I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery - huh
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me
QUEEN BABY! I’ve been hearing that since what, late 70s or early 80s? And it still makes me grin in a sloppy lopsided way. What a way to lose it.
Rocky Raccoon - the Beatles
Now the doctor came in, stinking of gin
and
Rocky Raccoon fell back into his room
Only to find Gideon’s Bible
Gideon checked out, and he left it no doubt
To help with poor Rocky’s revival
Always makes me laugh 
Brad Paisley, “I’m Gonna Miss Her.”
“Well, I love her
But I love to fish
I spend all day out on this lake
And hell is all I catch
Today she met me at the door
Said I would have to choose
If I hit that fishin’ hole today
She’d be packin’ all her things
And she’d be gone by noon
[pause]
Well, I’m gonna miss her
When I get home…”
It can be, and it often has been. The name in Dutch ends with a /x/ sound, but this sound doesn’t exist in most dialects of English. Among English phonemes, /f/ is a reasonable approximation. (/h/ would be closer, but English phonotactics doesn’t normally permit that sound to appear at the end of a word.)
Monster Magnet’s Space Lord is a funny song. And a cool video.
I’ve been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days
When I don’t get my bath I take it out on the slaves
So grease up your baby for a ball on the hill
And polish them rockets now, and swallow those pills
And sing oh, space lord mother
Huh, uh huh
Digable Planets - 9th Wonder
“…I’m climbin’ findin’ new ways of rhymin’
not livin’ like a star is strickly about survivin’
divin’, deep into the groove of the ghetto
this downtown flavor shines from many angles
yes the notorious, with rhymes so glorious
the Manchu Monkey over flunkies is victorious
rappers be boring us with rhymes of conventional
dazed and amazed when they hear the three dimensional
lyrical skills of the insect emotion
coasting down fulton with a bag of magic potion…”
Present Face, by Garfunkel and Oates
If I had a million dollars, by Barenaked Ladies
London Underground, by the Amateur Transplants
Wernher von Braun, by the already mentioned Tom Lehrer
Dire Straits: “Industrial Disease”:
Texas chainsaw massacre
They took my baby away from me
But she’ll never get out of there
They cut her up and I don’t care, I don’t care, woah woah
Ramones, Chain Saw
Alice Cooper: Run the Devil Down