Some things in life are bad they can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse When you're chewin' on life's gristle, don't grumble
I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay I sleep all night and I work all day He's a lumberjack and he's okay He sleeps all night and he works all day I cut down
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong? It's swell to have a stiffy, it's divine to own a dick From the tiniest
Sit on my face and tell me that you love me I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you too I love to hear you oralize When I'm between your thighs
I've got ninety thousand pounds in my pajamas I've got forty thousand French francs in my fridge I've got lost of lovely lira, now the deutsche mark's
Up, up, up your premium Up, up, up your premium Up, up, up your premium Up, up, up your premium Up, up, up your premium Up, up, up your premium It's
How sweet to be an idiot As harmless as a cloud Too small to hide the sun Almost poking fun At the warm but insecure, untidy crowd How sweet to be an
Some things in life are bad They can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse When you're chewing on life's gristle Don't grumble
Never be rude to an Arab An Israeli, or Saudi, or Jew Never be rude to an Irishman No matter what you do Never poke fun at a Nigger A Spic, or a Wop,
Inflammation of the foreskin reminds me of your smile I've had ballanital chancroids for quite a little while I gave my heart to NSU, that lovely night
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
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Intro: AND NOW MR. TERRY GILLIAM WILL SING FOR YOU "I'VE GOT TWO LEGS" I've got two legs from my hips to the ground And when I move them they walk around
Why are we here, what's life all about? Is God really real, or is there some doubt? Well tonight we're going to sort it all out For tonight it's the meaning
The Philosopher's Song (Monty Python) Immanuel Kant was a real pissant Who was very rarely stable. Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar Who could
From Monty Python's "Live at the Hollywood Bowl" Transcribed by John Daley jdaley@picasso.ocis.temple.edu Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very
I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK I sleep all night and I work all day (He's a lumberjack and he's OK He sleeps all night and he works all day) I cut down trees
