Sing along anybody??

[Tinytim]

The Cockney tribes in Britain were meeting for the games
Held annually, once a year, along the River Thames,
The scene was quiet and peaceful, the snow lay on the ground
The Cockneys by their cooking pots were huddled all around.
The chief was in his tepee his face all lined with wrinkles
When up the river came the cry
"someone's pinched me winkles!"
Me winkles have been pinched (oobie dooby) me winkles have been pinched,
Now some people say it's a load of old nonsense but a winkle's got a lot of vitamin contents
Never win that race tomorrow I'll be a big disgrace tomorrow
I'll search the blinking place tomorrow, but tomorrow is too late
Some rotter's pinched me winkles off me plate.
(I turned round and wheeeet, they were gone)

The tears of sheer frustration started trickling down his face, well
He'd set his heart on winning in the gruelling barrow race,
Without his final winkle feed his training scheme was shot
He staggered round the camp ground shouting "someone's pinched the lot"

Me winkles have been pinched (oobie dooby) me winkles have been pinched
Beef or carrots or a dash of cucumber
As far as I'm concerned that's a load of old lumber
I'll never win the race tomorrow, he's got me in disgrace tomorrow
He'd better not show his face tomorrow, he'll end up in a fight
But me I need them winkles here tonight.
(now I want 'em, now, not tomorrow or the next day)

They called the wise old medicine man who shuffled up and said
"I'm levying a winkle tax one winkle each per head"
They made a grand collection from every tucker pot
Then stood around, the shells and all, they made me eat the fookin lot

I've got me winkles back (oobie dooby) I've got me winkles back
Now I know I've been grumping and grousing
But I never thought I'd get two or three thousand
I'll never win that race tomorrow, I can't go in that race tomorrow
I couldn't stand the pace !

 

[Wolfie]

Wandering through this rolling land
Wandering all around
From the deserts dry, to mountains high
And everywhere here's what I found

I've found green hills rolling to the valleys
Rolling to the grassy plains, rolling to the sand
And the blue streams rolling to the rivers
rolling to the silver bay, rolling to the sea

In the spring time and the summer rain
And the winter's cold and clean
And the leaves were kissed by the autumn mist
And everywhere here's what I've seen

I've seen green hills rolling to the valleys
Rolling to the grassy plains, rolling to the sand
And the blue streams rolling to the rivers
rolling to the silver bay, rolling to the sea

And these young hands may be growing old
And this brown hair may turn to gray
We may come and go but still one thing I know
That this rolling land is here to stay

All the green hills rolling to the valleys
Rolling to the grassy plains, rolling to the sand
And the blue streams rolling to the rivers
rolling to the silver bay, rolling to the sea

 

[Tinytim]

:bang::bang: fekk....give up...

 

[Tinytim]

Broken lines, broken strings,
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds.
Ain't no use jiving
Ain't no use joking
Everything is broken.
Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken.
Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones.
Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',
Everything is broken.
Every time you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules.
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken.

 

[Wolfie]

bob dylan :bow::bow::bow:

 

[Wolfie]

Sing a sad song
In a lonely place
Try to put a word in for me
It's been so long
Since I found this place
You better put in two or three
We as people, are just walking 'round
Our heads are firmly fixed in the ground
What we don't see
Well it can't be real
What we don't touch we cannot feel

Where we're living in this town
The sun is coming up and it's going down
But it's all just the same at the end of the day
And we cheat and we lie
Nobody says it's wrong
So we don't ask why
Cause it's all just the same at the end of the day
We're throwing it all away
We're throwing it all away
We're throwing it all away at the end of the day

If you need it
Something I can give
I know I'd help you if I can
If your honest and you say that you did
You know that I would give you my hand
Or a sad song
In a lonely place
I'll try to put a word in for you
Need a shoulder? well if that's the case
You know there's nothing I wouldn't do

Where we're living in this town
The sun is coming up and it's going down
But it's all just the same at the end of the day
When we cheat and we lie
Nobody says it's wrong
So we don't ask why
Cause it's all just the same at the end of the day

Don't throw it all away
Don't throw it all away
Don't throw it all away
Don't throw it all away
Throwing it all away
Throwing it all away
Throwing it all away

Throwing it all away
Throwing it all away
You're throwing it all away at the end of the day

 

[Wolfie]

I cant remember anything
Cant tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
Im waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

Back in the womb its much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But cant look forward to reveal
Look to the time when Ill live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Now the world is gone Im just one
Oh god,help me hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

 

[Wolfie]

Born to push you around,
Better just stay down.
You pull away,
He hits the flesh,
You hit the ground.

