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Harborne
Rugby Club
Song Book
Big Pink Day Out/HRFC TOUR KOLN 2006
JM - 2003
Contents…..
Page
Song
3
The Wild Rover
4
Yogi
5
Sexual Life of a Camel
6
Stoop John B
7
Lassie with a Great Hairy Assey
8
Cockles and Mussels
9
Department Store
10
Bestiality's Best
11
Dinah
12
Engineer Song
13 - 14
Four and Twenty Virgins
15
Has Anybody Seen JC?
16
I don't wanna join the Army
17
Jerusalem
18
Ou est le papier
19
As I stood on the bridge at midnight
20
Swing low, sweet chariot
21
Tampax Factory
22 - 23
Tell us another one…
24 - 25
The Lobster Song
26 - 27
The Mayor of Bayswater
28 - 29
Barnacle Bill the Sailor
30
My sister Belinda
31
Father Abraham
The Wild Rover
I've played the wild rover for many a year
And I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer.
And now I'm returning with gold in great store,
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
*Chorus*
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I play the wild rover,
No, never, no more.
I went into an alehouse I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady me money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me nay,
Such custom as yours I can have any day.
*Chorus*
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I play the wild rover,
No, never, no more.
I reached into me pocket, pulled out sovereigns bright,
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines, all the best,
And the words that I spoke you were only in jest."
*Chorus*
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I play the wild rover,
No, never, no more.
I went home to me parents, confessed what I done,
And asked them to pardon their prodigal son.
And as they caressed me as oft times before,
I promised to play the wild rover no more.
*Chorus*
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I play the wild rover,
No, never, no more.
YOGI
I know a bear that you don’t know,
Yogi, Yogi,
I know a bear that you don’t know,
Yogi, Yogi Bear.
CHORUS:
Yogi, Yogi Bear,
Yogi, Yogi Bear,
I know a bear that you don’t know,
Yogi, Yogi Bear.
Yogi's got a little friend,
Booboo, BOOBOO,
Yogi's got a little friend,
Booboo, Booboo Bear.
BOOBOO, BOOBOO BEAR,
BOOBOO, BOOBOO BEAR,
YOGI'S GOT A LITTLE FRIEND,
BOOBOO, BOOBOO BEAR.
And similarly:
Yogi's got a girlfriend, Cindy, Cindy, Cindy Bear.
Yogi's got an enemy, Ranger Ranger, Ranger Smith
Yogi's got a cheesy knob, cammum, Cammum, Camembert.
Cindy likes it on the fridge, polar, Polar, polar bear.
Booboo likes it up the arse, brown, Brown, brown bear.
Yogi's dick is long and green, cucum, Cucum, cucumber.
Cindy likes it up the arse, grizzly, Grizzly, grizzly bare.
Cindy's only three feet tall, perfect, perfect, perfect bear.
Cindy likes lingerie, teddy, teddy, teddy bear.
Cindy has no teeth, Gummi, Gummi, Gummi bear.
Cindy likes it upside down, Koala, Koala, Koala bear.
Sexual Life of the Camel
The sexual life of the camel,
Is stranger than anyone thinks,
At the height of the mating season,
It tries to bugger the Sphinx.
But the Sphinx's posterior orifice,
Is blocked by the sands of the Nile,
Which accounts for the hump on the camel,
And Sphinx's inscrutable smile.
(Chorus)
Singing bum-titty-titty, bum-titty-titty, titty-bum.
bum-titty-titty, bum-titty-titty, aye.
bum-titty-titty, bum-titty-titty, titty-bum.
bum-titty-titty, bum-titty-titty, aye.
For we 're all friends together
that's why we go round in pairs
yes we 're all friends together
excuse us while we go upstairs
The sexual life of the ostrich, is stranger than that of man,
At the height of the mating season,
It buries its head in the sand.
When along comes a friend of the ostrich,
and finds that big arse in the air,
Does he ask if its male or female,
Or doesn't it bloody-well care?
