The next dance turned out a rhumba
Ruthlessly played on a kalimba
Drummer passed out drunk
We put him in a trunk
And ditched the car in Toowoomba
Some words are hard to rhyme with
Some words are hard to rhyme with
My friend, you are telling the trith
Some words are hard to rhyme with
My friend, you are telling the trith
But it's not all that hard
Just pick a card
Or ask monsignore smith
Grown up boys don't play with fire
Grown up boys don't play with fire
and I'm grown, so I won't stir the ire
but saying I flunk
was the act of a punk
and forgive me, but also a liar
Now have at it, you ladies and gents
Now have at it, you ladies and gents,
Feel free to express your sentiments.
I'm quite in the mood
To agree wiyth Snood
Now have at it, you ladies and gents,
Feel free to express your sentiments.
I'm quite in the mood
To agree wiyth Snood
Too bad rhyming don't pay no rents
Another morning in endless parade
Now have at it, you ladies and gents,
Feel free to express your sentiments.
I'm quite in the mood
To agree wiyth Snood
Well it's time you suffered some Lents.
The Lim'rick's a form and it's pure
To spoil it's the act of a boor
It's not very cool
To act like a fool
And flop out a pile of your spoor.
Proud ladies will not be impressed
No matter how flash you are dressed
So take some more time
And scan it and rhyme
With words that are suitably stressed.
So "on with the dance", the man said
So "on with the dance", the man said
With fantasy crammed in his head
But I got the point
And spendi anoint
To teacher who taught, nuff said
So boldly I try it again
So boldly I try it again
And on to the floor with sweet Jane
The lights were down low
And Joe had a go
There's no holding back a keen swain.
He waltzed her away to one side
Where the doors were all open wide
The moon played its beams
On Joe's eyeball gleams
He waltzed her away to one side
Where the doors were all open wide
The moon played its beams
On Joe's eyeball gleams
The hopes of one hell of a ride
Raunchy Randy reveled
In all the chicks he'd leveled
Raunchy Randy reveled
In all the chicks he had leveled
But one day quite soon
He'll look like a loon
When his match has him bedevilled.
The joys of the chase are the best,
Which end when a man comes to rest
The joys of the chase are the best,
Which end when a man comes to rest.
But some women, you know, will not chase a beau,
And they will out-run all the rest
There once was a girl called Yvonne
Who's clothes would never stay on
There once was a girl called Yvonne
Who's clothes would never stay on
She shed 'em real quick
In hopes of some dick
From Billy or Johnny or Ron
Let's try to stay clear of such filth
You naughty thing!
Don't forget to do the first two lines for the next one.
x
I did the first line.
Let's try to stay clear of such filth
And not the kind we may tilth
Let's try to stay clear of such filth
And not the kind we may tilth
You speak for yourself
I'm not on the shelf
I'm swiffling the spluts of the swilth.
A man on the tube said to me
"Come here dear and sit on my knee...
A man on the tube said to me
"Come here dear and sit on my knee...
And I did as told
Became instantly old
When I saw things no one needs to see
The man on the tube had a book
Filled up with some pictures he took
The man on the tube had a book
Filled up with some pictures he took
A girl on a bed,
His girlfriend he said
And one of a red-armed fat cook.
A ladle she held in her hand
A ladle she held in her hand
Filled to the brim with sand
Said it was cocaine
It'd light up yer brain
She'd got it from some rock band
I think it was Judas Priest
When they toured in the middle east
I think it was Judas Priest
When they toured in the middle east
can't sell heavy metal
from the pit of the kettle
unless you're part of the feast.
--------------------------------
Sands can be rough on the toungue
