We used to come up with songs while staggering about.
Here some of the better ones.
During a long walk to the beach , big Ben kicked off an argument that ended in this song being written.
Ill always be a fat bloke,
No matter what I eat,
ill always be a fat bloke,
And never see my feet.
Ill always be a fat bloke,
No matter what I eat,
Ill always be a fat bloke,
And have to beat my meat.
This, after unwanted attention from a girl.
(to the tune of house of the rising sun)
There is this whore,
In Durdle Door,
They call Sarah-Jane,
She is quite fit,
But inexperienced,
Now I'm wishing I was gay.
More as I'm reminded of them.
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