(Chorus)
The sexual life of the Bull Frog, is hard to comprehend,
At the height of the mating season,
It tries to bugger hid friend.
But his friends posterior orifice,
Is blocked up with pond weed and slim,
Which accounts for the warts on the bull frog,
And why it goes BUURRRPP all the time.
(Chorus)
In the process of civilization,
From anthropoid ape down to man,
It is generally held that the navy,
Has buggered whatever it can.
Yet recent extensive researches,
By Darwin and Huxley and Hall,
Have conclusively proven that the hedgehog,
Cannot be buggered at all.
(Chorus)
Sloop John B
We come on the sloop John B
My grandpappy and me
Around this old town we did roam
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
(Chorus)
So hoist up the John B's sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, I wanna go home
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home, to Harborne, to Harborne
The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the Cap'n's trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone,
Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home
The Captain's a wicked man
Gets drunk every time he can
He don't give a damn for Grandpappy and me
Why don't you leave me alone,
Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home
The poor cook he caught the fits
And threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home
This is the worst trip I've ever been on
The winger went to public school
He took it up the arse as a rule
He don’t give a shit about the risk of infection
From a beef injection
Lassie with a Great Hairy Assey
(Starting with Bagpipe chorus on Scotland the brave)
The once was a lassie with a great hairy assey,
Singing….la,la (bagpipe chorus)
There once was the jockey with a upstanding cocky,
Who shagging a lassie with a great hairy assey,
Singing….la,la (bagpipe chorus)
Wee Willy Wanky was wanking in his hanky,
at the sight of the jockey with his upstanding cocky,
Who shagging a lassie with a great hairy assey,
Singing….la,la (bagpipe chorus)
Old Mrs Macey who sitting on the facey of,
Wee Willy Wanky was wanking in his hanky,
at the sight of the jockey with his upstanding cocky,
Who shagging a lassie with a great hairy assey,
Singing….la,la (bagpipe chorus)
Old Major Morgan who was playing with his organ,
At the sight of Mrs Macey who sitting on the facey of,
Wee Willy Wanky was wanking in his hanky,
at the sight of the jockey with his upstanding cocky,
Who shagging a lassie with a great hairy assey,
Singing….la,la (bagpipe chorus)
Yound Nadine who you flicking her bean,
At the sight of Major Morgan who was playing with his organ,
At the sight of Mrs Macey who sitting on the facey of,
Wee Willy Wanky was wanking in his hanky,
at the sight of the jockey with his upstanding cocky,
Who shagging a lassie with a great hairy assey,
Singing….la,la (bagpipe chorus)
Cockles and Mussels
In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow
(Chorus) Crying "Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!"
Alive, alive O! Alive, alive O
Crying Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!
She was a fishmonger,
But sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow,
(Chorus)
She died of a fever
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone;
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Thro' streets broad and narrow
(Chorus)
Department Store
CHORUS:
I used to work in Chicago,
In an old department store,
I used to work in Chicago,
I don't work there any more.
A woman came into the store one day for asking for some meat,
Some meat from the store, (All)
Some meat she wanted,
My beef she got.
I don’t work any more.(All)
(Chorus)
KitKat she wanted, four fingers she got
floppy disk she wanted, my hard drive she got
quick service she wanted, quickly serviced she got
elevator she wanted, my shaft she got
carpet she wanted, laid she got
Nail she wanted, screwed she got
hammer she wanted, nailed she got
carpet she wanted, deep shag she got
velvet she wanted, felt she got
bolts she wanted, my nuts she got
sailors she wanted, semen she got
ham she wanted, porked she got
plastic she wanted, rubbers she got
butter she wante, spread she got
seafood she wanted, crabs she got
fishing rod she wanted, my pole she got
helicopter she wanted, my chopper she got
camel she wanted, hump she got
pencil she wanted, lead she got
flight to Ireland she wanted, cunning linguist she got
Bestiality's Best
CHORUS: Bestiality's best boys, bestiality's best.
Shag a wallaby!
