Rugby Football Songs

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 23 Oct 01 - 05:11 AM

A popular sheet music piece about 1920. Here are the original, the bawdy version posted by Dick Greenhaus (http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=5550#35384) in 1998 (not in DT yet) and the FATHER version he asked for in that thread

Mother
Tune: Mother

M is for the many things she gave me
O is only that she's growing old
(She's growing old)
T is for the tears she shed to save me
(save me)
H is for her heart as pure as gold
(as pure of gold)
E is for her eyes with lovelight shining
(Shining)
R is right and she'll always be
(she'll always be)

Put them all together, they spell MOTHER.
The one that means the world to me
I don't mean maybe
The one who means the world to me
(the world to me)

Dick Greenhouse's Version MOTHER from frat days.

M is for the many times you made me;
O is for the other times you tried.
T is for those tourist cabiin parties,
H is for the hell we raised inside.
E is for the ease with which you had me
R is for the Wreck (sic) you made of me...

put them all together, they spell MOTHER
And a mother, brother, is what you've made of me

Now, for extra credit, does anyone remember the sequel? It started F is for your foolish little letter, and spelled out FATHER.

Answer to Dick's question –FATHER- four years later

F is for the farts that used to linger
A is for his arse all racked with piles
(all racked with piles)
T is for the turds he pried out by finger
(finger)
H is for his hole all wreathed with smiles
(all wreathed in smiles)
E is for the eggs he used to dine on
(dine on)
R is rotten and rotten they'd always be
(they'd always be)

Put them all together and they spell FATHER
The one who fouls the air for me
I don't mean maybe
The one who fouls the air for me
(the air for me)

Subject: Lyr Add: HARVEST OF LOVE (Benny Hill)
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 23 Oct 01 - 09:52 AM

HARVEST OF LOVE
As recorded by Benny Hill, 1963.

I rise at six and then I feed the chicks,
And I'm feeling lonesome and blue,
And when I milk the cow, it seems, somehow,
My thoughts keep straying to you,
And as the horse and I plough the field nearby,
Your memory I can't erase,
For while I walk at the rear of the horse, my dear,
I seem to see your face.

CHORUS: I'm gonna sow the seed of deep devotion,
Fertilize it with emotion,
Water it with warm desire
And then I'll reap the harvest of love.

Yes, I was happy as a pig in spite of the way that you looked at me
When I met you at the village dance,
But you was in the ladies' excuse-me at the time.
I thought I would never have a chance.
But you let me walk you home across Blatt's Meadow,
And I knew that with you I should be a hit,
'Cause I got an old cow to get up walk away,
So that you'd have somewhere nice and dry to sit.

CHORUS

Side by side we will take a ride
In my horse and buggy one day,
And when the daylight ends and the night descends,
And my horse'll run out of hay,
And I will kiss your lips, those tempting lips,
The only ones that can thrill me,
And I would hold you tight 'neath the stars so bright.
If the wife ever finds out she'll kill me.

CHORUS 3X AND FADE.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 24 Oct 01 - 11:11 AM

Irian Jaya
Tune: Mull of Kintyre

Far have I traveled and much have I seen,
Had blow jobs from Bancis and fucked things obscene,
Been crippled by herpes and things far more dire,
But if you want a blow job go to Irian Jaya.

CHORUS: Irian Jaya,
To be gobbled by natives is what I desire,
They practice on blowpipes in Irian Jaya.

Been rogered in Rio and poked in Peru,
Been massaged in Manila and then had a screw,
Been fucked in Llanelli by a Welsh male boys' choir,
But for the height of perversion go to Irian Jaya.

Met a girl in the jungle with a bone through her nose,
Cunt like a mantrap and strong I suppose,
Bush like a yardbroom that's made out of wire,
So be careful of pussy in Irian Jaya.

Oh the skirt she was wearing was made out of grass,
It only just covered her sweet little ass,
I felt an erection getting higher and higher,
As I followed that lady from Irian Jaya.

She put down her basket, took hold of my tool,
Pulled back the foreskin and started to drool,
Curled her lips round it, and sir I'm no liar,
They still have headhunters in Irian Jaya.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 25 Oct 01 - 12:47 AM

Could be in the DT, and then again might not. Ask Sam is a little tipsey tonight.

One-Eyed Riley
Tune: One-Eyed Riley

When I was sitting by the fire,
(or: Sitting in O'Riley's bar one day)
Drinking whiskey, passing water,
Suddenly A thought come to my mind,
I'd like to fuck O'Riley's daughter.

CHORUS:
Giddy-eye-eye, giddy-eye-oh
Giddy-eye-eye, for the one-eyed Riley,
Rough 'em up, stuff em up, balls and all,
Hey jig-a-jig-eye-oh.
(Play it on your old bodran)

Her hair was black, her eyes were blue,
The Colonel, the Major, and the Captain sought her,
The regimental goat and the drummer boy too,
But they never had a fuck with O'Riley's daughter.

Jack O'Flanagan is my name,
I'm the king of copulation,
Drinking beer my claim to fame,
Fucking women my occupation.

Walking through the town one day,
Who should I meet but O'Riley's daughter,
Never a word to her did say,
But "Don't you think we really 'oughter?"

Up the stairs and into bed,
There I cocked my left leg over,
Marianne was smiling then,
Smiling still when the fuck was over.

Fucked her till her tits were flat, Filled her up with soapy water,
She won't get away with that,
If she doesn't have twins then she really 'oughter.

Suddenly footsteps on the stairs,
Old man Riley bent on slaughter,
Bloody great pistol in his hand, Looking for the one who fucked his daughter.

He fired the pistol at my head,
Missed me by an inch and quarter,
Hit his daughter Marianne,
Right in the place where she passes water.
I grabbed O'Riley by the hair,
Shoved his head in a bucket of water,
Rammed his pistol up his ass,
A damn sight quicker than I fucked his daughter.

