Songs
Greg Lubel
beginnings from school rugby away games. I can't remember much more and
I want to pass them on to a mate. Any help welcome. (yes I know...it's
not really a subject for this forum but I didn't know where else to
ask!).
They are:
1) An engineer told me before he died,
and I've no reason to believe he lied.
Told me he built a prick of steel,
with two brass balls and a fucking great wheel...?
2) I once knew a man named Anthony Claire
who was a very fine jugulaire (whatever that is?)
and everybody did declare ?????????? the size of his balls
Cos they were large balls
balls as big as your head
and with a dextrous flick of his muscular wrist
he could flick 'em right over his head.....?
Cheers,
Greg
ps Apologies for any offence. None intended.
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Greg,
As near as I recall the engineer song went:
(Again, apologies for language etc. so if you're easily offended, don't read
on)
I knew an engineer before he died,
(chorus) Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer before he died,
(chorus) Ah-ooooh, ooooh, ooooh
I knew an engineer before he died,
I have no reason to believe he lied.
(chorus) Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
He had a wife with a cunt so wide,
(chorus)
He had a wife with a cunt so wide,
(chorus)
He had a wife with a cunt so wide,
She could never be satisfied
(chorus twice)
So he built a prick of steel,
(chorus)
So he built a prick of steel,
(chorus)
So he built a prick of steel,
Attached it to a bloody great wheel
(chorus)
Two brass balls he filled with cream,
(chorus)
(repeat)
(chorus)
(repeat)
The damned thing was driven by steam.
(chorus twice)
He tied her to the leg of the bed,
(chorus)
Tied her hands above her head.
(chorus)
There she lay demanding a fuck,
He shook her hand and wished her luck.
'Round and 'round went the bloody great wheel,
In and out went the prick of steel.
Up and up went the level of steam,
Down and down went the level of cream.
'Till at last the maiden cried,
Enough, enough, I'm satisfied.
Now we come to the tragic bit,
There was no way of stopping it.
She was split from ass to tit,
And the whole fucking thing was covered in shit.
It jumped off her, it jumped on him,
And then it buggered their next of kin.
It jumped on an uptown bus,
And the mess it made caused quite a fuss.
The last time, Sir, that prick was seen
It was over in England fucking the Queen.
There is a moral to the story I tell,
If you see it coming better run like hell.
Nine months later a child was born,
With two brass balls and a bloody great horn.
The moral of this story is mighty clear.
Never fuck an engineer.
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> who was a very fine jugulaire (whatever that is?)
>and everybody did declare ?????????? the size of his balls
>Cos they were large balls
>balls as big as your head
>and with a dextrous flick of his muscular wrist
>he could flick 'em right over his head.....?
>
>Cheers,
>
>Greg
>
I once knew a man called Anthony Clair
He was a very fine jugg-er-ler
There wasn't a man who could compare with the way he fiddled and played with
his balls.
Chorus: Cos they were large balls, balls as heavy as lead and with a dexterous
twist of his muscular wrist he could flick them right over his head.
Well Anthony was walking down the street, just by chance he happened to meet
a pretty young girl with a dog at her feet, watching him play with his balls.
Chorus
Well Anthony swung his balls around,
let them go with a hell of a bound,
right on the head of the faithful hound,
who was watching him play with his balls.
Chorus
Well the maiden she was overwrought,
swore she'd take the case to court,
for in her opinion no man ought,
to fiddle and play with his balls
Chorus
Well they took him to a magistrate,
who put him in a celling state
and left him there to meditate
and fiddle and play with his balls
Chorus
Well they finally bought the case to court,
and the lawyer for the maiden sought,
to prove in her opinion no man ought,
to fiddle and play with his balls.
Chorus
Well the judge and jury couldn't agree,
and the judge said its plain to me,
really and truely I cannot see why a man shouldn't play with his balls.
Chorus.
Then Anthony gave the court a shock,
bold as brass he jumped the dock,
swinging his balls around his cock,
fiddling and playing with his balls
Chorus.
There is a moral to this song,
if you play with your balls you can't go wrong, so bang your cock against a
gong (?)
and fiddle and play with your balls...........
Might have missed the odd verse but I find my knowledge of songs increases in
direct relation to my alcohol level.
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Dudge
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>Might have missed the odd verse but I find my knowledge of songs increases
in
>direct relation to my alcohol level.
Funny, isn't it how the ability to remember songs and their lyrics increase
with alcohol consumption, but the ability to sing goes down!
Cheers,
Mark.
(Off to try and find the happy medium!)
Klusterfuk
myself ,this group I mean .Anyway stroll on the World Cup.
Oh and have you got Swalec Cup tickets,and if so where did you get
them,to be honest I haven't really tried but usually get my tickets from
a ex Cardiff/Brive player.
Later.
:-)
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