Mouth so full of lies,
Tend to black your eyes.
Just keep them closed,
Keep praying,
Just keep waiting.

(Chorus
Waiting for the one!
The day that never comes!
When you stand up and feel the warmth!
But the sunshine never comes!

No the sun shine never comes.

Push you cross that line,
Just stay down this time.
Hide in yourself,
Crawl in yourself,
You'll have your time.

God I'll make them pay,
Take it back one day.
I'll end this day,
I'll splatter color on this gray.

(Chorus)
Waiting for the one!
The day that never comes!
When you stand up and feel the warmth!
But the sunshine never comes!

Love is a four letter word!
And never spoken here!

Love is a four letter word!
Here in this prison!
I suffer this no longer!
I'll put an end to,
This I swear!
This I swear!
The sun will shine!
This I swear!
This I swear!
This I SWEAR!!!

 

[gypsy]

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall;
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses
And all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again!

 

[Tinytim]

Mae bys Meri Ann wedi brifo
A Dafydd y gwas ddim yn iach
Mae'r baban yn y cryd yn crio
A'r gath wedi sgrammo Jonni fach

Sosban fach yn berwi ar y tan
Sosban fawr yn berwi ar y llawr
A'r gath wedi sgrammo Jonni fach


Dai bach y sowldiwr ,
Dai bach y sowldiwr ,
Dai bach y sowldiwr ,
A chwt ei gryse mas.

Fookin Oi Oi....:-0)

 

[stan the man]

feckin' turk song....uke:

 

[Tinytim]

feckin' turk song....uke:

Is it Turkish Stan?...No fekkas ever told me....I just sing it when I'm pissed....with gusto....:beer:

 

[stan the man]

it's turk as in llanelli...it's a song sung by the llanelli people..known as turks d34l

 

[Tinytim]

it's turk as in llanelli...it's a song sung by the llanelli people..known as turks d34l

They were all known as coonts in the Valleys.......p0pc0rn41

 

[stan the man]

They were all known as coonts in the Valleys.......p0pc0rn41

yeah,that as well...

 

[Wolfie]

Fuck you titty suckin, two balled bitch
With a fat bruised clit
My big compoto bitch
Oh shit, fucking, ass licking, piss sucking, wibblerwibblerwibblerwibbler
These nuts on your lips
Kentucky fried kung-pao clits

I don't know what to say
So what don't give up on me now (don't give a fuck) (don't get off on me)
I don't know what to say, so what

Saggy tits swinging between your fat, crusty arm pits
Big ass hairy mole between your pussy lips
wibblerwibblerwibblerwibbler, shit, cock, dick, wibblerwibblerwibblerwibbler, tit, barf, piss, balls, ass, pecker, queef
Oh shit, fuck, bitch, damn fuckin diarhea slut, with HIV

Chorus

I have fought to find something to say,
But now I found something to say
Fuck you!, Punk ass bitch

Chorus

Fuck...Shit...Bitch

 

[Wolfie]

Ha Ha Ha

I see your faces and I do not understand why
Each time I dream you standin there, right by my side
Why do you make me, you take my pride
And in my eyes you kinda rape me, inside

I have no place to run and hide
I have have no place to hide which I like
Some look at the time, I looked back into my life
You want to touch me to see what's in my eyes
Why do you make me remember all the hate all its shame
Don't you hate me, sometimes?

Chorus

I have no place to run, so come on follow me

I don't know where to run, so come on follow me

I have no place to run
...which I like

Chorus

 

[Tinytim]

It was the blackest night
There was no moon in sight
You know the stars ain't shinin'
'cause the sky's too tight
I heard the scarey wind
I seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'long the side of me

I'm mean 'n i'm bad, y'know i ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by the name of chrissy
Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me...
'n this ride up the mountain of mystery, mystery

I noticed even the crickets
Was actin' weird up here
And so i figured i might
Just drink a little beer
I said, "gimme summa that what yer suckin' on..."
But there was no reply
'cause she was gone...

