Der große Träller und Lyric Thread

[monochrom]

Das heisst "Owain Glyndyr's War Song"

Hier mal was schönes englisches aus den napoleonischen Kriegen.

Drink Little England Dry

Drink, my boys, and ne'er give o'er,
Drink until you can't drink no more,
For the Frenchmen are coming for a fresh supply,
And they swear they'll drink little England dry.
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
Paddle, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
For the Frenchmen are coming with a fresh supply,
And they swear they'll drink little England dry.

They may come, the frogs of France,
But we'll teach them a new-fashioned dance,
For we'll pepper their jackets most ter-ri-bully,
Afore they'll drink little England dry.
Paddle, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wows
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
For we'll pepper their jackets most ter-ri-bully,
Afore they'll drink little England dry.

They may come as they may think,
But they shall fight afore they drink,
For the guns they shall rattle
and the bullets they shall fly
Afore they'll drink little England dry.
Paddie, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
Paddle, widdie, waddie, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
For the guns they shall rattle
and the bullets they shall fly
Afore they'll drink little England dry.

Then drink, my boys, and ne'er give o'er,
Drink until you can't drink no more,
For the Frenchmen's brags are all my eye,
And they'll never drink little England dry.
Paddle, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
Paddle, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow,
For the Frenchmen's brags are all my eye,
And they'll never drink little England dry.

 

[Karsten]

Das is zwar kein Traditional aber egal. Trotzdem geil...

THE HARD MEN

In the wild bad lands of England
Where the law is our own
We'll cause such a bloody riot
You'll be trembling in your homes
We'll lie in wait to ambush you
In an alley that's our lair
Whichever town you go to
You will always find us there

We've never tasted whisky
Just lager and red wine
But by Christ we can't half knock 'em back
When it comes to judgement time
We'll take you on at drinking
And if you lose we'll skin your hide
Then you'll say we're the hardest gang in town
And we'll go home drunk with pride

We'll leave our calling card
If you're passing by our way
If you're looking for a fight
We can lick you any day
We'll take you for a drink
Just make sure you can pay
We're the hard men

We know you've worked hard all your life
But we couldn't give a damn
Because we're all just lazy bastards
As I'm sure you'll understand
And don't you be misled
By our deceptive words of grace
Because there's nothing we'd like more
Than to smash a bottle in your face

There's always at least ten of us
Just for company you see
The sticks and stones we carry
Are just our imagery
The long knives in our pockets
Are just for carving meat
But human flesh is favoured
If it's helpless in the street

We're meaner than Clint Eastwood
And we're tougher than John Wayne
We hate you if you're better than us
We're all the fucking same
We're like an evil disease
Spreading through the land
We have the Devil in us
And his will is our command​

 

[monochrom]

Yeah, geil!

Hier ein Stück englischer Stadionsangeskunst. Der berühmte Posh-Spice-Song.

Posh Spice is a slapper,
She wear's a wunderbra,
And when she's shagging Beckham,
She thinks of Mustafa!
...
Posh Spice has a baby
And Beckham is the dad
But when they did the dirty deed,
She dreamt of Arphexad
...
Posh Spice is a nympho
But Beckham's knob's a wick
So when they're in bed together
She dreams of Lennons dick!
...
She likes to shag all morning
But Beckham's under Par
So when they get together
He wears her wonderbra!
...
Posh Spice is a slapper,
And Davids got a bent 'un
But when he shoves it up her arse
She thinks of Graham Fenton
...
Beckham is a wanker
And Posh Spice hates his jokes
The Boy can't satisfy her
She turns to Stefan Oakes
...
Posh Spice is a slapper,
She take's it up the Arsenal,
And when she's shagging Beckham,
She thinks of Ian Marshall!
...
Beckham can hardly get it up
He can barely get a hard on
So when floppy boy Becks can't do the biz
Posh dreams of Arnar Gunnlaugsson
...
Beckham is a twat
He drives poor Vicky potty
And when he gets her in the sack
She thinks of Tony Cottee
...
Now Posh she likes to be on top
With Beckham prone below
And as she bumps and grinds away
She thinking about Theo!
...
Posh doesnt always feel like it,
but Becks has persuasive powers
so she just lets him do his thing whilst
She thinks about Tim Flowers
...
Now Posh is into bondage
But Beckham's very wimpy
So when she gets her handcuffs out
She thinks of Andy Impey.
...
Now Posh is into fast cars
She does it in a Porsche
And as she sprawls across the seats
She dreams of Stevie Walsh!
...
Whenever Dave says to Posh Spice
"D'you fancy a shag or a kiss?"
Her mind flies away in an instant
And cavorts with Zagorakis
...
Now Posh can screw away all night
But Becks soon goes all floppy
So when she gets the urge again
She thinks of Stevie Guppy.

 

[Karsten]

Sehr geil. Gibts das als mp3?


Dazu fällt mir nix mehr ein.

 

[Karsten]

Äääähhh, doch. Sekunde.

 

[Karsten]

Blyth Power, ganz großes Kino....

