Category: Songs


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.

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.

Will you take me to the dance?
To hell with the dance down with your pants.

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’s that running down my leg?
It’s only me shot that missed yer twat.

What if my parents should find out?
We’ll eat your ma and blow your pa.

What if my mother should disagree?
If yer ma’ll agree we’ll make it three.

What if we should get VD?
We’ll pick the sores and fuck some more.

What if we should get the (clap!)?
Gotta be willin’ to take penicillin.

What if I should have a child?
We’ll drown the bugger and fuck for another.

What if we should have a girl?
We’ll dig a ditch and bury the bitch.

What if we should have a boy?
He’ll play rugby and fuck like me.

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.

Gloucester Boys

We are from Gloucester, the pride of the west,
Some of the worst and some of the best,
We are respected wherever we go,
Where we come from nobody knows,

They call us the pride of the ladies, the ladies,
We spend all our wages, our wages, our wages,
We are respected wherever we go,
We are the Gloucester boys!

Where will they be with all their thrills upon it,
Where will they be when they’ve sung their last farewell – la,la,la,la,la,la
Where will they be with all their thrills upon it,
Ten to one the good old boys and fuck all for the rest.

Maggie dear, pint of beer a woodbine and a match,
A tuppence ha’penny stick of rock,we’re off to the rugby match
To see old Gloucester score a try, the best try in the land
We are the Gloucester boys!

We are the Gloucester boys, we are the Gloucester boys,
We know our manners, we spend our tanners,
We are respected wherever we may go,
And when you’re walking down the Bristol Road,
Doors and windows open wide, open wide,
You can here the bastards shout “Put them fucking Woodbines out!”,
We are the Gloucester boys!

Silver Dollar

Roller, Roller, Roller, Roller
Roller, Roller, Roller, Roller

Now you can roll a silver dollar across the ground,
And it’ll roll, because it’s round.
A woman never knows what a good man she’s got,
Until she turns him down, down, down, down

Listen my honey, listen to me
I want you to understand
As a silver dollar goes from hand to hand
A woman goes from man to man

A man without a woman is like a ship without a sail,
Is like a boat without a rudder, a fish without a tail.
A man without a woman is like a wreck upon the shore,
And if there’s one thing worse, in this universe,
Then its a woman without a man.

I said a man without a woman is like a ship without a sail,
Is like a boat without a rudder, or a fish without a tail.
I said a man without a woman is like a wreck upon the shore,
But if there’s one thing worse, in this universe,
Then its a woman, I said, a woman, yes it’s a woman without a man!
Then its a wanker, I said a wanker, yes it’s a wanker without a hand!

Delilah

I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window,
I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind.
She was my woman,
As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind.

My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
I could see that girl was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no man could free.

At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting
I cross the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more

My, my, my Delilah
Why, why, why Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn’t take any more.
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn’t take any more.

Sloop John B

We come on the Sloop John B., my grandfather and me.
Around Nassau 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 sails, see how the main sail sets,
Call for the captain ashore, and let me go home.
Let me go home, I want to go home,
Well I feel so break up, I want to go home.

The first mate, he got drunk, broke up the people’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 break up, I want to go home.

The poor cook he caught the fits, threw away all my grits,
Then he took and ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home, I want to go home,
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on.

Molly Malone

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.
Crying Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!

Chorus
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,
Crying Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!

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,
Crying Cockles and Mussels Alive, alive O!

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 (right up your arse!)
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.

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.”

I went home to me parents, confessed what I oughtta,
And asked them to pardon their prodigal daughter.
And as they caressed me as oft times before,
I promised to play the wild rover no more.

Swing Low Sweet Chariot

Chorus:
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.

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

Sometimes I’m up,
Sometimes I’m down,
Comin’ for to carry me home,
Yet still my soul feels heavn’ly bound,
Comin’ for to carry me home.

Alouette

All: Alouette, gentille Alouette
All: Alouette, gentille Alouet

Leader: Oh how i love her scraggly hair.
Group: Oh how we love her scraggly hair.
Leader: Her scraggly hair.
Group: Her scraggly hair.
Leader: Her alouette.
Group: Her alouette.
Leader: OH!
All: Alouette, gentille Alouette
All: Alouette, gentille Alouet

Leader: Oh how i love her furrowed brow.
Group: Oh how we love her furrowed brow.
Leader: Her furrowed brow.
Group: Her furrowed brow.
Leader: Her scraggly hair.
group: Her scraggly hair.
Leader: Her alouette.
Group: Her alouette.
Leader: OH!
All: Alouette, gentille Alouette
All: Alouette, gentille Alouet

(Continue in this fashion, adding the current descriptive phrase and then repeating all previous descriptive phrases.)

Two glass eyes.
Broken nose.
Two capped teeth.
Double chin.
Saggy tits.
Big fat belly.
Clammy thighs.
Smelly fanny.

(Ending with…)

Leader: Oh how i love (insert name of captains wife/barmaid here)
Group: Oh how we love (insert name of captains wife/barmaid here)
Leader: Her smelly fanny.
Group: Her smelly fanny…..etc.

