I think Jimi did a cover of this
Correspondent:: "nu-monet v7.0"
Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2004 19:36:52 -0700
--------
The Cannibal King with the big nose ring
Fell in love with the dusting maid
And every night by the pale moonlight
It sounded like this to me...
Ah-rump (kiss kiss), Ah-rump (kiss kiss)
Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a
Ah-rump (kiss kiss), Ah-rump (kiss kiss)
Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a
As the years went by like one, two, three
Soon there was a family
And every night by the pale moonlight
It sounded like this to me...
Ah-rump ma-ma, Ah-rump, ma-ma
Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a
Ah-rump ma-ma, Ah-rump, ma-ma
Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a
As the years went by like one, two, three
Soon there was a family.
And every night by the pale moonlight
It sounded like this to me...
Ah-rump gran-ma, Ah-rump gran-ma
Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a
Ah-rump gran-ma, Ah-rump gran-ma
Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a
As the years went by like one, two, three
Soon there was no family
And every night by the pale moonlight
It sounded like this to me...
Ah-rump (silent pause), Ah-rump (silent pause)
Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a
Ah-rump (silent pause), Ah-rump (silent pause)
Ah-rump, Ditty-aye-dee-a-a-a
--
"YOU BELONG TO US NOW!"
"GET DOWN WITH MY SICKNESS!!"
--Kino Beman, brand name
Correspondent:: wbarwell
Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 00:37:04 -0400
--------
Oh, the minstrels sing of an English King of many long years ago
Who ruled his land with an iron hand though his mind was weak and low.
He love to shag the royal stag that roamed the royal wood,
But better yet to lie in bed and pull the royal pud.
His only outer garment was a dirty undershirt
That managed to hide the royal pride but couldn't hide the dirt.
Chorus:
He was wild and woolly and full of fleas
And his terrible tool hung down to his knees---
God bless the Bastard king of England.
Oh, the Queen of Spain was an amorous Jane,
And a sprightly dame was she;
Who loved to fool with the royal tool
Of the King across the sea.
So she sent a royal message by a royal messenger
To ask the King to bring his ding and spend a night with her.
(Cho.)
When Philip of France heard this, by chance
He declared, before his court:
"The Queen prefers my rival, because my dong is short."
So he sent the Count of Zippity-Zap to slip the Queen a dose of
the clap
To pass it to the Bastard King of England.
(Cho.)
When the King of England heard of this, he was walking through his halls
And he up and swore by the royal whore that he'd have the Frenchman's balls
He offered up both half his lands and a piece of the Queen Hortense
To any British subject who'd de-nut the King of France.
(Cho.)
Well the Earl of Sussex heard of this and straight-aways went to
France
Where he swore he was a fairy, so the King let down his pants,
He knotted a thong around that prong, and jumped on his horse, and rode
along
And dragged him to the bastard king of England. (Cho.)
When the King of England saw this sight, he shit all over the floor,
For during the ride, his rival's pride had stretched a yard or more
Then the merry maids of England, came down from London town
And shouted 'round the castle walls "To Hell with the British crown!"
And Philip of France usurped the throne, his scepter was the royal bone
By which he'd bitched the bastard King of England!
(Cho.)
Correspondent:: "nu-monet v7.0"
Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 07:42:21 -0700
--------
wbarwell wrote:
>
> Oh, the minstrels sing of an English King
> of many long years ago...
I think that was Velvet Underground. But The
Doors did a cover version in performance.
--
It all boils down to winners and losers.
The winners get what they want and the
losers get the boils.
-- nu-monet
Correspondent:: Cardinal Vertigo
Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 16:13:20 GMT
--------
wbarwell wrote:
> Oh, the minstrels sing of an English King of many long years ago
I a tender young Maid have been courted by many,
Of all sorts and Trades as ever was any:
A spruce Haberdasher first spake me fair,
But I would have nothing to do with Small ware.
Chorus:
MY Thing is my Own, and I'll keep it so still,
Yet other young Lasses may do what they will,
MY Thing is my Own, and I'll keep it so still,
Yet other young Lasses may do what they will.
A sweet scented Courtier did give me a Kiss,
And promis'd me Mountains if I would be his,
But I'll not believe him, for it is too true,
Some Courtiers do promise much more than they do.
Chorus
A Master of Musick came with an intent,
To give me a Lesson on my Instrument,
I thank'd him for nothing, but bid him be gone,
For my little Fiddle should not be plaid on.
Chorus
An Usurer came with abundance of Cash,
But I had no mind to come under his Lash,
He profer'd me Jewels, and a great store of Gold,
But I would not Mortgage my little Free-hold.
Chorus
A blunt Lieutenant surpriz'd my Placket
And fiercely began to rifle and sack it,
I mustered my Spirits up and became bold,
And fore'd my Lieutenant to quit his strong hold.
Chorus
A fine dapper Taylor, with a Yard in his Hand,
Did prefer his Service to be at Command,
He talke'd of a slit I had above Knee,
But I'll have no Taylors to stitch it for me.
Chorus
Now here I could reckon a hundred and more,
Besides all the Gamesters recited before,
That made their addresses in hopes of a snap
But as young as I was I understood Trap,
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still,
Until I be Marryed, say Men what they will,
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still,
Until I be Marryed, say Men what they will.