I bought a Monty Python sings CD. So I shall grace you all (and my post count) by typing them all. 25 tracks on this CD. Teeheeheee. (evil laughter)
disclaimer: I may get sick of typing after a few songs, or I may not. I don’t know which is worse.
ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear
and curse
When you’re chewing on life’s gristle
Don’t grumble, give a whistle
And this’ll help things turn out
for the best…
And…
…always look on the bright side of life…
…Always look on the bright side of life…
When life seems joly rotten
There’s something you’ve forgotten
And that’s to laugh and smile and
dance and sing
When you’re feeling in the dumps
Don’t be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle
-that’s the thing.
And…always look on the bright
side of life…
Come on.
Always look on the bright side
of life…
For life is quite absurd
And death’s the final word
You must always face the curtain
with a bow
Forget about your sin-give the
audience a grin
Enjoy it-it’s your last chance
anyhow.
So always look on the bright side
of death
Just before you draw your
terminal breath
Life’s a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life’s a laugh and death’s a joke,
it’s true
You’ll see it’s all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh
is on you
And always look on the bright side
of life…
Always look on the right side of life…
Come on guys, cheer up.
Always look on the bright side
of life…
Always look on the bright side
of life…
Worse things happen at sea, you
know
Always look on the bright side of life…
I mean-what have you got to lose?
You know you came from nothing
-you’re going back to nothing
What have you lost? Nothing!
Always look on the right side
of life…
SIT ON MY FACE
Sit on my face and tell me that
you love me
I’ll sit on your face and tell you
I love you too
I love to hear you o-ra-lise
When I’m between your thighs
You blow me away.
Sit on my face and let my lips
embrace you
I’ll sit on your face and then
I’ll love you truly
Life can be fine if we both
sixty nine
If we sit on our faces
In all sorts of places
And play till we’re blown away.
::runs in::
::dives into someone’s lap::
::licks a random poster’s face::
::whips off her shirt::
This is a really lame way to pad one’s post count.
Amen, brother. 
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LUMBERJACK SONG
I’m a lumberjack
And I’m O.K.
I sleep all night
And I work all day.
He’s a lumberjack
And he’s O.K.
He sleeps all night
And he works all day.
I cut down trees
I eat my lunch
i go to the lavatory
On Wednesdays I go shopping
And have buttered scones for tea.
He cuts down trees
He eats his lunch
He goes to the lavatory
On Wednesdays he goes shopping
And has buttered scones for tea.
He’s a lumberjack
And he’s O.K.
He sleeps all night
And he works all day
I cut down trees
I skip and jump
I like to press wild flowers
I put on women’s clothing
And hang around in bars.
He cuts down trees
He skips and jumps
He likes to press wild flowers
He puts on wonen’s clothing
And hangs around in bars?
He’s a lumberjack
And he’s O.K.
He sleeps all night
And he works all day.
I cut down trees
I wear high heels
Suspendies and a bra
I wish I’d been a girlie
Just liike my dear pappa.
He cuts down trees
he wears high heels
Suspendies?..and a bra?
…He’s a lumberjack
And he’s O K A Y
He sleeps all night
And he works all day
…He’s a lumberjack
And he’s O K A Y
He sleeps all night
And he works all day.
Oh, what the heck, might as well join the crowd!!!
PENIS SONG
(THE NOT NOEL COWARD SONG)
Isn’t it awfully nice to have a penis,
Isn’t it frightfuly good to have
a dong?
It’s swell to have a stiffy,
It’s divine to own a dick,
From the tiniest little tadger,
To the world’s biggest prick.
So three cheers for your Willy
or John Thomas,
Hooray for your one-eyed
trouser snake,
Your piece of pork, your wife’s
best friend,
Your Percy or your cock,
You can wrap it up in ribbons,
You can slip it in your sock,
But don’t take it out in public,
or they will stick you in the dock,
And you won’t come back.
I havent been keeping track… I wonder if my posts have been declining.
[insert mundane pointless thing here]
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you wont catch me post padding. No sirrreeeee
MONEY SONG
I’ve got,
Ninety thousand pounds in
my pyjamas,
I’ve got forty thousand French
francs in my fridge,
I’ve got lots of lovely lire,
Now the Deutschmark’s
getting dearer,
And my dollar bills would buy the
Brooklyn Bridge.
There is nothing quite as
wonderful as money,
There is nothing quite as beautiful
as cash,
Some people say it’s folly,
But I’d rather have the lolly,
With money you can ma-ake
a splash.
There is nothing quite as
wonderful as money
(money money money)
There is nothing like a newly
minted pound
(money money money)
Everyone must hanker
for the butchness of a banker
It’s accountancy that makes the world go round
(round round round)
You can keep your Marxist ways
For it’s only just a phase
For it’s money makes the world
go round
(money money money money
money money money money
money)