What’s the use of wearing braces? Vests and pants and boots with laces? Spats and hats you buy in places Down the Brompton Road? What’s the use of shirts of cotton? Studs that always get forgotten? These affairs are simply rotten, Better far is woad. Woad’s the stuff to show men. Woad to scare your […]
If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up. Not me! (“I Won’t Grow Up”)
Hey Jude, don’t make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better.
Let us sing our own treasures, Old England’s good cheer, To the profits and pleasures of stout British beer; Your wine tippling, dram sipping fellows retreat, But your beer drinking Britons can never be beat. The French with their vineyards and meager pale ale, They drink from the squeezing of half ripe fruit; But we, […]
Mooses come walking over the hill; Mooses come walking, they rarely stand still. When mooses come walking they go where they will, When mooses come walking over the hill. Mooses look into your window at night: They look to the left, they look to the right; The mooses are smiling, they think it’s a zoo, […]
One evening in October, when I was one-third sober, An’ taking home a ‘load’ with manly pride; My poor feet began to stutter, so I lay down in the gutter, And a pig came up an’ lay down by my side; Then we sang ‘It’s all fair weather when good fellows get together,’ Till a […]