Bestiality's best boys, bestiality's best.
Shag a wallaby!
In the rear of a deer boys, in the rear of a deer.
Shag a wallaby!
In the rear of a deer boys, in the rear of a deer.
Shag a wallaby!
(chorus)
In the hole of a vole boys…
Have a fuck with a duck boys…
Shoot your load in a toad boys…
Chuck your sperm in a worm...
Down the throat of a goat...
Ejaculate in a snake...
Get in deep with a sheep...
Have a shag with a stag...
Lick the clit of a nit…
Up the twat of a cat…
Dinah
(First verse and *Chorus*)
Dinah, Dinah show us your leg,
Show us your leg,
Show us your leg.
Dinah, Dinah show us your leg,
A yard above your knee.
The rich girl rides a limousine,
The poor girl rides a truck.
But the only ride that Dinah has,
Is when she has a fuck.
(Chorus)
The rich girl uses a sanitary towel,
The poor girl uses a sheet.
But Dinah uses nothing at all,
Leaves a trail along the street.
(Chorus)
The rich girl wears a brassiere,
The poor Girl uses string,
But Dinah uses nothing at all,
She let's the bastards swing.
(Chorus)
The rich girl uses Vaseline,
The poor uses lard.
But Dinah uses axle grease,
Because her cunt's so hard.
(Chorus)
The rich girls work in factories,
The poor girls work in stores.
But Dinah works in a brothel,
With forty other whores!
(Chorus)
I wish I were the diamond ring,
On Dinah's dainty hand.
Then every time she wiped her arse,
I'd see the promised land
Engineer Song
An engineer told me before he died,
Bum-titty, bum-titty, bum-titty, bum, bum, bum.
An engineer told me before he died,
I have no reason to believe he lied,
Ah- Bum-titty, bum-titty, bum-titty, bum, bum, bum.
Ah- Bum-titty, bum-titty, bum-titty, bum, bum, bum.
He met a girl with a cunt so wide,
Bum-titty..........etc.
He had a wife with a cunt so wide,
That she could never be satisfied,
Ah-Bum..........etc.
So he built a prick of steel.
Driven by a bloody great wheel.,
The balls of brass he filled with cream,
And the whole fucking thing was driven by steam.
'Round and 'round went the bloody great wheel,
In and out went the prick of steel.
Up and up went the level of steam,
Down and down went the level of cream.
Till at last the lady cried:
"Enough, enough, I'm satisfied".
Now we come to the tragic bit,
There was no way of stopping it.
She was split from ass to tit,
And the whole fucking thing was covered in shit.
The moral of this story is mighty clear.
Never fuck an engineer.
Four and Twenty Virgins
Four and twenty virgins,
Came down from Inverness,
And when the ball was over
There were four and twenty less.
CHORUS:
Balls to your partner,
Ass against the wall,
If you've never been laid on Saturday night,
You've never been laid at all.
The village copper he was there,
The pride of the Force,
They caught him behind the barn
Jacking off a horse.
The village postman he was there,
The poor man had the pox,
He couldn't fuck the lasses
So he fucked the letter box.
The village butcher he was there,
Cleaver in his hand,
Every time he turned around
He circumcised the band.
The village whore she was there,
Doing a really good stunt
Stuck to the ceiling
By the suction of her cunt.
The village magician he was there,
Up to his favorite trick,
Pulling his foreskin over his head,
And disappearing up his prick.
The village plumber he was there,
He felt an awful fool,
He'd come eleven leagues or more
And forgot to bring his tool.
The parson's daughter she was there,
The cunning little runt,
With poison ivy up her ass
And thistle up her cunt.
The village idiot he was there
Sitting on a pole
Pulled his foreskin over his head
And whistled though the hole.
Little Tommy he was there
He was only eight
Couldn't fuck the women
So he had to masturbate.
The blacksmith's brother he was there
A mighty stud was he
Lined 'em up against the wall
And fucked 'em three-by-three.
The village virgin she was there,
All dressed in frilly pink,
She took the boys behind the fence
And made their fingers stink.