69er

I met a girl called Mary Jane
She really was quite fetching
She took me back to her flat
And showed me all her etchings
Said I to Mary Jane, I am but a minor
She said oh my lad don’t worry about that…..
Lets have a 69er

Chorus:

Oooooohhhh there’s nothing like a gobble
Sticking your head between her legs
And watching her belly wobble
Oh my lad it’s gotta be said
Nothing could be finer
Than sticking your head between her leeeeeeegs
In a lovely 69er

Now a wank’s a wank and a fucks a fuck
And each one has it’s place
But there is nothing better than
A fanny in your face
So get your head between her legs
And lick that big virgina
For there is nothing better than
Having a 69er

Now some men give it up the arse
And some men up the twat
But I’m a pussy licking man
So I don’t like none of that
So get your head between her legs
And get your tongue inside her
For there is nothing better than
Having a 69er

One occupational hazard
Of when you’re licking quim
Is that you get a lot of
Pussy juice upon your chin
So get your head between her legs
Cos soon you’ll get to ride her
For there is nothing better than
Having a 69er

Yogi Bear

I know a bear that you all know, Yogi, YOGI
I know a bear that you all know, Yogi, Yogi Bear.

YOGI, YOGI BEAR,
YOGI, YOGI BEAR,
I KNOW A BEAR THAT YOU ALL 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.

Yogi’s got a “girlfriend”, Suzi, SUZI
Yogi’s got a “girlfriend”, Suzi, Suzi Bear.

Yogi’s got an enemy, Ranger, RANGER
Yogi’s got an enemy, Ranger, Ranger Smith.

Yogi’s got a cheesy knob, Cammum, CAMMUM
Yogi’s got a cheesy knob, Cammum, Camembert.

Booboo likes it on the fridge, polar, POLAR
Booboo likes it on the fridge, polar, polar bear.

Yogi hates it up the ass, something, SOMETHING
Yogi hates it up the ass, something, something he can’t bear.

Yogi’s dick is long and green, cucum, CUCUM
Yogi’s dick is long and green, cucum, cucumber.

Suzi’s got the painters in, grizzly, GRIZZLY
Suzi’s got the painters in, grizzly, grizzly bear.

Booboo’s boyfriend has no teeth, gummy, GUMMY
Booboo’s boyfriend has no teeth, gummy, gummy bear

Lobster Song

CHORUS:

Singing hi tiddly ho
Shit or bust!
Never let your bollocks dangle in the dust!

“Good morning, Mr. Fisherman.”
“Good morning, Sir.” said he.
“Have you a lobster you could sell to me?”

“Oh, yes Sir, yes Sir.
I have two;
The biggest of the bastards I will sell to you

Well, I took the bastard home,
To give the wife a treat;
I put it in the piss pot to keep it sweet.

in the middle of the night,
As you might guess;
The wife got up to take herself a piss.

Well, first she gave a squeal,
And then she gave a grunt;
Because that bloddy lobster had bit her on the cunt.

Well, I grabbed a mop,
And the wife grabbed a broom;
We chased the fucking lobster right around the room.

Well, we beat him on the back,
We beat him on the side,
We beat the lobster until the bastard died.

There’s a moral to my story,
Which is simply this;
Always take a shufty before you take a piss.

This is the end of my story,
There isn’t any more;
An apple’s up my ass & you can eat the core.

Chicago

CHORUS:

I used to work in Chicago, in an old department store.
I used to work in Chicago, but I don’t work there anymore.

SINGER: A woman came in for some velvet
ALL: Some velvet from the store?
SINGER: Velvet she wanted, felt she got!
ALL: Oh, I don’t work there anymore!

Some pork she wanted, a porking she got
Some sage and onion she wanted, stuffing she got
Some beef she wanted, my meat she got
Some paper she wanted, a ream she got
Some jewelry she wanted, a pearl necklace she got
Some stamps she wanted, a lickin’ she got
Some help she wanted, AIDS she got
A computer she wanted, my hard drive she got
A translator she wanted, a cunning-linguist she got
A nail she wanted, a screw she got
A carpet she wanted, a shag she got
A fishing rod she wanted, my pole she got
A camel she wanted, a hump she got
A KitKat she wanted, four fingers she got
A Twix she wanted, two fingers she got
A front door she wanted, the back door she got
A good deal she wanted, screwed she got
A cucumber she wanted, my pickle she got
A ruler she wanted, 12 inches she got
A pizza she wanted, my delivery she got
A hammer she wanted, hammered she got
A horse she wanted, donkey punched she got
An application she wanted, filled out she got
An oriental optical viewing device, my japs-eye she got
A ring she wanted, my ring she got
A helicopter she wanted, my chopper she got
A fuck she wanted, fucked she got

Asshole Rules The Navy

Sambo was a lazy coon,
He went to sleep in the afternoon,
So tired was he, so tired was he.
Off to the forest he would go,
Swinging his chopper too and fro,
When along came a bee, a bloody great bumble bee,
Bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz.
Go away you bumble bee, I ain’t no rose,
I ain’t no sycamore tree, get off my fucking nose.
Get off my smelling cone, don’t you come near.
If you want a bit of fanny, you can see I ain’t any,
And you’ll get no asshole here.

Asshole rules the Navy,
Asshole rules the Navy,
Asshole rules the navy,
But you’ll get no asshole here.

When I was young I had no sense.
Caught my bollocks on a barbwire fence.
To the doctor I did go.
Me balls and all I had to show.
He sat me down upon a stool
And he lopped off my favorite tool.
When I went home, my father laughed
To see two balls without a shaft.

Asshole rules the Navy.
Asshole rules the Navy.
Asshole rules the Navy,
But you’ll get no asshole here.

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