Old man Riley's dead and gone,
Shall we bury him? Not fucking likely,
We'll nail him to the shithouse door,
And there we'll bugger him twice nightly.

Come you virgins, maidens fair,
Answer me quick and true not slyly.
Do you want it straight and square,
Or the way I gave it to one eyed Riley?

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 25 Oct 01 - 06:09 AM

Or Would you Rather be a ____?
Tune: Swinging on a Star

A Pom is an animal that drinks warm beers,
He winces at everything he hears,
He wears a bowler and eats fish and chips,
He never showers so he stinks like shit,
So if you're dirty and smelling kinda strong,
You could grow up to be a Pom.

CHORUS: Or would you rather prop up a bar?
Drinking Singhas out of a jar?
And be better off than you are?
Or would you rather be a ?

A Yank is an animal that don't know jack shit,
He's got no humor and no wit,
His beer's like water and he talks too much,
He don't even know that a fanny's a crutch,
So if you can't tell a jackoff from a wank,
You could grow up to be a Yank.

An Ocker is an animal with corks in his hat,
He's rather drink piss than tickle twat,
He's got a roo for a rabbit and a dingo for a dog,
He wishes he could think but he's missing a cog,
So if you're dumb and your manners are a shocker,
You could grow up to be an Ocker.

A Kiwi is an animal that likes to fuck sheep,
He's so thick it makes you want to weep,
He's so damn lazy that he lives on the dole,
He'd like to screw women but he can't find their hole,
So if you can't tell a ewe from a she,
You could grow up to be a Kiwi.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 25 Oct 01 - 06:15 AM

One-Eyed Trouser Snake
Tune: ???

Oh, I got a little creature
I suppose you'd call him a pet
And if there's something wrong with him
I don't have to see the vet.

He goes everywhere that I go
Whether sleeping or awake
God help me if I ever lost
Me one-eyed trouser snake.

CHORUS:
Oh me one-eyed trouser snake,
Oh me one-eyed trouser snake.
God help me if I ever lost
Me one-eyed trouser snake.

One day I got reading in an old sky pilot's book,
About two strakers bastards who made the hood go crook.
They reckoned it was a serpent that made eve the apple take
Cripes, that was no flaming serpent, 'twas Adam's one-eyed trouser snake.

I met this arty sheila who I'd never met before,
And something kind of told me she banged like a dunny door.
I said, "Come up and see me etching", she said, "I hope it's not a fake."
I said, "Its real, and a work of art. It's my one-eyed trouser snake."

So come all you little sheilas and listen to me some,
The moral of the trouser snake is short as it is long,
Beware of imitation, don't lock your bedroom door,
When my pajama python bites you, you'll be screaming out for more

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 25 Oct 01 - 10:01 AM

I'll Take the Left Leg
Tune: Loch Lomond

Oh, I'll take the left leg, and you take the right leg,
It's my turn to give her the caber.
'Cos me and my true love have never been the same
Since I shared her with the next door neighbor.

When the Lord and his band were shaping up this land,
They found that they had left over
A pike of useless crap on the left side of the map
That they'd hacked out of the White Cliffs of Dover.

Angel Gabriel scratched his head and asked the Lord instead
"What can we do call a land so mean, Sire?"
"Och, Gabe, call it what ye will, maybe Largs or Motherwell
No, on second thoughts we'll call it Aberdeenshire."

Now there was me and Auntie Annie,
Cousin Jock and dear old Granny
And we'd all had a roll in the heather.
'Cos we come from Braemar, and we'll not forget that our
Family motto is, "We're all queers together."

Now the old goat died, around Eastertide,
So jock rammed the bloody coal scuttle up her.
He threw her on to boil, then he topped her off with soil
And served her up as haggis supper.

When a visiting rugby team took a whore from Aberdeen
To agree on a price took an eternity.
But she took them without a fuss and had triplets on the bus
And sued them for collective paternity.

Now wee Ronnie teaches pipes to girls of all types,
His methods are revelation.
Just cut your bloody banter, get your mouth round my chanter
And I'll complete your education.

Now in Burn's magic prose, a Scottish girl is like a rose.
My lass was more like Ben Nevis when I found her.
Her southern slopes were gray, half the nation knew the way,
And the team had run up and down her.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: harpgirl
Date: 25 Oct 01 - 10:36 AM

...you know garg....these songs about women are so disgustingly sexist that I can't imagine anyone singing them in mixed company. Some would also say violent. I hope you don't spend too much time collecting them...harpgirl

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 25 Oct 01 - 08:39 PM

Ah Harpy, there is a breed of woman who harken to the sound of breaking bones and grunts of mortal pain, and who are enamored by the smell of blood and stale spilled beer. I take your presence within this thread to indicate a sort of voyeristic fascination.

Upon your request; I will do my best, to briefly break away and bring you the women's visionous versions. Good Lord knows your bum would be welcome in my scrum.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: harpgirl
Date: 25 Oct 01 - 09:05 PM

...ah garg...it's your online personality that intrigues, not the songs...the dungeons and dragons crowd have an interesting take on web presentation of self, I think. Do you play?

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 26 Oct 01 - 12:16 AM

Hey, Harpy, ya wanna be my straight-man? You feed and I poke?
Footballers aren't misogynists. All adore women/wives/mothers and have loving, enduring relationships which produce daughters. Perhaps because one or two nuts have been crushed.

Just for you...Here is a female point of view.

If I Were the Marrying Kind

If I were the marrying kind,
Which thank the Lord I'm not sir,
The kind of man that I would wed,
Would be a rugby full-back.

And he'd find touch, and I'd find touch,
We'd both touch together,
We'd be all right in the middle of the night,
Finding touch together.