The village stable boy he was there,
The bastard was quite coarse,
We caught him in the stable
With his cock inside a horse.
The village parson he was there,
All dressed up in his shroud,
Swinging on the chandalier
Pissing on the crowd.
Has Anybody Seen JC?
Jesus Christ, he's so cool,
walked across my swimming pool.
Has anybody seen JC?
(Chorus)
Not since palm sunday
Riding on a donkey
Has anybody seen JC?
Jesus christ, he’s divine,
he turns water into wine.
Has anybody seen JC?
(Chorus)
Jesus christ, he’s so quire,
Should have turned it into beer.
Has anybody seen JC?
(Chorus)
Mother Mary she's the most,
she got screwed by the Holy Ghost.
Has anybody seen JC?
(Chorus)
Jesus christ, he’s so fine,
Played second row for Palestine.
Has anybody seen JC?
(Chorus)
Leather sandals, leather soles,
Hands and feet are full of holes.
Has anybody seen JC?
(Chorus)
I don't wanna join the Army
I don't want to join the Army
I don't want to go to War
I'd rather hang around Piccadilly underground
Living off the earnings of a high Class lady
I don't want a bullet up my asshole
I don't want my bollocks shot away
I'd rather stay in Harborne
In merry merry Harborne
And fornicate my bloody life away.
Monday I touched her on the ankles,
Tuesday I touched her on the knees,
On Wednesday, I confess, I lifted up her dress,
Thursday I saw it core blimey
Friday I put my hand on it,
Saturday she gave my balls a squeeze
On Sunday after supper, I rammed my fucker up her,
And now I'm paying four and six a week. core blimey
Monday I rammed my fucker up her,
Tuesday I rammed my fucker up her,
On Wednesday, I rammed my fucker up her,
Thursday I rammed my fucker up her
Friday I rammed my fucker up her,
Saturday I rammed my fucker up her
On Sunday after supper, I rammed my fucker up her,
And now I'm paying four and six a week.
Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient times
Walk upon England’s mountains green
And was the holy lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon those clouded hills
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills.
Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear O clouds unfold
Bring me my chariots of fire!
I shall not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Until Jerusalem is builded here
On England’s green and pleasant land
Ou Est le Papier?
(To: Marseillaise)
A Frenchman went to the lavat'ry,
For to have a mighty shit,
He took his coat and trousers off,
So that he could revel in it.
But when he reached for the paper,
He found that someone had been there before,
"Ou est le papier?"
Ou est le papier?
Monsieur, monsieur, J'at fait manure.
Ou est le papier?
As I stood on the bridge at midnight
As I stood on the bridge at midnight
Throwing snowballs at the moon
She said: "Sir, I've never had it"
But she spoke so fucking soon.
It's the same the whole world over
It's the poor that get's the blame
It's the rich what get the pleasure
Ain't it all a fucking shame.
As I stood on the bridge at midnight
Picking black-heads, from her crutch
She said: "Sir, I've never had it"
I said: "No, not fucking much!"
As I stood on the bridge at midnight
She fall flat into the mud.
Swing Low Sweet Chariot
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan, and
What did I see,
Comin' for to carry me home?
A band of angels comin' after me,
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
If you get there before I do
Comin' for to carry me home,
Tell all my friends I'm comin' too
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
TAMPAX FACTORY
You can tell by my smell, that I'm not feeling well,
When the time of the month comes around.
(Chorus)
Singing, eye, eye, eye, oh Tampax Factory,
SHOUT your orders loud and clear, loud and clear!
Big or small, medium too, pair of socks will fucking do,
When the time of the month comes around!
