My Uncle Charlie is a cynical man
And his wife's a touch skeptical, too.
They've got one of those stickers
In the back of their van;
It says:
We've seen the prices at the zoo.
Well today I knocked upon their door
And said that I was passing,
And Charlie launched a scathing attack.
When I asked him what I'd done, he said
"You stupid bastard! We live in a cul-de-sac!"
one of my happiest recent memories is listening to this wasted and playing sensible soccer after finishing my dissertation - happy days and a fantastic song.
"She's the main man in
the office in the city
And she treats me like I'm just another lackey
But I can put a tennis racket up against my face
And pretend that I'm Kendo Nagasaki"
There was one in the gang who had Scalextric
And because of that he thought he was better than you
Everyday after school you would go round there to play it
Hoping to compete for some kind of championship
But it always took about fifteen billion hours to set the track up
And even when you did the thing never seemed to work
It was a dodgy transformer again and again
A dodgy transformer again and again
It was a dodgy transformer again and again
A dodgy transformer that cost three pound ten
So he'd send his doting mother up the stairs with the stepladders
To get the Subbuteo out of the loft
He had all the accessories required for that big match atmosphere
The crowd and the dugout and the floodlights too
You'd always get palmed off with a headless centre forward
And a goalkeeper with no arms and a face like his
And he'd managed to get hold of a Dukla Prague away kit
'cause his uncle owned a sports shop and he'd kept it to one side
And after only five minutes you'd be down to ten men
'cause he'd sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left winger
And come to half time you were losing four-nil
Each and every goal a hotly disputed penalty
So you'd smash up the floodlights and the match was abandoned
And the dog would bark and you'd be banned from his house
And your travelling army of synthetic supporters
Would be taken away from you and thrown in the bin
Now he's working in a job with a future
He hands me my giro every two weeks
And me I'm on the lookout for a proper transformer .....
Darts in soap operas, oh, so wrong, oh so wrong
No-one’s scoring and there’s too much chat between each throw
Worse than this though is when cheers are raised for the bull
Granted, bull’s a double and an out, but I know that they don’t
Know, therefore
I propose
No Soap Darts
Is your child hyperactive, or is he perhaps a twat?
Sometimes I like to watch Wave Rage down on Fistral Beach
Last Ash Wednesday I had tantric sex and it was shit
Next Ash Wednesday I might strive to lick my elbow
Strive in vain
For they say
Few succeed
I wrote to the Horse & Hounds
To gloat over what I’d done
I stored their magazine in a data retrieval system
Let’s face it, what’re they going to do?
It’s not as if they know where I live
And anyway I cut that caper back in 1984
Heartbroken matrons
On joyless beds
For those whose souls the iron has entered
And if I get to Heaven’s gate
I will doubtless have to wait
While St Peter investigates the inevitable asterisk
The inside of a Halex Three-Star table-tennis ball
Smells much like you’d expect it to
99% of gargoyles look like Bob Todd
If you've ever wondered how
you get triangles from a cow
you need butter, milk and cream
and an equlateral chainsaw
In debt I owe someone a fiver
Maybe I should try my hand at brag
James Dean was just a careless driver
And Marilyn Monroe was just a slag
99% of Gargoyles Look Like Bob Todd
That's that one settled then
8=)
the people have spoken
The Best Things In Life
My Uncle Charlie is a cynical man
And his wife's a touch skeptical, too.
They've got one of those stickers
In the back of their van;
It says:
We've seen the prices at the zoo.
Well today I knocked upon their door
And said that I was passing,
And Charlie launched a scathing attack.
When I asked him what I'd done, he said
"You stupid bastard! We live in a cul-de-sac!"
24 hour garage people
I'll have two scotch eggs and a jar of marmite
Two scotch eggs and a jar of marmite
Two scotch eggs and a jar of marmite
What sandwiches have you got?
^this
one of my happiest recent memories is listening to this wasted and playing sensible soccer after finishing my dissertation - happy days and a fantastic song.
Everythings AOR
"She's the main man in
the office in the city
And she treats me like I'm just another lackey
But I can put a tennis racket up against my face
And pretend that I'm Kendo Nagasaki"
i have
recently become obsessed with 'for what is chatteris...' is it the closest thing to a love song wot nigel's written? mmmm.
i shall compile my list anyway. and reply to my own question again.
^ yes to that ^
great little song.
Its hard to pick favourite HMHB as thers sooo many good ones. Off the top of my head though:
'When The Evening Sun Goes Down'
'Thems The Vagaries'
'Tending The Wrong Grave For 23 Years'
i like
all i want for xmas is the dukla prague away kit
it was a dodgy transformer again and again...
who the
fucking hell are slipknot?
Dickie Davies Eyes
is pure class from start to finish.
CORGI Registered Friends
at present anyway!
"You go to medieval banquets with your CORGI Registered friends."
All I Want For Christmas Is A Dukla Prague Away Kit
There was one in the gang who had Scalextric
And because of that he thought he was better than you
Everyday after school you would go round there to play it
Hoping to compete for some kind of championship
But it always took about fifteen billion hours to set the track up
And even when you did the thing never seemed to work
It was a dodgy transformer again and again
A dodgy transformer again and again
It was a dodgy transformer again and again
A dodgy transformer that cost three pound ten
So he'd send his doting mother up the stairs with the stepladders
To get the Subbuteo out of the loft
He had all the accessories required for that big match atmosphere
The crowd and the dugout and the floodlights too
You'd always get palmed off with a headless centre forward
And a goalkeeper with no arms and a face like his
And he'd managed to get hold of a Dukla Prague away kit
'cause his uncle owned a sports shop and he'd kept it to one side
And after only five minutes you'd be down to ten men
'cause he'd sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left winger
And come to half time you were losing four-nil
Each and every goal a hotly disputed penalty
So you'd smash up the floodlights and the match was abandoned
And the dog would bark and you'd be banned from his house
And your travelling army of synthetic supporters
Would be taken away from you and thrown in the bin
Now he's working in a job with a future
He hands me my giro every two weeks
And me I'm on the lookout for a proper transformer .....
'cause he'd sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left winger
my favourite line in a song ever i think
A Country Practice
Either
'Thems the Vagaries' or 'Bottleneck at Capel Curig'..
I left my Heart in Papworth General
Well I'm dying for a cigarette
I think of all the free ones that I'd get
If I killed myself and came back as...
a beagle
Reflections in a Flat
Slowly I picked my life up
Now I'm off to pick the wife up
She works in Marks and Spencers
La la la Lech Walesa
Surging Out of Convalescence
£24.99 From Argos
Rod Hull is Alive - Why?
Surging Out Of Convalescence
Darts in soap operas, oh, so wrong, oh so wrong
No-one’s scoring and there’s too much chat between each throw
Worse than this though is when cheers are raised for the bull
Granted, bull’s a double and an out, but I know that they don’t
Know, therefore
I propose
No Soap Darts
Is your child hyperactive, or is he perhaps a twat?
Sometimes I like to watch Wave Rage down on Fistral Beach
Last Ash Wednesday I had tantric sex and it was shit
Next Ash Wednesday I might strive to lick my elbow
Strive in vain
For they say
Few succeed
I wrote to the Horse & Hounds
To gloat over what I’d done
I stored their magazine in a data retrieval system
Let’s face it, what’re they going to do?
It’s not as if they know where I live
And anyway I cut that caper back in 1984
Heartbroken matrons
On joyless beds
For those whose souls the iron has entered
And if I get to Heaven’s gate
I will doubtless have to wait
While St Peter investigates the inevitable asterisk
The inside of a Halex Three-Star table-tennis ball
Smells much like you’d expect it to