Your favourite sing-a-long-when-drunk tunes?
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There is NO finer song than this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYG8OA2nYzI&fea...
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
He he! Me and my brother always used to walk home pissed singing that! There's a video somewhere of me teaching a load of Italians to sing it in Bahrain.
But I was told a different last verse:
As I went home on Sunday night a little after three
I saw a man running out the door with his pants about his knee
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who is that man running out the door with his pants about his knee?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's the tax collector that the queen has sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
[Slowly and loudly now folks -all together!] But an Englishman that could last till three I never saw before!
But I was told a different last verse:
As I went home on Sunday night a little after three
I saw a man running out the door with his pants about his knee
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who is that man running out the door with his pants about his knee?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's the tax collector that the queen has sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
[Slowly and loudly now folks -all together!] But an Englishman that could last till three I never saw before!
. Will sing along to most things though
My favourite song for singing along when drunk, usually sat around a fire at a festival, is Moldy Peaches "Steak for Chicken"..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qy-dUS7IEVI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qy-dUS7IEVI
k dust.deevlash said:
the yogi bear song
http://humor.beecy.net/songs/yogi-bear-song/
Yogi's got a cheesy knob,http://humor.beecy.net/songs/yogi-bear-song/
Camem, Camem, Camem camembert.....
Cucum (bear), whips and chains etc etc...
rhinochopig said:
There is NO finer song than this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYG8OA2nYzI&fea...
That is one of the most disturbing videos I've ever seen. Just horrible. It makes Aphex Twin's 'Windowlicker' look like something you'd see on Cbeebies.Oh, the cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
The cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
Oh, the cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
And the farmer said "It won't do no harm"
Se-cond verse,
Same as the first,
A little bit louder and a little bit worse
Oh, the cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
The cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
Oh, the cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
And the farmer said "It won't do no harm"
(repeat until your throat gives up or someone smacks you)
The cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
Oh, the cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
And the farmer said "It won't do no harm"
Se-cond verse,
Same as the first,
A little bit louder and a little bit worse
Oh, the cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
The cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
Oh, the cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
And the farmer said "It won't do no harm"
(repeat until your throat gives up or someone smacks you)
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