You can tell by my moaning, that I'm losing haemoglobin,
When the time of the month comes around.
chorus
You can tell by my string, that you won't be doing a thing,
When the time of the month comes around.
chorus
You can tell by my sheet, that you won't be giving meat,
When the time of the month comes around.
chorus
You can tell by my rope, that you haven't got a hope,
When the time of the month comes around.
chorus
You can tell by my frown, that you won't be going down,
When the time of the month comes around.
chorus
You can tell by my whinge, that I've got a sticky minge,
When the time of the month comes around.
chorus
You can tell by my taste, that it isn't salmon paste,
When the time of the month comes around.
chorus
Tell us another one…
Oh that was a teribble thing
Tell us another one just like the other one.
Om papa, om papa.
There once was a fellow named Dave
Who dug up a whore from her grave
She was mouldy as shit and missing a tit
But think of the money he saved
There was a young lady from Leith
Who would circumcise men with her teeth
It wasn't for fame
Or love of the game
But to get at the cheese underneath.
There was a young actress from Crewe
Who remarked as the vicar withdrew
The Bishop was quicker
And thicker and slicker
And two inches longer than you.
There was a young plumber from Lee
Who was plumbing his girl with great glee
She said stop your plumbing
I think someone's coming
Said the plumber still plumbing "its me"!
A kinky young girl from Coleshill
Tried a dynamite stick for a thrill
They found her vagina
In North Carolina
And bits of her tits in Brazil.
There was a young man from Pitlocherie
Making love to his girl in the rockery
She said look you've cum
All over my bum
This isn't a shag it's a mockery.
There was a young lassie from Morton
Who had one long tit and one short 'en
On top of all that
A great hairy twat
And a fart like a six fifty Norton.
There was a young girl called Polly
Who fancied a bit in a quarry
She laid on her back
And opened her crack.
And the bastard backed in with a lorry.
There was a young fella from Harrow
Who had one as big as a marrow
He said to his tart
Try this for a start.
My balls are outside on a barrow.
There was a young girl from Hitchen
Who was scratching her crutch in the kitchen
Her mother said "Rose,
Its crabs I suppose?".
Rose said "bollocks, get on with
your knitting"
There was a young girl from Devizes
Who had tits of different sizes
One was quite small
Almost nothing at all.
But the other was big and won prizes.
There was a young lady from Leeds
Who swallowed a packet of seeds
In half an hour
Her tits were a-flower
And her bum was covered in weeds
There was young vampire called Marble
Who periods were particularly stable
Every full moon
She’ll pull out a spoon
And drink her self under the table
There was a young girl from France
Who got onto a bus in a trance
Everyone fucker her
Apart from the conductor
And he came twice in his pants
The Lobster Song
Oh mister fisherman
home from the sea
have you got a lobster
you can sell to me?
(Chorus)
Singing oh-tiddly oh,
Shit or bust,
Never let your bollocks dangle in the dust
Oh yes sir, yes sir
I have three
and the biggest of the bastards
I shall sell to thee
(Chorus)
So I took the lobster home
and I couldn't find a dish
so I put it in the place
where the missus has a piss
(Chorus)
And half way through the night
as you well know,
up gets the missus
to let the waters flow
(Chorus)
Well first I heard a groan
and then I heard a grunt
and there was the lobster
hanging from her cunt
(Chorus)
So the missus grabs the poker
and I grabbed the broom
and we chased the fucking lobster
around and round the room
(Chorus)
Well we hit it on the head
and we beat it on the side
and we hit the fucking lobster
until the bastard died
(Chorus)
There's a moral to this story
the moral is this,
Always have a shuftie
before you have a piss
(Chorus)
That's the end of the story
there is no more,
there's an apple up my arse
and you can have the core
The Mayor of Bayswater
The Mayor of Bayswater,
He had a pretty daughter.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
One black one, One white one,
One with abit of shite on.
And on with a fairly light,
To show us the way.
