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You know how it is...you know the lyrics are one set of words, but they become corrupted into another. You may not even like the song, but your brain just does it anyway. Which is why I'm currently humming...

Her name was Lola
She drank Mazola
But that was forty years ago
When they used to be Mazo

Barry Manilow, eat your heart out! Still, it makes a change from the Garbage song that I sing in the shower:

I'm with a hippo in the drains
I'm with a hippo and it's complicated
Don't think my hippo can be extricated
I'm with a hippo in the drains

Time for my special medicine, I think.

T.

In reply to Tony Buckley: dont worry, I spent my (very) early childhood innocently singing
"O Danny Boy, along the pipes you're crawling.."
I honestly believed it was a sad song about a little boy who got lost down the drains, and I had nightmares about getting accidentally flushed down the toilet just like him.

In reply to Tony Buckley:

Reminds me of that TDK tape advert from years ago with a guy doing the Dylan hand-written card thing to Desmond Decker's Israelites...

"Mah Ears are alight"

Christ I'm old. I'll get me coat.

In reply to Vertically_Challenged:

I had a friend who thought that Christmas time was 'A time for hating, and fighting disease' courtesy of Cliff Richard's 'Mistletoe and Wine'.

Mind you - she also thought it was unusual that the MOT test had the same initials as Ministry of Transport.

KB

In reply to Tony Buckley:

Just remembered my somewhat juvenile version of Popeye. Must teach it to the kids some time.

I'm Popeye the sailor man,
I live in a caravan,
There's a hole in the middle,
Where I go to piddle,
I'm Popeye the sailor man.

Timeless.

In reply to Tony Buckley:

http://www.rathergood.com/holding/
http://www.rathergood.com/bunny_too_tight/
http://www.rathergood.com/bill/
http://www.rathergood.com/chicken/

not entirely work safe (needs sound too)

In reply to Dan_S:

Marvellous. The first two are exactly what the likeable chappie deserves, and the second two are just damn good (and work-safe, for those of you still at it).

T.

In reply to Dan_S: Where's the one about Alf Garnett! That's class.

Cheers,

Tom.

In reply to Clinger: There were loads of them weren't there. I remember:

I'm Popeye the sailor man,
I live in a caravan,
And when I go swimmin
I look at the wimmin,
I'm Popeye the sailor man.

Toot Toot!

Cheers,

Tom.

In reply to Tom Fuller:
http://www.rathergood.com/elephants/

http://www.rathergood.com/alf/

In reply to Dan_S:

Marvellous! Elephants have made my day, and that's not a phrase I've found myself using a lot in my life.

T.

In reply to Tony Buckley:

One we sang at school assembly was;

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a bleeders ear.

I thought those were the right words then.

In reply to Tony Buckley: Come on baby eat my breakfast A Corrs classic.

In reply to Tony Buckley:

Suspicious pies

Were caught in a cafe
And theres no way out
from these dodgy meat pies baby

Why cant you see?
That there is no meat?
In these suspicious pies baby?

We cant go on together, with suspicious pies
We cant build nutrition, using suspicious piiiiiiieeees...

:oD

In reply to sutty:

hehe that reminds me of our version of Komebyare (sp?) when in Y6 at school:

"Kiss my ass my lord
Kiss my ass"
... i forget how our version of the verses went, i just remember not being aloud out to play and made to write letters to the head saying how sorry we are instead.

In reply to OopzISlippedAgain: The Wham classic (if thats not a contradiction in terms)

Wank me off before you go go

In reply to Tony Buckley: Nobody knows what the lyrics to Help me Rhonda by the Beach Boys were supposed to be, but they definitely sang:

'Ever since she's been gone
There've been owls puking in my bed'

Maybe that's correct...

In reply to Tony Buckley:

I distinctly remember Jimi Hendrix singing :

"Hedgehog,.. Where you goin' with that gun in your hand?"

****

... and in the theme song to "Ghostbusters", if you listen carefully they definitely sing :

"Who ya gonna call? Those bastards!"

In reply to Hamster:

Now I always thought that was 'Lose your breakfast', which the song frequently made me want to do...

T.

In reply to Anni:

Mmm, I am taken with the pie focus of this place. Do Pimbletts (St Helens) or Cowards (Frodsham) make the best steak pie? The debate continues.

What is certain though is that there's nothing suspicious about either of them. But maybe, just maybe, it was a suspicious pie that led to the singer of that song being found where he was when he died...

...but I really doubt it. The Merkins just don't get it about pies, do they?

