Interesting rhymes in lyrics
Discussion
From Whiskey in the Jar:
And me, I like sleepin', 'specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Chamber - chain yeah
Clever. Natural. You don't think about it. I've known Thin Lizzy's version for fifty years and I've only just noticed it.
https://youtu.be/6WDSY8Kaf6o
Plus, with Thin Lizzy's version, you get to hear Eric Bell on lead guitar which is a good thing.

And me, I like sleepin', 'specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Chamber - chain yeah
Clever. Natural. You don't think about it. I've known Thin Lizzy's version for fifty years and I've only just noticed it.
https://youtu.be/6WDSY8Kaf6o
Plus, with Thin Lizzy's version, you get to hear Eric Bell on lead guitar which is a good thing.

I really like
Creep with me as I crawl through the hood,maniac,lunatic, call him snoop Eastwood.
Also humpty dumpy sat on a wall, humpty dumpy had a great fall. Interesting
Again ETA :
he broke the mirrors of his cadillac, 'cus he doesn't like it looking like he looks back
I think that's my winner 
Creep with me as I crawl through the hood,maniac,lunatic, call him snoop Eastwood.
Also humpty dumpy sat on a wall, humpty dumpy had a great fall. Interesting

Again ETA :
he broke the mirrors of his cadillac, 'cus he doesn't like it looking like he looks back


Edited by Ryyy on Wednesday 26th October 08:23
Edited by Ryyy on Wednesday 26th October 09:03
Edited by Ryyy on Wednesday 26th October 09:04
If you can filter out all the swear words and just look at the lyrics on a page, Eminem is really good at this and you can see there are rhymes in just random places in the line:
To make a cast, beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're Meni Mes
See he's in a whole 'nother weight class
He slugs, you're BBs, you're bean-bag bullets
You're full of it; you were dissin' his CDs
Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties
No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D. R. E
He's almost famous
So in there you've got "Mini Mes" (plural of mini-me), BBs, CDs, Wheaties, treaties and EPs all rhyming and this is just a random section of a random song.
And more famously
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti.
He's nervous. But on the surface, he looks calm and ready ...
to drop bombs. But he keeps on forgetting.
Who would've though "mom's spaghetti" rhymes with "on forgetting"
To make a cast, beat his ass naked and peed in his corner like Verne Troyer
Ya'll are Eminem backwards, you're Meni Mes
See he's in a whole 'nother weight class
He slugs, you're BBs, you're bean-bag bullets
You're full of it; you were dissin' his CDs
Laughed at Infinite, now he's back like someone pissed in his Wheaties
No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
His new Slim Shady EP's got the attention of the mighty D. R. E
He's almost famous
So in there you've got "Mini Mes" (plural of mini-me), BBs, CDs, Wheaties, treaties and EPs all rhyming and this is just a random section of a random song.
And more famously
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti.
He's nervous. But on the surface, he looks calm and ready ...
to drop bombs. But he keeps on forgetting.
Who would've though "mom's spaghetti" rhymes with "on forgetting"
Ian Dury, unsurpassed for doggerel lyric writing:
Van Gogh did some eyeball pleasers
He must have been a pencil squeezer
He didn't do the Mona Lisa
That was an Italian geezer
Einstein can't be classed as witless
He claimed atoms were the littlest
When you did a bit of splitting-em-ness
Frightened everybody s
tless
There ain't half been some clever b
ds
Probably got help from their mum
(who had help from her mum)
There ain't half been some clever b
ds
Now that we've had some
Let's hope that there's lots more to come
Van Gogh did some eyeball pleasers
He must have been a pencil squeezer
He didn't do the Mona Lisa
That was an Italian geezer
Einstein can't be classed as witless
He claimed atoms were the littlest
When you did a bit of splitting-em-ness
Frightened everybody s

There ain't half been some clever b

Probably got help from their mum
(who had help from her mum)
There ain't half been some clever b

