Drivel lyrics

Only the Macc Lads could rhyme Menstrual Cycle with George Michael.

She said I was good looking
And I looked a bit like George Michael,
But she didn't want a ******* she were on her menstrual cycle,
So I gives her a lift down to Sandbatch.
She after some grub, she were on the cadge,
So I got some meat and stuffed it up her vag.

Spread your legs and get your knickers down,
Spread your legs and don't make a sound,
I'm God's gift to women in this ******** town,
So spread your legs and get your knickers down.


the Macc Lads will win everytime.
 
VH-1 just reminded me of the following pearls of wisdom from silgil brigade:

"If theres a bustle in your hedgerow
Dont be alarmed now,
Its just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
Theres still time to change the road youre on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it wont go
In case you dont know,
The pipers calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind."
 
I forgot this gem. It has to be heard to be appreciated:


Mary Pickford used to eat roses
Thought that they’d make her beautiful and they did,
One supposes.

Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome,
He wore a moustache,
Must-a had much cash, too,
Worth a king’s ransom,

Charlie Chaplin, he was invited,
When these artists became united.
When these artists became united.

David Griffith worked as an extra,
Then as a stagehand,
Until they let him be
A director

Dave was brave, a mover and shaker,
A true pioneer,
He seemed to show no fear,
A real film maker

Just like Chaplin, he was invited,
When these artists became united.
When these artists became united.

They tied the knot together,
Groom and bride couldn’t hide their pleasure.
They tried to pick fair weather,
But love died, didn’t last forever.

Mary Pickford used to eat roses,
Thought that they’d make her beautiful and they did,
One supposes.

Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome,
He wore a moustache,
Must-a had much cash too,
Worth a king’s ransom.

Charlie Chaplin, he was invited,
When these artists became united.
When these artists became united.
When these artists became united
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Heres another load of tripe. I you find yourself penning lyrics like this...talk to FRANK. :)

I need to be myself
I cant be no one else
I'm feeling supersonic
Give me gin and tonic
You can have it all but how much do you want it?
You make me laugh
Give me your autograph
Can I ride with you in your B.M.W ?
You can sail with me in my yellow submarine

You need to find out
'Cos no one's gonna tell you what I'm all about
You need to find a way for what you want to say
But before tomorrow'

'Cos my friend said he'd take you home
He sits in a corner all alone
He lives under a waterfall
No body can see him
No body can ever hear him call

You need to be yourself
You can't be no one else
I know a girl called Elsa
She's into Alka Seltzer
She sniffs it through a cane on a supersonic train
And she makes me laugh
I got her autograph
She done it with a doctor on a helicopter
She's sniffin in her tissue
Sellin' the Big Issue'

when she finds out
'no one's gonna tell you what I'm on about
you need to find a way for what you want to say
But before tomorrow

'Cos my friend said he'd take you home
He sits in a corner all alone
He lives under a waterfall
No body can see him
No body can ever hear him call
 
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