Bacchus On The Waggon
Bacchus to the doctor went a griping pain to ease
A phlegm cup at his shoulder to afford some small relief
His bloodshot eyes were yellow and his beard was full of grease
And a foul wind in his belly brought him gasping to his knees

The doctor coughed politely held a scarf against his nose
Bade him hang his godhead up and take off all his clothes
Baccus sighed and rolled his eyes behind the screen disrobed
The doctor grabbed his stethoscope and prepared to diagnose

When the doctor looked him over and said it's worse than at first appears
Your kidney's shot to pieces and your liver's disappeared
Your lungs are filled with water you complain of diarrhoea
And unless you give up drinking you'll be dead within the year

Break the bottle smash the whisky jar and put your glasses down
Bacchus is on the wagon and it's rolling into town
Bacchus is on the wagon and the curtain's down for good
On your quarts and pails and yards of ale now the cork is in the wood

Then the grey nurse summoned by the bell
Saw him weeping with contrition
Begging heal me please physician make me well
With needles pins and bleeding bowl prepared

She said don't expect sympathy
If you can't take your medicine
You shouldn't bait the bears

Back went Bacchus to Olympus and when he broke the sorry news
The satyrs were dissatisfied the nymphs were not amused
The centaurs and the Lapiths had a sharp exchange of views
The watchmen and the border guards succumbed to self abuse

But it's too late to say you're sorry now it's useless to repent
Your yeasts refuse to quicken and your apples won't ferment
Your wines and beers and spirits are a Devil's sacrament
For which Bacchus' indigestion is a cure from Heaven sent


What of all those pretty acolytes that Bacchus now disowns
That naked through the summer lees beside him used to roam
They've left the Elysian fields behind and bought a Barratt's Home
Where they've settled down and married now with children of their own​

 

[maya]

das erste lied was mir einfällt,wenn ich karsten sehe ist ja:
"her name was lola she was a show girl..."

 

[Karsten]

das erste lied was mir einfällt,wenn ich karsten sehe ist ja:
"her name was lola she was a show girl..."

Das hab ich mir neulich ma gesaugt. Das kommt ersma für morgen auffen MP3 Player...

 

[monochrom]

Sehr geil. Gibts das als mp3?


Dazu fällt mir nix mehr ein.

Die Leicester City Fans haben da ein Meisterwerk vollbracht. Obwohl es abgewandelt in jedem englischen Stadion gesungen wurde welches David betrat.

Und ich kenne kein mp3, hmm mal gucken...nee, kann nichts finden.

 

[maya]

Das hab ich mir neulich ma gesaugt. Das kommt ersma für morgen auffen MP3 Player...

ich bin immernoch danbar für den "dein peinlichstes lieblingslied"-thread.ohne den wäre ich nie darauf gekommen mir solche perlen wie barry manilow runterzuladen

 

[Karsten]

Da isser:

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
She would merengue and do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar
Across a crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....they fell in love

(Copa Copacabana)

His name was Rico, he wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' there
And when she finished, he called her over
But Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?





At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....she lost her love

(Copa. . Copacabana)
(Copa Copacabana) (Copacabana, ahh ahh ahh ahh)
(Ahh ahh ahh ahh Copa Copacabana)
(Talking Havana have a banana)
(Music and passion...always the fash--shun)



Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show
Now it's a disco, but not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
Now she's lost her mind!

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....don't fall in love

(Copa) don't fall in love
Copacabana​

​

 

[monochrom]

Wo ich es gerade höre - der beste Song der je über ein Pferderennen geschrieben wurde:

Bottle of Smoke

Thanks and praises
Thanks to Jesus
I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
I went to Hell
And to the races
To bet on the Bottle of Smoke

The day being clear
The sky being bright
He came up on the left
Like a streak of light
Like a drunken fuck
On a Saturday night
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

Twenty fucking five to one
My gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won

Stewards inquiries
Swift and fiery
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Inquisitions and suppositions
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Fuck the stewards
A trip to Lourdes
Might give the old fuckers
The power of sight
Screaming springers and stoppers
And call out coppers
But the money still gleams in my hand like a light

Bookies cursing
Cars reversing
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Glasses steaming
Vessels bursting
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Slip a fifty to the wife
And for each brat a crisp new five
To give me a break on a Saturday night
When I had the Bottle of Smoke

Priests and maidens
Drunk as pagans
They had the Bottle of Smoke
Sins forgiven and celebrations
They had the Bottle of Smoke

Fuck the Yanks
And drink their wives
The moon is clear
The sky is bright
I'm happy as the horses shite
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

 

[Karsten]

Ahhh, Pogues...

 

[Kadatha]

Und jetzt ALLE:

Pingu ...
Pingu ...

OK everybody, this is the Pingu prance
All everybody have to do the Pingu dance
My name is Pingu, come on dance to the beat
It's easy if you try, just watch my feet
Let's all, be happy and have some fun
Let's count to 10 and start with 1
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10, let's go to 11
Stomp your feet and turn around
Reach for the sky, now touch the ground

Dothe Pingu ...
Do the Pingu ...


Now we may look different, but we're all the same,
Just different bodies with different names .
We all have mommys and we all have dads,
Sometimes we're happy, sometimes we're sad
If you smile and dance with me
You'll be happy, just wait and see
Stomp your feet and turn around
Reach for the sky, now touch the ground

Dothe Pingu ...
Do the Pingu ...

Come on kids
P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu
P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu

OK kids, come on, and dance to the beat
It's easy if you try just watch my feet
Let's all be happy and have some fun
Let's count to 10 and start with 1
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10, let's go to 11
Stomp your feet and turn around
Reach for the sky, now touch the ground

Dothe Pingu ...
Do the Pingu ...

Come on kids
P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu
P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu
P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu
P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
P P P P P, P P P P P to the Pingu
P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu
P P P P P, P P P P P do the Pingu

 

[Hammered_gods]

Caught the fish, caught alone, caught the fish on salami

Cut the fish, cut alone, cut the fish and the salami

Cooked the fish, cooked alone, cooked the fish and the salami

Ate the fish, ate alone, ate the fish and the salami

Puked the fish out, puked alone, puked out the fish and the salami