T.

In reply to Tony Buckley:

In a former life, for my sins I was the 'Run Scribe' - known as Cragrat of the Megamob Hash House Harriers (MH3) in Riyadh, and was known to plagiarise the odd verse or two -- generally to be sung with great gusto round a roaring campfire out in the desert, after the obligatory imbibing of copious quantities of SID.

I didn't care -- Folk, rock, poetry, they all got the treatment. Rabbie Burns, Kipling, Gilbert and Sullivan, Stanley Holloway, Dire Straits, limericks and even the Geordie national anthem were not safe from my PC keyboard.

THE MEGAMOB HASHER
(To the tune of The Manchester Rambler)

I've hashed through Hanifa, and where hills are steeper
I've hashed in those places as well,
Whilst by Al Hair's river, I've escaped the fever,
But suffered the flies and the smell.
I've hashed on the plain, in the wind and the rain,
I've camped in the heat and the dust
Been baked in the sun, and frozen my buns
For a hasher's life is not all LUST !!

CHORUS I'm a Hasher, I'm a Hasher, from out Riyadh way,
And I do all my Hashing the MEGAMOB way,
I may be a wage slave on most days,
But I go out Hashing on Thursday's

Each week at the Hash Gate, the hopeful all still wait
For a pleasant companion - (at least ),
But many a Nurse often mutters a curse,
"No - Not HIM, He's a DIRTY OLD BEAST "
Then they all move their Butts from the gaze of the Mutts,
As out to the desert they go
For a run or a walk, and a gasp or a talk
And some of them never say NO !!

CHORUS
In the circle they stand, each with Tankard in hand
Whilst the J.M's list all of their crimes,
But the ones on the seat, clad in GUNGE - Oh so neat!
Have now hashed for at least FIFTY times.
And the veteran few, with a hundred or two,
Have a "special" or stand in the stocks,
But "Doc" Leo, with ease, marked his Five Centuries
Being baked like a cake in a box.

CHORUS
If Riyadh makes you glum, It's a pain in the bum
(or the Fanny if you are a Yank)
There's one sure way I know, that will give you a glow
If you're single you don't have to WANK !!
So come out on the HASH, shout "ON-ON", have a bash,
Have a barbie, get pissed and fall down,
Cos in this Magic Land, you can all join our band
And escape from this dump of a town.

I'm a Hasher, I'm a Hasher, from out Riyadh way,
And I do all my Hashing the MEGAMOB way,
I may be a wage slave on most days,
But I go out Hashing on Thursday's.


There's more where that one came from -- but I'll spare you the punishment.

Al Stark

In reply to Alan Stark:


oh no
not HHH
how can you admit to that ?!

In reply to Tony Buckley: There's that Macy Gray song where she sings "I wear goggles when you are not near".

In reply to Tony Buckley:

'Beelzebub has a devil for a sideboard' was one of my favourites, and it hardly makes the song any sillier.

In reply to psd: yes but the opening line of 'mama, just filled my pants'

In reply to psd:

Give me his life for these born sausages?

Just a thought...

T.

In reply to Alan Stark:

Al,

This is marvellous...but whatever became of the Houghton Weavers? Enquiring minds wish to be told, so they can avoid them in future.

T.
Good lyrics though, and easily adapted, should anyone care to put a climbing club slant on them.

In reply to Swirly:

That'll be all the time, in my case. And who would know it was me?

Right, bedtime for bonzo*. Night all.

T
*a classic easy climb in the red river gorge, Kentucky, which doesn't mean I'm going to do it tonight, or when I'm sleeping. Just thought I'd clear that up.

In reply to Tony Buckley:

Well, not quite bedtime.

Blondie, what did they need twenty televisons for in 'picture this'?

T.
OK, definitely bedtime

In reply to Red Sonja:

If you've ever had to suffer Saudi TV, and living in Riyadh in general, and weren't into the 'just getting out of your brain every night on Sid Deekie and Djeddah Djinn -- (if you dont know, it's probably better not to ask) the HHH meant a weekly escape into the desert with some other outdoor types, meet members of the opposite gender who weren't your immediate family without worrying about being arrested for gross immorality (and that's for just being in a car with someone who was not your wife, sister, mother or daughter and not having the paperwork to prove it) where you could run, do other silly things and then proceed to get out of your brain under the stars and not have to worry about the evil mutts.

I did also find some half decent climbing, and met another climber who I would eventually team up with in the Emirates -- but that's another story.