DiggsUK Posted September 25, 2006 Report Share Posted September 25, 2006 Or alternatively, by the Goodies: Come on everybody It's gibbon time We're the Goodies How do you do? We've just been down to the zoo We saw a monkey in a cage Doing a dance That could be the rage It's not hard So let's all do the funky gibbon Ooo, ooo, ooo Do, do, do the funky gibbon (The funky gibbon) We are here to show you how Ooo, ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo, ooo, the funky gibbon He's just like you So come on and do The funky gibbon now Dogs are always howlin' Cats are always yowlin' But gibbons only Like to sing and dance Oop, oop, sh boop You'll be like that monkey Get a little funky And in a while Start to smile Gibbon half a chance Do, do, do the funky gibbon (The funky gibbon) We are here to show you how Ooo, ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo, ooo, the funky gibbon (The funky gibbon) He's just like you So come on and do The funky gibbon now Ooo, ooo, the funky gibbon Ooo, ooo, ooo the funky gibbon Gee, the world would be good I ?? Me, with just a little gibbon tea Sha, la, la We slap that gibbon Oh, feel the rhythm And you'll groove And dance up to the planet of apes Do, do, do the funky gibbon We are here to show you how Ooo, ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo, ooo, the funky gibbon (The funky gibbon) He's just like you So come on and do The funky gibbon now Ooo, ooo, the funky gibbon Ooo, ooo, ooo the funky gibbon Ooo, ooo, the funky gibbon Ooo, ooo, ooo the funky gibbon Now everybody get ready To do the funky gibbon Drop one arms down by your knees And the other arm Reach up to the trees Let your wrist go limp Like a bent baboon Get ready to sing This gibbon's tune Will you give me an ooo (Ooo) Will you give me another ooo (Ooo) And will you give me an ooo (Ooo) Now put 'em together What've you got (Ooo, ooo, ooo) Do, do, do the funky gibbon We are here to show you how Ooo, ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo, ooo, the funky gibbon (The funky gibbon) He's just like you So come on and do The funky gibbon now Ooo, ooo, the funky gibbon Ooo, ooo, ooo the funky gibbon Ooo, ooo, the funky gibbon Ooo, ooo, ooo the funky gibbon He promised to buy me A bunch of blue gibbons To tie up my bonny brown Ooo, ooo, the funky gibbon The funky gibbon Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DiggsUK Posted September 25, 2006 Report Share Posted September 25, 2006 Or alternatively (but with a serious side, as are most of Mr Dury's compositions): Poo Poo in the Prawn: I took a sudden notion To go down to the ocean I'd got my sun-tan lotion My flippers and my mask In proper distribution Of fully-formed ablutions Formed an ocean of pollution In which I daredn't bask Some turds were teeny-tiny And some were big and shiny But they all fucked up the briney In which I dipped my toe If you go swimming in the shite-us You'll get worse than dermititis From the sea of grey detritus Where the sewage ebbs and flows There's no respite From the cess-pit No shelter from the pong The poor old ocean Is full of motions Where the hell did we go wrong? Like a lamb off to the slaughter Pored myself a glass of water I failed to spot I'd caught a Little creature in my cup I was well and truly bolleaux-ed From the fires of hell that followed Twas the cup of life I'd swallowed And it almost did me up Something coming Through the plumbing That should not be there at all The glass is brimming And things are swimming And quite frankly, I'm appalled I was a very hungry fella I defrosted my paella Came down with Salmonella Three weeks intensive care They failed to send technicians in To check the air-conditioning Which was unfortunately transmissioning A case of Legionnaires There's a malaise In the mayonnaise There's a poo-poo in the prawn Where we missed them In the system Little germs are being born There's no respite From the cess-pit There's no shelter from the pong Where the hell did we go wrong? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blind-fitter Posted November 8, 2006 Report Share Posted November 8, 2006 "Hymns" don't come much funnier than this.... As I was walking down the street one day I saw a house on fire There was a man shouting and screaming at an upper-storey window To the crowd that was gathered there below For he was saw afraid "Jump, you f*****, jump! Jump into this here blanket what we are holding And you will be alright" He jumped, hit the deck Broke his ******* neck. There was no blanket. Laugh? We nearly shat. We had not laughed so much since grandma died, Or Auntie Mabel caught her left tit in the mangle. For we are miserable sinners Filthy f*****s Aaaaaaaaah Souls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
johnnyguitar Posted November 8, 2006 Report Share Posted November 8, 2006 If you ever...ever get the chance, go and see Otis Lee Crenshaw...the best c&w artiste ever. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHgBltr1SEE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=htyUtKuTSTY&mode=related&search= http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aw_dp9CXneY&mode=related&search= Genius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skuff Posted November 10, 2006 Report Share Posted November 10, 2006 Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah-Allan Sherman "Hello Muddah, hello Faddah. Here I am at Camp Grenada. Camp is very entertaining. And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining. I went hiking with Joe Spivy. He developed poison ivy. You remember Lynnard Skinner. He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner. All the counselors hate the waiters, And the lake has alligators. And the head coach wants no sissies, So he reads to us from something called Ulysses. Now I don't want this to scare ya, But my bunk-mate has malaria. You remember Jeffrey Hardy, They're about to organize a searching party. Take me home, oh Muddah, Faddah. Take me home. I hate Grenada. Don't leave me out in the forest where I might get eaten by a bear. Take me home. I promise I will not make noise, Or mess the house with other boys, Oh please don't make me stay. I've been here one whole day! Dearest Faddah, darling Muddah. How's my precious little bruddah? Let me come home if you miss me. I will even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me. Wait a minute, it stopped hailing. Guys are swimming. Guys are sailing. Playing baseball. Gee, that's better. Muddah, Faddah, kindly disregard this letter." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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