--Would be a: And he'd:
Wing three-quarter go hard,
Center three-quarter pass it out,
Rugby fly-half whip it out,
Rugby scrum-half strike hard,
Big pop-forward blind tight.
Rugby referee blow hard,
Spectator come again.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 26 Oct 01 - 03:51 AM

Harping Girl, you THINK this reflects well on the male species of the globe?
Reflections through jaundiced eyes, most frequently portray the critic!

Come on ol' harpy, I expected more from a fellow Maine-i-ak!

Lovely lady, I did not create, nor resurrect the bones of this long forgotten thread, however, I intend to fullfil it's promise since the material has, unwittingly, been placed within my grasp. I respect you as one of the truly, "kindred souls of the DT".....but how about looking for a "Knitting/Sewing SONG" thread to withdraw to? BTW....I think perhaps we dated for several years....your picture is not in the member's area....but your wit is her's. Post your photo, I will post mine. D&D - Donkey's and Dwarves? Whoop-T-Do!

You Won't Find Any Country
Tune: The Wild Rover

I've searched the world over, excitement I've sought,
But all my experience was dearly bought.

CHORUS:
So it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
You won't find any country,
Where it pays you to score.

To tap a Yank for a good screw, in my belief,
Is like asking Mrs Custer to give to Indian relief,
In the last year or two they've not used their tush,
'Cause they're shagged up the arse by a cowboy called Bush.

The Dutch they just sit there, arsehole on bike,
One finger up nostril and one in a dyke,
And if they feel chilly when these things they perform,
They put their caps up girls' pussies to keep their heads warm.

Now haircuts for Germans are four times the price,
They charge for each corner and go over it twice,
And if you pick up a harlot now don't throw her out,
Though her snatch it smells strongly, they just love sauerkraut.

The Swiss nation at loving are antiseptic,
They put germolene, not Vaseline, on their prick,
The Swiss yodel is to cover their sheeps' anguished calls,
For their Toblerone pricks make triangular holes.

The Aussies are known for their intake of beer,
And they've all been in Sidney, now isn't that queer,
To keep flies off from their hat corks are hung,
'Cause a zipper can be painful if caught on the tongue.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 26 Oct 01 - 03:56 AM

Whoa, Harp!!!- Perhaps, this one compliments the male yang of the ying?

Inbred Man
Tune: Crawdad Hole

Inbred Man, he's our man
Inbred, inbred
Don't matter if he's kin or Klan
Inbred, inbred
Cunt or mouth or asshole too
Fuck you good that's what he'll do
Inbred, he's an inbred.

Inbred Man had a sister once
Inbred, inbred
Fucked that bitch way up her cunt
Inbred, inbred
Fucked her good then she died
Cause his dick was laced with cyanide
Inbred, he's an inbred.

Inbred Man he looses his truck
Inbred, inbred
But with his truck he does not fuck
Inbred, inbred
Under the hood is much better
Puts his lips around that header
Inbred, he's an inbred.

Inbred Man went down to the creek
Inbred, inbred
Jacking on his big old dick
Inbred, inbred
Saw a girl, she look so neat
GOD DAMN, she's got feet!
Inbred, he's an inbred.

Inbred Man had a dog named Rover
Inbred, inbred
Inbred yelled, "Well, come on over"
Inbred, inbred
Inbred came and so did Rover
That's more luck than a four-leaf clover
Inbred, he's an inbred.

Inbred Man, he's got this punk
Inbred, inbred
Boy, that kid smells like a skunk
Inbred, inbred
Took it out and shot it twice,
This song is over, ain't that nice
Inbred, he's an inbred.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: harpgirl
Date: 26 Oct 01 - 10:31 AM

...ah garg, my picture has been up for a long time via the forum. You just have to look. But I'm way more yang than I appear to be...Your turn! You're hard to pick out in that Philmont Rangers photo....

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 26 Oct 01 - 08:49 PM

Sorry, I don't know the team. At the end of the thread will be a posting of all the song credits, history, and writeup for the Ghost Riders Rugby Football Club, its the Camp Pendelton Marines not the U.S. Army.

Short on time right now Harps - so would you mind posting this next one into a couple of Irish threads?

Old Irish State
Tune: Sweet Betsy From Pike

I'll sing you a song of the old Irish race
And the problems these poor people must face.
If you're asked who's got an IQ of 108,
It's the total points scored by the whole Irish state.

CHORUS :
With an urr urr urr, and an arr arr arr arr
They come from a-near and they come from afar
To hear our heroes and also to see,
Who am the next one a-going to be.

Now Patrick was screwing for over an hour
When he stopped and said to his girl in a glower
"You've got nothing on top and nothing below."
She said, "Get off my back, you silly old crow."

Now Sean was a student at the top of his form
"What's 4 and 4," said his mother, when he was at home.
"Seven," he replied, said his father with glee.
He's such a clever lad, he only missed it by three.

Mrs Riley went shopping for anti-perspirant
"For my husband," she said, "you know what I want."
"It's the ball type you're after," said the shopgirl, "I think"
"No, for under his armpits is where the bugger do stink."

"The defendant, did he rape you?" said the judge to Anna.
"Yes he did," she replied in her most demure manner.
"And to the best of your knowledge, did he have a climax?"
"No, a Japanese Mazda, them be the facts."

Now Mary O'Toole a gynecologist had seen.
He opened her legs and peered in between.
He said, "When did you last have a check-up in here?"
She said, "I've only had Hungarians for over a year."

"Pilot Murphy to control tower, I want to come in."
"Control tower to Murphy, instructions begin.
What's your height and position, you stupid old runt?"
"I be five-foot-nine tall and I be sitting in front."

Mrs O'Leary buried her husband, but her friend had found
That she'd left his bare arse sticking out of the ground.
"Why'd you do that, I've never seen such like?"
"Well, when I visit the grave, I can park me bike."