"where's those titties that i like so well
'n my goddamn beer!"
Is what i started to yell, then i heard this noise
Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the devil...he's about this big...

He had a red suit on
An' a widow's peak
An' then a pointed tail
'n like a sulphur reek
Yes, it was him awright
I sweared i knowed it was
He had some human flesh
Stuck underneath his claws
You know it looked to me
Like it was titty skin
I said, "you sonofabitch!"
'cause i was mad at him,
Well he just got out his floss
'n started cleanin' his fang
So i shot him with my shooter
Said: bang bang bang

Then the sucker just laughed 'n said, "put it away...
You know, i ate her all up...now what you
Gonna say?"
You ate my chrissy? "titties 'n all!"
Well, what about the beer then, boy? "were the cans
This tall?"
Even her boots? "would i lie to you?"
Shit, you musta been hungry! "yes, this is true."
Well don't they pay you good for the
Stuff that you do?
"well, you know, i can't complain when the checks come through..."

Well i want my chrissy, 'n i want my beer
So you just barf it back up now, devil,
Do you hear?

"blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! i mean, i am the devil,
Do you understand? just what will you give me
For your
Titties and beer? i suppose you noticed this little
Contract here..." yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore,
"don't call me that"
That's about the only reason
...gimme that paper...bet yer ass i'll sign...
'cause i need a beer, 'n it's titty-squeezin' time

"man, you can't fool me...you ain't that bad...
I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls i had...
Why there was milhous nixon 'n agnew, too...
'n both of those suckers was worse 'n you..."

Well, let's make a deal if you think that's true
I mean, you're the devil, so whatcha gonna do?


And then the devil let go of his pickle
And out come my girl, there was her titties
Flop-floppin'...all around the world

She said "i got me three beers and a fistful of downs
And i'm gonna get ripped, so fuck, you clowns!"
Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff
That's when the devil, he farted
And she went right over the cliff!
The devil was mad, i took off to my pad
I swear i do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear i do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear i do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear i do declare, how did she get back there?
I swear i do declare, how did she get back there?

 

[Wolfie]

Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that you'd never been
But all the things that you've seen
Will slowly fade away

So i start a revolution from my bed
'cos you said the brains i had went to my head.
Step outside, summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

And so sally can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger i heard you say

Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows if it's night or day
But please don't put your life in the hands
Of a rock n roll band
Who'll throw it all away

I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed
'cos you said the brains i had went to my head
Step outside 'cos summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
'cos you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

So sally can wait, she knows it's too late as she's walking on by
My soul slides away, but don't look back in anger i heard you say

So sally can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger i heard you say

So sally can wait
She knows it's too late as she?s walking on by
My soul slides away
But don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
I heard you say

At least not today

 

[Wolfie]

Elvis went to heaven babe,
died for all our sins,
the son of God its his killer flares,
sunglasses and sequins.
Well I believe there's poetry in the soul of every man,
in Fl-ll fighters and Roberto Duran,
there's poetry in the leather that he wears like big mack trunks,
theres poetry in the little pictures drawn on a million bucks.
NAH NAH NA NA GOD AIN T
IN HIS HEAVEN NAH
NAH NA NA HES WEARING BLUE SUEDE SHOES
NAH NAH NA NA GOD AIN'T IN HIS HEAVEN
NAH NAH NA NA AND ELVIS DIED FOR YOU.
There's poetry on the air babe,
sliding across the sky,
surfs right down on a radio wave and into my Hi Fi.
I believe there's poetry locked right up inside my skin,
tigers caged in the quantum zone and I here them sing.
Poetry howls like Ginsberg and raw plutonium,
everything is holy,
even the nuclear bomb.
NAH NAH NA NA GOD AIN'T IN HIS HEAVEN
NAH NAH NA NA HE'S WEARING BLUE SUEDE SHOES
NAH NAH NA NA GOD AIN'T IN HIS HEAVEN
NAH NAH NA NA AND ELVIS DIED FOR YOU.
Poetry's under pressure sealed in an aerosol can,
splattered all around on the ghetto walls and the skid row
Ma-Khayam's poetry dances on TV spins in the VCR.
Poetry's made in Scotland, they sell it behind the bar.....
the presence of the divine in the mundane, kind of