Here's how it is. I post some Monty Python songs and you tell me which ones are better. KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE:
We're Knights of the Round Table, We dance when ere we're able, We do routines and chorus scenes With footwork impeccable. We dine well here in Camelot, We eat ham and jam and spam a lot. We're Knights of the Round Table, Our shows are formidable, But many times, we're given rhymes That are quite unsingable. We're Opera mad in Camelot, We sing from the diaphragma looooooot. In war we're tough and able, Quite indefatigable, Between our quests we sequin vests, And impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life in Camelot, I have to push the pram a lot.
Bravely bold Sir Robin Rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, Oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid To be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.
He was not in the least bit scared To be mashed into a pulp. Or to have his eyes gouged out, And his elbows broken. To have his kneecaps split And his body burned away, And his limbs all hacked and mangled Brave Sir Robin.
His head smashed in And his heart cut out And his liver removed And his bowls unplugged And his nostrils raped And his bottom burnt off And his pen--
"That's... that's enough music for now lads, *** there's dirty work afoot*** ???."
Brave Sir Robin ran away. ("No!" Bravely ran away away. ("I didn't!" When danger reared it's ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled. ("no!" Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about ("I didn't!" And gallantly he chickened out.
****Bravely**** taking ("I never did!" to his feet, He beat a very brave retreat. ("all lies!" Bravest of the braaaave, Sir Robin! ("I never!"
Brave Sir Robin Ran Away:
Bravely bold Sir Robin Rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, Oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid To be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.
He was not in the least bit scared To be mashed into a pulp. Or to have his eyes gouged out, And his elbows broken. To have his kneecaps split And his body burned away, And his limbs all hacked and mangled Brave Sir Robin.
His head smashed in And his heart cut out And his liver removed And his bowls unplugged And his nostrils raped And his bottom burnt off And his pen--
"That's... that's enough music for now lads, *** there's dirty work afoot*** ???."
Brave Sir Robin ran away. ("No!" Bravely ran away away. ("I didn't!" When danger reared it's ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled. ("no!" Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about ("I didn't!" And gallantly he chickened out.
****Bravely**** taking ("I never did!" to his feet, He beat a very brave retreat. ("all lies!" Bravest of the braaaave, Sir Robin! ("I never!"
ANSWER WHICH ONE'S THE BEST, AND SUGGEST MORE SONGS FOR MY NEXT POSTS.
Since no one's posted Eric the Half-a-Bee lyrics, I'll do it myself.
A one... two-- A one... two... three... four... Half a bee, philosophically, Must, ipso facto, half not be. But half the bee has got to be Vis a vis, its entity. D'you see?
But can a bee be said to be Or not to be an entire bee When half the bee is not a bee Due to some ancient injury?
Singing...
La dee dee, one two three, Eric the half a bee. A B C D E F G, Eric the half a bee.
Is this wretched demi-bee, Half-asleep upon my knee, Some freak from a menagerie? No! It's Eric the half a bee!
Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee, Eric the half a bee. Ho ho ho, tee hee hee, Eric the half a bee.
I love this hive, employee-ee, Bisected accidentally, One summer afternoon by me, I love him carnally.
DAD: There are Jews in the world. There are Buddhists. There are Hindus and Mormons, and then There are those that follow Mohammed, but I've never been one of them.
I'm a Roman Catholic, And have been since before I was born, And the one thing they say about Catholics is: They'll take you as soon as you're warm.
You don't have to be a six-footer. You don't have to have a great brain. You don't have to have any clothes on. You're A Catholic the moment Dad came,
Because
Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate.
CHILDREN: Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate.
GIRL: Let the heathen spill theirs On the dusty ground. God shall make them pay for Each sperm that can't be found.
CHILDREN: Every sperm is wanted. Every sperm is good. Every sperm is needed In your neighbourhood.
MUM: Hindu, Taoist, Mormon, Spill theirs just anywhere, But God loves those who treat their Semen with more care.
MEN: Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is great. WOMEN: If a sperm is wasted,... CHILDREN: ...God get quite irate.
PRIEST: Every sperm is sacred. BRIDE and GROOM: Every sperm is good. NANNIES: Every sperm is needed... CARDINALS: ...In your neighbourhood!
CHILDREN: Every sperm is useful. Every sperm is fine. FUNERAL CORTEGE: God needs everybody's. MOURNER #1: Mine! MOURNER #2: And mine! CORPSE: And mine!
NUN: Let the Pagan spill theirs O'er mountain, hill, and plain. HOLY STATUES: God shall strike them down for Each sperm that's spilt in vain.
EVERYONE: Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is good. Every sperm is needed In your neighbourhood.
Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite iraaaaaate!
The world today seems absolutely crackers, With nuclear bombs to blow us all sky high. There's fools and idiots sitting on the trigger. It's depressing and it's senseless, and that's why... I like Chinese. I like Chinese. They only come up to your knees, Yet they're always friendly, and they're ready to please.
I like Chinese. I like Chinese. There's nine hundred million of them in the world today. You'd better learn to like them; that's what I say.
I like Chinese. I like Chinese. They come from a long way overseas, But they're cute and they're cuddly, and they're ready to please.
I like Chinese food. The waiters never are rude. Think of the many things they've done to impress. There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching, and Chess.
So I like Chinese. I like Chinese. I like their tiny little trees, Their Zen, their ping-pong, their yin, and yang-ese.
I like Chinese thought, The wisdom that Confucious taught. If Darwin is anything to shout about, The Chinese will survive us all without any doubt.
So, I like Chinese. I like Chinese. They only come up to your knees, Yet they're wise and they're witty, and they're ready to please.
All together.
[verse in Chinese] Wo ai zhongguo ren. (I like Chinese.) Wo ai zhongguo ren. (I like Chinese.) Wo ai zhongguo ren. (I like Chinese.) Ni hao ma; ni hao ma; ni hao ma; zaijien! (How are you; how are you; how are you; goodbye!)
I like Chinese. I like Chinese. Their food is guaranteed to please, A fourteen, a seven, a nine, and lychees.
I like Chinese. I like Chinese. I like their tiny little trees, Their Zen, their ping-pong, their yin, and yang-ese.
I like Chinese. I like Chinese. They only come up to your knees...