Well the Jews tell us that they're God's chosen race.
But it could have been our fair land in its place.
For God went a searching, he looked all around.
But three wise men and a virgin just couldn't be found.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: harpgirl
Date: 26 Oct 01 - 11:33 PM

...you're the Songmeister for sure garg!!!

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Oct 01 - 04:19 AM

Not a song, but a responce yell.

How's Your

Leader: How's your father?
Response: ALL RIGHT!

Leader: How's your mother?
Response: SHE'S TIGHT!

Leader: How's your sister?
Response: SHE MIGHT!

Leader: When was the last time?
Response: LAST NIGHT!

Leader: When is the next time?
Response: TONIGHT!

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Oct 01 - 04:22 AM

Inside Those Red Plush Breeches
Tune: ???

John Thomas was a servant tall
The pride and joy of the servant's hall,
Although he only had one ball,
Inside his red plush breeches.

CHORUS: And he wore red plush breeches
And he wore red plush breeches
And he wore red plush breeches that kept John Thomas warm

Out of all the servant's at the servant's post
Mary was the one he loved the most
And for her his balls would roast
Inside those red plush breeches

They went for a walk one moonlight night
The stars were out and the moon was bright
Things became extremely tight
Inside those red plush breeches

They found a stump to sit upon
They found a stack to lay upon
Next day Mary sewed buttons on
That pair of red plush breeches

Mary had an illegit
It's face looked like a piece of shit
And every time she looked at it
She cursed those red plush breeches

Now Mary laid poor John a trap,
And he fell for it like a sap,
And now he's got a dose of clap,
Inside those red plush breeches.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 28 Oct 01 - 04:27 AM

Incest Time in Texas
Tune: Yellow Rose of Texas

When it's incest time in Texas,
When there's no cunt to be found,
Your mother's in the bathroom,
With her panties halfway down,

No time for masturbation,
No time to beat your meat,
When it's incest time in Texas,
Mother-fucking can't be beat!

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 31 Oct 01 - 08:10 PM

Interesting one to track down some history on.

Queen of All the Fairies
Tune: ???

Oh, she was a cripple with only one nipple
To feed the baby on.
Poor little fucker, he's only one sucker
To start his life upon.

Twenty-one, never been done,
Queen of all the fairies.

Ain't it a pity she'd only one titty
To feed the baby on.
Poor little bugger, he'll never play rugger,
Nor grow up big and strong.

Twenty-one, never been done,
Queen of all the fairies.

As he got older and bolder and bolder,
And took himself in hand,
And flipped and flipped,
And flipped and flipped,
To the tune of an army band.
They tried him in the infantry,
They tried him on the land and sea,
The poor little bugger had no success,
He left everything in a terrible mess,
We see no hope for him unless
He joins the W.R.A.F.

Twenty-one, never been done,
Queen of all the fairies.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 31 Oct 01 - 08:11 PM

Vlad
Tune: ???

Eat, bite, fuck, suck, gobble, nibble, chew
Nipple, bosom, hair-pie, finger fuck, screw
Moose piss, cat pud, orangutan tit
Sheep pussy, camel crack, pig lie in shit.

AW VLAD, AW VLAD.

Well, I went to a party, and what did they do?
They took off their socks, and they took off their shoes,
They took off their shirts, an they took off their pants,
I had a hunch, we weren't gonna dance.

Everybody's ass was bare,
No broads left, just a queer over there,
But the whole damn thing didn't phase me a bit.
I just jumped on the pile and grabbed some tit.

My baby's not a sports fan,
But she plays with balls whenever she can,
'Cause her favorite sport you see,
Is playing tonsil hockey.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 31 Oct 01 - 08:12 PM

Nellie Darling
Tune: I Wish I Were an Oscar Meyer Wiener

Oh, your ass is like a stovepipe, Nellie Darling,
And the nipples on your tits are turning green,
There's a thousand flies a' buzzing round your pussy,
Oh, you're the dirtiest, ugliest, rottenest, fucking bitch I've Ever seen.

There's a yard of lint protruding from your navel,
When you piss, your piss a stream as green as grass,
There's enough wax in your ear to make a candle,
So why not make one dear, and shove it up your a-a-a-ass?

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 31 Oct 01 - 08:15 PM

This is another variation of lyrics first discussed and then posted in the above thread.

Durex is a Girl's Best Friend
Tune: Diamonds Are Girl's Best Friend

To be screwed by a dude
Can be quite incidental
That's why Durex is a girl's best friend.
A poke with a bloke
Can be accidental,
So when he slips it in
Make sure it has that latex skin
When he lets fly non gets by,
Yes they all get caught up in the end.
This simple precaution
Can prevent abortions,
That why Durex is a girl's best friend.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 31 Oct 01 - 08:16 PM

No trousers
Tune: When You Wore a Tulip

Oh she wore no blouses
And I wore not trousers
And we both wore no underwear,
When she caressed me
She damn near undressed me
What a pleasure no man knows.
I went to the doctor, he said,
Where did you knock her,
I said down where the green grass grows,
He said in less than a twinkle
That pimple on your winkle
Will be bigger than a big red rose.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 31 Oct 01 - 08:18 PM

This peculiar collection of oddities has me flumoxed.

Nelly 'Awkins
Tune: ???

I first met Nelly 'Awkins down
The old Kent Road,
Her drawers were hanging down,
She'd just been with Charlie Brown
I shoved filthy tanner in her
Filthy rotten hand,
'Cos she was a dirty old whore,

CHORUS (Tune Change):
Won't somebody make my rhubarb rise
Dada dada da da
Oh my rhubarb refuses to rise
To it's natural size
Market gardening size
Oh my rhubarb refuses to rise
And my baby don't love me,
My baby don't love me
Oh my baby don't love no more.

