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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
The world today seems absolutely crackers With nuclear bombs to blow us all sky high There's fools and idiots sittin' on the trigger It's depressing and
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
I can see a bare-bottomed mandrill Slyly eyeing his upper nostril If he jumps inside there too I really won't know what to do I'll be a proud possessor
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Galloping through the sward Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore And his horse Concorde He steals from the rich And gives to the poor
All things dull and ugly All creatures short and squat All things rude and nasty The Lord God made the lot Each little snake that poisons Each little
And now Mr. Terry Gilliam will sing for you 'I've Got Two Legs' I've got two legs from my hips to the ground And when I move 'em they walk around And
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
Muddy knees have got me all a-quiver Muddy knees have got me all aglow Muddy knees have sent me for a paper To a news agents near him I know Muddy knees