lord, please don't burn us, Don't grill us or toast your flock, Don't put us on a barbecue, Or simmer us in stock, Don't braise us or bake or boil us
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
It's Christmas in Heaven All the children sing It's Christmas in Heaven Hark, hark, those church bells ring It's Christmas in Heaven The snow falls from
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Beethoven's gone, but his music lives on And Mozart don't go shopping no more You'll never meet Liszt or Brahms again And Elgar doesn't answer the door
I like traffic lights, I like traffic lights, I like traffic lights, No matter where they've been. I like traffic lights, I like traffic lights, I like
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot He was not afraid to die, oh, brave Sir Robin He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways Brave
A one, two A one, two, three, four Half a bee, philosophically Must, ipso facto, half not be But half the bee has got to be A vis-a-vis its entity, d
Brian, the babe they called Brian He grew, grew, grew and grew Grew up to be, grew up to be A boy called Brian A boy called Brian He had arms and legs
Henry Kissenger How I'm missing yer, You're the doctor of my dreams. With your crinkly hair And your glassy stare And your Machiavellian schemes I know
Finland, Finland, Finland The country where I want to be Pony trekking or camping Or just watching TV Finland, Finland, Finland It's the country for me