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Thread #44001 Message #710110
Posted By: GUEST,Christy Moore
13-May-02 - 07:56 AM
Thread Name: Campsite at Drumcree IV
Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV
Don't forget the puddin' if you cook for Eamonn Holmes He wuz roun' our house last Sunday; ate us out of house and home I caught him on heez han's and knees, eatin' the dog's bone Fal-de-deedle-do
We had nettle champ for dinner, with butter in the hole We settled down to afters, a big oul' Arctic Roll He ast if there wuz seconds and he ate a dozen bowls Fal-de-deedle-do
Don't forget the freshener when Eamonn hits the loo If he ates just leck a pig, then he smells just like one too He's upstairs with the Sunday World, he's at the Number Two Fal-de-deedle-do
It came aroun' till three o'clock, sez I "We'll have a squib" Well he dribbled like a chil', I shud huv give the man a bib "Any chance there of a bikkie? There's nothing roun' my ribs!" Fal-de-deedle-do
He ate a plate o' Wagon Wheels, some Kimberleys as well A stack of buttered Maries came, and on them Eamonn fell The state o' the place wi' bikkie crumbs, I hardly dare to tell Fal-de-deedle-do
And then he lifted up a hip and made an awful roar The gases that did then ensue, t'was at my throat they tore It was like the soldiers' trenches in the 1914 war Fal-de-deedle-do
Don't forget the shovel if you dine with Eamonn Holmes For sweetenin' his Punjana, then clearin' out the toilet bowl If he blitters fit to choke you, send the bingo-caller home Fal-de-deedle-do