(Tune Change) I caught a dose of pox a year ago,
a year ago, a year ago, a year ago.
I thought it was the clap and it would go,
it would go, it would go.
The longer I waited, the worse it grew,
Now I've got the galloping knob rot,
What shall I do?
The other day I lost the starboard ball,
starboard ball, starboard ball, starboard ball,
And now the other one's begun to fall.
I'm sorry to say, I'm wasting away,
And soon I'll have no balls at all.
Chorus -

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 31 Oct 01 - 08:19 PM

Within the MC forum - the first one appears to be a tradition for some families. Here are some other verses for other holidays.

Next Thanksgiving
Tune: Frère Jacques

Next Thanksgiving, next Thanksgiving,
Don't eat bread, don't eat bread,
Shove it up the turkey, shove it up the turkey,
Eat the bird, eat the bird.

Next Christmas, next Christmas,
Don't trim a tree, don't trim a tree,
Shove it up the chimney, shove it up the chimney,
Goose Saint Nick, goose Saint Nick.

Next Easter, next Easter,
Don't color eggs, don't color eggs,
Shove them up the rabbit, shove them up the rabbit,
Eat the hare, eat the hare

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 31 Oct 01 - 08:20 PM

Nice Girls
Tune: All the Nice Girls Love a Sailor

All the nice girls like a candle,
All the nice girls like a wick,
Because there's something about a candle,
That reminds them of a prick.
Nice and greasy, slips in easy,
It's the surest way to joy.
It's been up the Queen of Saipan,
And it's going up again.
Syph ahoy, Syph ahoy.

All the nice boys like a harlot,
All the nice boys like a whore.
Because there's something about a harlot,
That they've never known before.
She'll be willing, for a shilling,
And she'll pep you up, my boy.
But she'll leave you on the rocks,
With a bloody good dose of pox.
Syph ahoy, Syph ahoy.

All the parsons like a choir boy,
All the parsons like a bum,
Because there's something about a choir boy,
That would make an angel cum.
Roll him over, sleep in clover.
It's a curate's only joy.
And you needn't give a rap,
For you'll never catch the clap.
Syph ahoy, Syph ahoy.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 31 Oct 01 - 08:21 PM

Nick-Nack Paddy-Wack
Tune: This Old Man

This old man, he fucked one,
Don't you know he had so much fun...

CHORUS:
With a nick-nack paddy-wack
He fucked his dog alone.
Fucked his dog and made him moan.

This old man, he fucked two,
A baby rabbit and a kangaroo...

This old man, he fucked three,
Put up mirrors so he could see...

This old man, he fucked four,
Three wasn't enough so he bought a whore...

This old man, he fucked five,
Two were dead and three alive...

This old man, he fucked six,
Had his sister turning tricks...

This old man, he fucked seven,
The youngest one was just eleven...

This old man, he fucked eight,
One sucked him raw and it felt great...

This old man, he fucked nine,
God this orgy is just divine...

This old man, he fucked ten,
All he could say was, "Do it again"...

This old man, he fucked eleven,
Died of V.D. and went to heaven...

With a nick-nack paddy-wack,
Now his dog's alone,
No one left to make him moan.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 31 Oct 01 - 11:59 PM

HEINEKEN, SCHMEINEKEN

Chant

Heineken, schmeineken,
Fuck that shit!

Pabst . . . Blue . . . Ribbon!

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 12:29 AM

Another version of the two already in the DT

COLUMBO
Tune - Columbus Sailed the Ocean Blue

In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety-Two,
A schoolboy from It-aly,
Walked the streets of ancient Rome,
And jacked off in the alley.

CHORUS:
He knew the world was round, oh,
He knew it could be found, oh,
That mathematical, geographical,
Son of a bitch, Columbo.

Colombo went to the Queen of Spain,
And asked for ships and cargo,
He said he'd kiss the royal ass,
If he didn't bring back Chicago.

Now three slick ships set out to sea,
Each one a double-decker,
The queen she waved her handkerchief,
Colombo waved his pecker.

The sailors on Columbo's ship,
Had each his private knothole,
But Columbo was a superman,
And used a padded porthole.

Colombo came upon the deck,
His cock was like a flagpole,
He grabbed the bo'sun by the neck,
And shoved it up his asshole.

Columbo had a one-eyed cat,
He kept it in the cabin,
He rubbed its ass with axle grease,
And started in a-jabbin'.

Columbo had a first mate,
He loved him like a brother,
Every night in the pale moonlight
They buggered one another.

For forty days and forty nights,
They sailed the broad Atlantic.
Columbo and his scurvy crew,
For want of a piece were frantic.

They spied a whore upon the shore,
And off came shirts and collars,
In twenty minutes by the clock,
She'd made ten thousand dollars.

With a joyful shout they ran about,
And practiced fornication,
When they sailed they left behind,
Ten times the population.

And when his men pulled out again,
To take their homeward trip up,
They'd caught the pox from every box,
And syphilized all Europe.

Columbo went in haste to the Queen,
Because it was his duty,
He gave to her a dose of clap,
He had no other booty.

So she threw him in a stinking jail,
And left him there to grumble,
A ball and chain tied to his balls,
So ended poor Columbo.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 12:33 AM

JOE OFFER - sorry buggered the above post by leaving out the closing tags.

Another version of the one in the DT

COLUMBO
Tune - Columbus Sailed the Ocean Blue

In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety-Two,
A schoolboy from It-aly,
Walked the streets of ancient Rome,
And jacked off in the alley.

CHORUS:
He knew the world was round, oh,
He knew it could be found, oh,
That mathematical, geographical,
Son of a bitch, Columbo.

Colombo went to the Queen of Spain,
And asked for ships and cargo,
He said he'd kiss the royal ass,
If he didn't bring back Chicago.

Now three slick ships set out to sea,
Each one a double-decker,
The queen she waved her handkerchief,
Colombo waved his pecker.