Now that we've had some
Let's hope that there's lots more to come
Not forgetting Jake Thackray, poet and singer/songwriter in the French tradition, a 'chansonnier', with efforts such as this.....
''Leopold Alcox, never known to fail,
Working his way through my frail Chippendales.
One blow from his thighs, which are fearsomely strong,
Would easily fracture the wing of a swan.
I brought home my bird for some Turkish moussaka.
Up looms old Leopold; I know when I'm knackered.
He spills the vino, the great eager beaver,
Drenching her jump-suit and my joie de vivre......''
''Leopold Alcox, never known to fail,
Working his way through my frail Chippendales.
One blow from his thighs, which are fearsomely strong,
Would easily fracture the wing of a swan.
I brought home my bird for some Turkish moussaka.
Up looms old Leopold; I know when I'm knackered.
He spills the vino, the great eager beaver,
Drenching her jump-suit and my joie de vivre......''
witteringon said:
Ian Dury,
This bloke - pretty much every song has some random, surprising poetry, but Reasons to be Cheerful is my fave - I won’t post the lyrics here cos there are just too many random bits to choose - worth finding and reading though…“Summer, Buddy Holly, the working folly
Good golly, Miss Molly and boats
Hammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi Ballet
Jump back in the alley and nanny goats”
'When you saw me in the restaurant, you could tell I was no debutante.'
Also Springsteen's
'She'll see this time I wasn't just talking
Then I'm gonna go out walking'
'Walking is just there to rhyme with 'talking', yet he somehow makes going out for a stroll sound a natural way for a low end hoodlum to celebrate after a heist.
Also Springsteen's
'She'll see this time I wasn't just talking
Then I'm gonna go out walking'
'Walking is just there to rhyme with 'talking', yet he somehow makes going out for a stroll sound a natural way for a low end hoodlum to celebrate after a heist.
Not sure if this fits the criteria, but I don't really care!
THE IRISH BALLAD
words and music by Tom Lehrer
About a maid I'll sing a song,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long.
Not only did she do them wrong,
She did ev'ryone of them in, ·
Them in,
She did ev'ryone of them in.
One morning in a fit of pique,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One morning in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And we had to make do with gin,
With gin,
We had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she cold never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with a spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin,
A grin,
Her face in a hideous grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She set her sister's hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flame rose higher,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playin' a violin,
-olin,
Playin' a violin.
She weighted her brother down with stones,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She weighted her brother down with stones,
And sent him off .to Davy Jones.
All they ever found were some bones,
And occasional pieces of skin
Of skin,
Occasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to do,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew,
And invited the neighbors in,
-bors in,
·Invited the neighbors in.
And when at last the police came by,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny.
To do so she would have had to lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin,
A sin,
Lying, she knew, was a sin.
My tragic tale, I won't prolong,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I won't prolong,
And if you do not enjoy my song,
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long,
You should never have let me begin,
Begin,
You should never have let me begin.
THE IRISH BALLAD
words and music by Tom Lehrer
About a maid I'll sing a song,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long.
Not only did she do them wrong,
She did ev'ryone of them in, ·
Them in,
She did ev'ryone of them in.
One morning in a fit of pique,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One morning in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And we had to make do with gin,
With gin,
We had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she cold never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with a spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin,
A grin,
Her face in a hideous grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She set her sister's hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flame rose higher,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playin' a violin,
-olin,
Playin' a violin.
She weighted her brother down with stones,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She weighted her brother down with stones,
And sent him off .to Davy Jones.
All they ever found were some bones,
And occasional pieces of skin
Of skin,
Occasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to do,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew,
And invited the neighbors in,
-bors in,
·Invited the neighbors in.
And when at last the police came by,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny.
To do so she would have had to lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin,
A sin,
Lying, she knew, was a sin.
My tragic tale, I won't prolong,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I won't prolong,
And if you do not enjoy my song,
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long,
You should never have let me begin,
Begin,
You should never have let me begin.
PomBstard said:
witteringon said:
Ian Dury,
This bloke - pretty much every song has some random, surprising poetry, but Reasons to be Cheerful is my fave - I won’t post the lyrics here cos there are just too many random bits to choose - worth finding and reading though…“Summer, Buddy Holly, the working folly
Good golly, Miss Molly and boats
Hammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi Ballet
Jump back in the alley and nanny goats”
The Vincent motorsickle.
Also, from Billericay Dickie
Had a love affair with Nina
In the back of my Cortina
A seasoned up hyaena
Could not have been more obscener
She took me to the cleaners
And other misdemeanours
But I got right up between her
Rum and her Ribena.
TwigtheWonderkid said:
PomBstard said:
witteringon said:
Ian Dury,
This bloke - pretty much every song has some random, surprising poetry, but Reasons to be Cheerful is my fave - I won’t post the lyrics here cos there are just too many random bits to choose - worth finding and reading though…“Summer, Buddy Holly, the working folly
Good golly, Miss Molly and boats
Hammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi Ballet
Jump back in the alley and nanny goats”
The Vincent motorsickle.
Also, from Billericay Dickie
Had a love affair with Nina
In the back of my Cortina
A seasoned up hyaena
Could not have been more obscener
She took me to the cleaners
And other misdemeanours
But I got right up between her
Rum and her Ribena.
with a nice bit of post from Burnham on Crouch.
We could just post all his work here and the thread would be done

The guy was a genius.
His son's just as good. Check out Miami by Baxter Dury.
"I'm the turgid little goat, pissing on your f


Actually, that doesn't rhyme - but still good!
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