He might like a Black Forest cake
From which to daintily partake.
Or a schnitzeled wienie
And a stiff martini,
Served 'straight up' for heaven's sake.
Enough of Papal gastronomy.
Let's speak now, instead, of astronomy.
enough of papal gastronomy,
let's speak now, instead, of astronomy,
the belt of orion
and leo the lion
enough of papal gastronomy,
let's speak now, instead, of astronomy,
the belt of orion
and leo the lion
Yes! A gazer at stars I'm a-gonna be!
Astrology, now, that's more popular
astrology, now, thats more popular,
and I say this without being jocular,
our lives are predicted
in the stars they are scripted,
Astrology, now, that's more popular,
and I say this without being jocular.
Our lives are predicted,
In the stars they are scripted,
Sub-atomic and sub-sub-molecular.
So I looked up my horoscope
So I looked up my horoscope
No 'horror' at all I really hope
"The day will have rain
And rheumatic pain"
I'd sooner talk about the Pope
(not really)
What's an interesting thing in your cards?
What's an interesting thing in your cards?
A blind tasting of different lards
What's an interesting thing in your cards?
A blind tasting of different lards
The cheap one is greasy
For eggs over easy
But the other one beats it by yards.
When the traveller landed in Dover
When the traveller landed in Dover
he thought, "M'lord, this trip is over"
so far, we have wandered,
but now we're outnumbered
When the traveller landed in Dover,
He thought, "M'lord, this trip is over."
His premature cheers
Were drowned by his tears
When he realized 'twas just a layover.
+++++++++++++++++++++
He journeyed on through The Chunnel
<Missed your line, benjamino ...
>
He journeyed on through The Chunnel
Being grateful his train had no funnel
A smokestack, okay,
Would get in the way
He journeyed on through The Chunnel
Being grateful his train had no funnel
A smokestack, okay,
Would get in the way
And derail them beneath the runnel.
+++++++++++++++++++++
The train limped into Istanbul
He journeyed on through The Chunnel
Being grateful his train had no funnel
A smokestack, okay,
Would get in the way
And why did the train need a gunnel?
So when the train arrived in France
OOOps! You were too quick Whooda.....disregard my attempt.
The train limped into Istanbul
At the speed of a very sick Mule
Repairs they were needed
The brakes they were bleeded
by a fool with an Istanbul tool
It merrily chuffed on its way
The train limped into Istanbul
At the speed of a very sick Mule
Repairs they were needed
but were completely impeded
by the the lack of a necessary tool.
A left-handed right-angled wrench
I bow to a seasoned member.....
A left-handed right-angled wrench
Was wielded about by a wench
On her left hand a blister