The sailors on Columbo's ship,
Had each his private knothole,
But Columbo was a superman,
And used a padded porthole.

Colombo came upon the deck,
His cock was like a flagpole,
He grabbed the bo'sun by the neck,
And shoved it up his asshole.

Columbo had a one-eyed cat,
He kept it in the cabin,
He rubbed its ass with axle grease,
And started in a-jabbin'.

Columbo had a first mate,
He loved him like a brother,
Every night in the pale moonlight
They buggered one another.

For forty days and forty nights,
They sailed the broad Atlantic.
Columbo and his scurvy crew,
For want of a piece were frantic.

They spied a whore upon the shore,
And off came shirts and collars,
In twenty minutes by the clock,
She'd made ten thousand dollars.

With a joyful shout they ran about,
And practiced fornication,
When they sailed they left behind,
Ten times the population.

And when his men pulled out again,
To take their homeward trip up,
They'd caught the pox from every box,
And syphilized all Europe.

Columbo went in haste to the Queen,
Because it was his duty,
He gave to her a dose of clap,
He had no other booty.

So she threw him in a stinking jail,
And left him there to grumble,
A ball and chain tied to his balls,
So ended poor Columbo.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 12:35 AM

I'M YOUR MAILMAN
Tune - Blackbird, Bye Bye

Make me happy, make me gay,
I can come twice a day,
I'm your mailman.
Lift the knocker, ring the bell,
I can make you feel swell,
I'm your mailman.
I can come in any kind of weather,
Don't you know my bags are made of leather?
I don't mess with keys or locks,
I'll slip it right in the box,
I'm your mailman.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 12:43 AM

Falling into the military catagory - but

British Soldier (aka Suzie Wong)
Tune - Its Own

Chorus:
We don't like you British Soldier
Yankee pay 5 dollar more

Verses:
Yankee calls me honey baby
British calls me fucking whore

Yankee knocks upon my window
British kicks the fuckin' door

Yankee screws for just 5 minutes
British fucks for evermore

Yankee cocks are sometimes limpy
British cocks, they leave me sore

Yankee lifts me on my pillow
British fucks me on the floor

Yankee tender kissed my nipples
British licks my pussy rawv

Yankee treats me like his mother
British fucks me on all fours

Yankee sends me gold and diamonds
Brits write postcards from the moor

Yankee sleeps soon like a baby
British makes me want some more

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 12:50 AM

Perhaps Shorty is acting up again....but this class is not appearing in the DT search

ARSEHOLES ARE CHEAP TODAY - VERSION # 1
Melody - La Dona e Mobile

Arseholes are cheap today,
Cheaper than yesterday,
Small boys ones' are half a crown,
Standing up or bending down,
Big ones for bigger pricks,
Biggest ones cost three and six.
Get yours before they're gone,
Come now and try one.

ARSEHOLES ARE CHEAP TODAY - VERSION # 2
Melody - La Dona e Mobile

Arseholes are cheap today,
Cheaper than yesterday,
Little ones are half a crown,
Standing up or bending down.

Large ones at three and eight,
Cause us to palpitate.
We have a big supply,
Of Gluteus Maximi.

We'll pledge your money back,
So don't say no to crack.
A bum deal you'll get from us,
Arseholes are cheap!
Arseholes are cheap!
Aaaaaaaarrrrrrssssseeee holes are cheap!

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 12:56 AM

HI HO! HI HO! IT'S OFF TO THE BURLESQUE SHOW
Melody - Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's Off to Work We Go

Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to the burlesque show,
We'll sit up front,
To see their cunts,
Hi ho! Hi ho! Hi Ho Ho Ho Ho . . .

OTHER VERSES:
At half past eight, we'll masturbate
They're small on wits, but big on tits
We'll drop our drawers, and fuck some whores
I paid my buck, now where's my fuck
From ten till eight, we'll fornicate

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 01:04 AM

A collection of miscellaneous verses - Night Owl once posted part of the statue one, but left it hanging with nowhere to go, in the middle of a "mudcat cafe story."

HUMORESQUE
Tune - Humoresque

I love to go out after dark
And goose the statues in the park,
A lovely pastime at the close of day!
Unperturbed they stand so still,
While WHOOPS! it's me that gets the thrill.
It really is a lovely way to play.

I've noticed lately
They stand so stately,
Out there in the dark when dew is on the ground.
I sometimes tease them
And do displease them,
If I fail to show up as the sun goes down.

The Thinker is the only one
With whom I can have no fun.
He sits upon a boulder, rough and coarse.
Napoleon sits upon his steed,
I cannot goose him, no indeed,
And so instead I goose his horse.

Passengers will please refrain
From flushing toilets while the train
Is standing in the station, I love you.
We encourage constipation
While the train is in the station,
Moonlight always makes me think of you.

If you simply have to go
When other people are too slow,
There is only one thing you can do.
You'll just have to take a chance,
Be brave and do it in your pants,
But I'll forgive you, darling, I love you.

Passengers will please refrain
From flushing toilets while the train
Is standing in the station, I love you.
If you have to pass some water,
Kindly call the Pullman Porter.
He'll place a vessel in the vestibule.

If this method is in vain,
You may break a window pane.
This novel method's used by very few.
Tramps and hobos underneath
May catch it in the nose and teeth.
And they may bite off more than they can chew.

Mabel, Mabel, strong and able,
Get your big ass off the table,
Don't you know the quarter is for beer?
You can always earn your pay,
But make your tips another way,
And I'll forgive you, darling, I love you!

Ever since you met our Nelly,
She's had trouble with her belly,
Wish you'd never seen our little town!
Ever since I met your Venus,
I've had trouble with my penis,
Wish I'd never seen your little town.

Was it you who did the pushin',
Put the stains upon the cushion,
Footprints on the dashboard upside down?
Was it your sly woodpecker
That got into my girl Rebecca?
If it was, you better leave this town.

It was I who did the pushin',
Put the stains upon the cushion,
Footprints on the dashboard upside down.
But since I got into your daughter,
I've had trouble passing water,
Now I guess we're even all around.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 01:10 AM

I WISH I WAS IN ENGLAND
Tune - Dixie

I wish I was in England,
I do, I do,
I'd go down to Trafalgar Square,
To see Lord Nelson's statue,
Get fucked! Get fucked! You one-armed pommie bastard!

I wish I was in Sydney,
I do, I do,
The finest town in all the world,
Except for one small problem,
The place! Is full! Of fucking Aussie bastards!

I wish I was in Paris,
I do, I do,
I'd go down to the Moulin Rouge,
To see the Can-Can dancers,
Get off! Get off! Get off your Froggie panties!

I wish I was in Vegas,
I do, I do,
I'd go down the MGM,
To see Siegfried and Roy,
Poof off! Poof off! Poof off, you bloody homos!

I wish I was in Tucson,
I do, I do,
I'd go down to Pantano Wash,
To hash in sand and cactus,
Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off, you Havelinas!

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: harpgirl
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 12:37 PM

...Hi Ho, indeed!

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 03:14 PM

A good choice HarpGirl. This one was a little hard to find. It came from a parody of the "Smurf's Christmas."

Hi Ho
Tune – Same

Hi ho, hi ho, its off to bed we go.
My aching dick, to see your clit.
Hi Ho, hi ho.

Hi ho, hi ho, its off to bed we go.
Get in that sack and spread your crack
Hi ho, hi ho.

Hi ho, hi ho, its off to bed we go
First get me drunk then feed your cunt
Hi ho, hi ho.

Hi ho, hi ho, its off to bed we go
Please wash your butt you fucking slut
Hi ho, hi ho.

Hi ho, hi ho, its time for you to blow
Please get me hard, you tub of lard
Hi ho, hi ho.

Hi ho, hi ho, inside your bush I'll blow
I'll make a splash inside your gash
Hi ho, hi ho.

Conclusion:
Hi ho, hi ho, you're all we need to blow
I'm going with you fucking bitch
Hi ho, hi ho.
Please give me head my dick is dead
Hi ho, hi ho.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 03:18 PM

Lyrics added.... Already in the DT - but without the tune noted and without the updated versions of aircraft. Its connection to Rugby is purly because the club was Marines.

GIVE ME OPERATIONS
Tune - Popeye the Sailor Man

Don't give me a P-38,
The props they counter-rotate,
They're scattered and smitten from Burma to Britain,
Don't give me a P-38.

CHORUS:
Just give me operations,
Way out on some lonely atoll,
For I am too young to die,
I just want to grow old.
Don't give me a p-39,

The engine is mounted behind,
They'll tumble and spin and auger you in,
Don't give me a P-39.

Don't give me a Peter Four-Oh,
A hell of an airplane I know,
A ground loopin' bastard, you're sure to get plastered,
Don't give me a Peter Four-Oh.

Don't give me a P-51,
It was alright for fighting the Hun,
But with coolant tank dry, you'll run out of sky,
Don't give me a P-51.

Don't give me a P-61,
For night flyin' is no fun,
They say it's a lark, but I'm scared of the dark,
Don't give me a P-61.

Don't give me an F-84,
She's just a gound-lovin' whore,
She'll whine, moan, and wheeze, and she'll clobber the trees,
Don't give me an F-84.

Don't give me an old Thunderbolt,
It gave many a pilot a jolt,
It looks like a jug and it flies like a tug,
Don't give me an old Thunderbolt.

Don't give me a jet Shooting Star,
It'll go, but not very far.
It'll rumble and spout, but soon will flame out,
Don't give me a jet Shooting Star.

Don't give me an F-86,
With wings like broken match sticks,
They'll zoom and they'll hover, but as for top cover,
Don't give me an F-86.

Don't give me an F-89,
Though Time says they'll really climb,
They're all in the States, all boxed up in crates,
Don't give me an F-89.

Don't give me an F-94,
It's never established a score,
It may fly in weather, but won't hold together,
Don't give me an F-94.

Don't give me an 86-D,
With rockets, radar, and A/B,
She's fast, I don't care, she blows up in midair,
Don't give me an 86-D.

Don't give me a C-45,
So slow it stalls out in a dive,
A ground loop built in it, and bird colonels in it,
Don't give me a C-45.

Don't give me a C-54,
Six inches of rugs on the floor,
And we'll go fat-cattin' from here to Manhatten,
Don't give me a C-54.

Don't give me a B-45,
The pilots don't get back alive,
The MiG-15's chase 'em, they soon will erase 'em,
Don't give me a B-45.

Don't give me a One-Double-Oh,
The bastard is ready to blow,
The A/B is there, but you're sayin' a prayer,v Don't give me a One-Double-Oh.

Don't give me an F-102,
It never goes up when it's blue,
An all-weather coffin, that flames out so often,
Don't give me an F-102.

Don't give me a Phantom 4C,
Radar, co-pilot, A/B,
It may be some fun, but it don't have a gun,
Don't give me a Phantom 4C.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: harpgirl
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 06:37 PM

a good hash might cleanse you of that testosterone poison, garg ole chap! go to it!

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 11:05 PM

Aye, HarpyGal...yer testin' the strength of me testes, eh?

Footballers may indulge, and on occasion, over-indulge, in the ethyl esters of C2H3OH, and perhaps some of us may twist a twig of fulminating tobacco, but THC...of the cannibis family...nope, no thanks, aside from "medicinal anabolic steroids" we as a lot.... are drug free.

I will check the Indian/Nepal clubs for songs in reference to your distilate of preference. This may take awhile and something may be lost in the translations. You are a challenging gal, with peculiar tastes.

In the meantime, please satisfy yourself with the following.

THERE WAS AN OLD FARMER
Tune - Sweet Betsy from Pike - OR Sweet Violets

There was an old farmer who sat on a rock,
Shaking and waving his big hairy
Fist at the ladies next door in the Ritz,
Who taught the young girls to play with their
Kite strings and marbles and all things galore,
Along came a lady who looked like a
Decent young lady, but walked like a duck,
She thought she'd invented a new way to
Bring up the children, to sew and to knit,
The boys in the stable were shoveling
Litter and paper from yesterday's hunt,
And old farmer Potter was having some
Cake in the stables and singing this song,
And if you think it's dirty,
You're fucking well wrong!

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 12 Nov 01 - 11:52 PM

A man who kept stats in Katmandu for 17 years will be researching, in the meantime:

Talked to other friends tonight, they say you are probably looking for the pop-song "Hash Pipe" by Weezer. Weezer has sort of a folk feel, particularly their first big hit...The Sweater Song....but I must assure you...this has NOTHING to do with Rugby Football.

Sincerly, your most humble of servants Gargoyle.
BTW, you will get better responces for your song requests through the MudCat forum; my handlers only let me out of the cage at odd hours and on odd days.

Hash Pipe
By Weezer

I can't help my feelings, I'll go out of my mind
These players come to get me 'cause they'd like my behind
I can't love my business if I can't get a trick
Down on Santa Monica where tricks are for kids

Oh, come on and kick me
Oh, come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You've got your problems
I've got my ass wide
You've got your big G's
I've got my hash pipe

I can't help my boogies they get out of control
I know that you don't care but I want you to know
The knee-stocking flavor is a favorite treat
Of men that don't bother with the taste of a teat

Oh, come on and kick me
Oh, come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You've got your problems
I've got my ass wide
You've got your big G's
I've got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe

Oh, come on and kick me
Oh, come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You've got your problems
I've got my ass wide
You've got your big G's
I've got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe

I've got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 14 Nov 01 - 03:51 AM

A "Football" song, but of the soccer variety, not folk but rock.

Three Lions ´98 Version
by Desperado

We still believe, we still believe
we still believe

It´s coming home,
It´s coming home, it´s coming
Football´s coming home

Tears for heroes dressed in grey
No plans for final day
Stay in bed, drift away
It could have been all
Songs in the street
It was nearly complete
It was nearly so sweet
And now I´m singing

Three lions on the shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
No more years of hurt
No more need for dreaming

Talk about football coming home
And then one night in Rome
We were strong, we had grown
And now I see Ince ready for war
Gazza good as before
Shearer ready to score
And Psycho screaming

Three lions on the shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
No more years of hurt
No more need for dreaming

We can dance Nobby´s dance
We could dance it in France

It´s coming home, it´s coming home,
Football´s coming home....

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 14 Nov 01 - 03:58 AM

HOT VAGINA
Tune - Yellow Rose of Texas

Hot vagina for your breakfast,
Hot vagina for your lunch,
Hot vagina for your dinner,
Just munch, munch, munch, munch, munch.
It's so speedy and nutritious,
Bite-size and ready to eat,
So take a tip, go eat your mom;
Hot vagina can't be beat.

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 14 Nov 01 - 04:03 AM

GET IT UP, GET IT IN
Melody - Bonanza Theme

Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do
You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue around
Hit the spot, make me hot
I will scream out loud

Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do
You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue
around Suck my toes, insert your hose
Make my juices flow

Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do
You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue around
When I am done and I have cum
We'll start another round

Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do
You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue around

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 14 Nov 01 - 04:09 AM

CHAPPED HIDE
Melody - Rawhide

Ballin', ballin', ballin',
That boy he keeps on callin',
His crabs, they keep on crawlin',
Chapped hide!

You thought he was the right one,
But he was a one-night stand one,
He's shootin' blanks with his gun,
Chapped hide!

Pick him up, take him home,
ride him hard, make him moan!
Wake him up, saddle up, Send him home!
Chapped hide . . . Yee Haw!!

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 14 Nov 01 - 04:12 AM

BYE BYE CHERRY
Melody - Bye Bye Blackbird

Back your ass against the wall,
Here I come, balls and all,
Bye, bye, cherry!
Won't your mother be disgusted,
When she finds your cherry's busted,
Bye, bye, cherry!
Wrap your legs around a little tighter,
I can feel my load is getting lighter,
Shake your ass and wiggle your tits,
Till my little pecker spits,
Cherry, bye bye!

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 14 Nov 01 - 04:20 AM

ALI BOOGIE
Tune - Like a Jump Rope Song

CHORUS:
I boogied last night,
And the night before,
I'm goin' back tonight,
And boogie some more.

Mama's on the bottom,
Papa's on the top,
Baby's in the attic,
Fillin' rubbers with snot.

Mama's on the bottom,
Papa's on the top,
Baby's in the cradle yellin',
"Shove it to 'er, Pop!"

Mama's in the hospital,
Papa's in jail,
Sister's in the corner cryin',
"Pussy for sale!"

I got a gal,
About six-foot four,
She fucks everything,
Like a two-bit whore.

I got a gal,
She lives on a hill,
She won't fuck,
But her sister will.

Papa's got a watch,
Mama's got a ring,
Sister's got a baby,
From shakin' that thing.

One and one makes two,
Two and two makes four,
If the bed breaks down,
We'll fuck on the floor.

Nappy, nappy hair
Eyes like a frog
Bend over baby
And I'll do you like a dog

Subject: RE: Rugby Football Songs
From: GUEST,Atalanta
Date: 14 Nov 01 - 07:29 AM

I know you! Aren't you the LongBeach Hash House Harriers songleader? I ran in your Sunday hash!!! Atalanta