If she were my daughter,
I'd have them cut shorter.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
You need a coal miner,
To find her vagina.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
She lived on a mountain,
And pissed like a bloody fountain.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
I've smelt it, I've felt it,
It's just like a piece of velvet.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
She's not a great looker,
But everyone took 'er.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
She came from Glamorgan,
With a cunt like a barrel organ.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
She lived in a lighthouse,
Which stank like a bloody shitehouse.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
I've stroked them, I've poked them,
I've even rolled them up and smoked them.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
She married a preacher,
To find out what he could teach her.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
She married an Italian,
With balls like a fucking stallion.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
I've licked it, I've kissed it,
It tastes like a chocolate biscuit.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
You can drive a mini minor,
Right up her vagina.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
Her vagina was squishy,
And smelled a bit fishy.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
The aroma it lingers,
It smells like fish fingers.
And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her knees.
(Chorus)
...And the hair on her dicky-di-do,
Hangs down to her kneeeees.
Barnacle Bill The Sailor
WOMAN'S VOICE: Who's that knocking at my door?
Who's that knocking at my door?
Who's that knocking at my door?
Cried the fair young maiden.
MAN'S VOICE:
Oh, it's only me from across the sea.
Cried Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
Oh, it's only me from across the sea.
Cried Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
WOMAN'S VOICE:
Why are you knocking at my door?
Why are you knocking at my door?
Why are you knocking at my door?
Cried the fair young maiden.
MAN'S VOICE:
'Cos I'm young enough, and ready and tough.
Cried Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
'Cos I'm young enough, and ready and tough.
Cried Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
Other verses:
WOMAN’S VOICE: Will you take me to the dance? (x3)
Cried the fair young maiden.
MAN’S VOICE: To hell with the dance down with your pants.
Cried Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
To hell with the dance down with your pants.
Cried Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
You can sleep upon the floor.
I'll not sleep on the floor you dirty whore.
You can sleep upon the mat.
Oh, bugger the mat you can't fuck that.
You can sleep upon the stairs.
Oh, fuck the stairs they haven't got hairs.
What's that running up my blouse?
It's only me mitt to grab yer tit.
You can sleep between my tits.
Oh, bugger your tits they give me the shits.
You can sleep between my thighs.
Bugger your thighs they're covered in flies.
You can sleep within my cunt.
Oh, bugger your cunt but I'll fuck for a stunt.
What's that running in and out?
It's only me cock, it's as hard as a rock.
What if I should have a child?
We'll drown the bugger and fuck for another.
What if you should go to jail?
I'll pick the lock with my ten-foot cock.
What if we should go to prison?
I'll swing my balls and knock down the walls.
My sister Belinda
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Si, Si, Signora
My sister Belinda
She pissed out her window
Right over my brand new sombrero.
I said oh you fat twat you pissed on my hat,
She said I don’t give a fuckero,
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
I’ve got a soggy sombrero.
I like the gin
It helps to get in
(Chorus)
Get in, get out da vino
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Da vino est so supremo, oho
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Si, Si, Signora
My sister Belinda
She pissed out her window
Right over my brand new sombrero.
I said oh you fat twat you pissed on my hat,
She said I don’t give a fuckero,
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
I’ve got a soggy sombrero.
I like the brandy
It makes me so randy
I like the rum
It helps me to come…
Well I like the whiskey
It makes me feel friskey…
Well I like the beer,
it makes me come clear
Now I like ricard,
it makes me get hard
Well I like the guinness,
it helps me to finish
Father Abraham
Father Abraham, seven sons he had,
Seventh sons had Father Abraham.
And he never laughed, and he never cried,
All he did was go like this..
And to my right!
Father Abraham, seven sons he had,
Seventh sons had Father Abraham.
And he never laughed, and he never cried,
All he did was go like this..
And to my right! (arm)
And to my right
and the left! (arm)
And to my left
Father Abraham, seven sons he had,
Seventh sons had Father Abraham.
And he never laughed, and he never cried,
All he did was go like this..
And to my right! (arm)
And to my right
and the left! (arm)
And to my left
And to my right! (leg)
And to my right
Father Abraham, seven sons he had, etc…
……and the left! (leg)
And to my left
Father Abraham, seven sons he had, etc…
……and palvic thrust!
and palvic thrust!…..
…..and turn around
and turn around…..
……and shirts off!
And shirts off….
and…………………