I once knew a man called Bob Stain
He was quite a nice bloke in the main
Except for his habit
Of shearing his rabbit
And dressing up as Shirley MacLaine
"Don't call me Shirley" the pilot said
The window's cracked and I can't see ahead
I've lost me specs and its all gone blurry
And the palms of my hands have turned quite furry
"Don't call me Shirley" the pilot said
The window's cracked and I can't see ahead
I've lost me specs and its all gone blurry
And the palms of my hands have turned quite furry
And the lunchtime burger was a thoroughbred
The barman asked "Why the long face?"
'Here's a beer and whiskey to chase'
So I lifted my glass
With the greatest panache
Then broke wind and retired in disgrace.
The wind blew out all the candles
And scattered all the fork handles
'Twas a wicked gust
Which stirred up the dust
And whipped the soles off my new sandals.
Mindee's a sandal wearing old hippy
But he's always polite and never lippy
What! Have you read this thread?
He has no good cred'
But we'd lend him a sheepskin when it's nippy.
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He was quite a nice bloke in the main
Except for his habit
Of shearing his rabbit
And dressing up as Shirley MacLaine
The window's cracked and I can't see ahead
The window's cracked and I can't see ahead
I've lost me specs and its all gone blurry
The window's cracked and I can't see ahead
I've lost me specs and its all gone blurry
And the palms of my hands have turned quite furry
The window's cracked and I can't see ahead
I've lost me specs and its all gone blurry
And the palms of my hands have turned quite furry
And the lunchtime burger was a thoroughbred
'Here's a beer and whiskey to chase'
'Here's a beer and whiskey to chase'
So I lifted my glass
'Here's a beer and whiskey to chase'
So I lifted my glass
With the greatest panache
'Here's a beer and whiskey to chase'
So I lifted my glass
With the greatest panache
Then broke wind and retired in disgrace.
And scattered all the fork handles
And scattered all the fork handles
'Twas a wicked gust
And scattered all the fork handles
'Twas a wicked gust
Which stirred up the dust
And scattered all the fork handles
'Twas a wicked gust
Which stirred up the dust
And whipped the soles off my new sandals.
But he's always polite and never lippy
But he's always polite and never lippy
What! Have you read this thread?
But he's always polite and never lippy
What! Have you read this thread?
He has no good cred'
But he's always polite and never lippy
What! Have you read this thread?
He has no good cred'
But we'd lend him a sheepskin when it's nippy.
I'd go, but light hurts my eyes
I'd go, but light hurts my eyes
Have these pirated Ray-Bans
I'd go, but light hurts my eyes
Have these pirated Ray-Bans
They're the best of Japan's :cool: :cool: :cool: