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Three Old Ladies

Oh, dear, what can the matter be
Three old ladies locked in the lavatory
They were there from Monday to Saturday
Nobody knew they were there

The first one’s name was Elizabeth Porter
She went in to be rid of some overdue water
And she stayed there far more than she ought to
And nobody knew she was there.

CHORUS

The second one’s name was Elizabeth Pomphrey
She went in and made herself comfy
Then she said: “Girls, I can’t get my bum free.”
And nobody knew she was there

CHORUS

The last one’s name was Elizabeth Carter
She was known as a world renowned farter
She went in and played a sonata
And nobody knew she was there.

CHORUS

Porridge is good for your bones

Porridge is good for your bones,

Bones, bones, good for your bones.

Eat it up; it’ll do you good,

Do you good, good, good, good.

Look at it now; it’s so fine to eat,

It’s so fine and good, it is a treat.

porridge

Alvin Stardust – Jealous Mind

Alvin Stardust – Jealous Mind

Alvin Stardust – My Coo Ca Choo

Alvin Stardust – My Coo Ca Choo

The Sweet – Co Co

Co-Co would dream of dancing
At midnight beneath the stars
‘Cos when it comes to dancing
Co-Co’s a star

He danced in a ring of fire
That circled the island shore
And as the flames got higher
They’d all call for more and more

Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chika-ka-ho, go go Co-Co

Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, go go Co-Co

Across the silver water
The sound of the island drums
Echoing Co-Co’s laughter
Yeah, Co-Co’s the one

He moves with the cool of moonlight
Under a tropic sky
Then into the morning sunlight
He’d still hear them cry and cry

Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, go go Co-Co

Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, go go Co-Co

Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, go go Co-Co

Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, go go Co-Co

Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, Co-Co
Ho-chi-ka-ka-ho, go go Co-Co

Songwriters
CHAPMAN, MICHAEL DONALD / CHINN, NICHOLAS BARRY

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

It’s cold and it’s getting colder

John Denver at the Crazymad Writer's blog

It’s cold and it’s getting colder

It’s gray and white and winter all around

And oh, I must be getting older

And all this snow is trying to get me down

*

There’s a fire in the corner slowly dyin’ away

Sometimes I just don’t feel like goin’ on anymore

And yet I know it’s more than worth the waiting

For another chance to see the summer sun

Come on, shine on me

*

There’s a fire in the corner slowly dyin’ away

Sometimes I just don’t feel like goin’ on anymore

And yet I know it’s more than worth the waiting away

For another chance to see the summer sun

Come on, shine on me.

By John Denver

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The Crazymad Writer got stuck in the lavatory

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Oh, dear what can the matter be?

Crazymad Writer got stuck in the lavatory,

He was there from Sunday to Saturday,

Nobody knew he was there.

*

The first bad day was ever so grim,

Sat there; it was incredibly dim,

Away from the light ‘tween bowl and the rim

And nobody knew he was there

*

The third bad day was really no better,

Stuck inside, looking for paper,

All he could find was a bricklayer’s scraper,

And nobody knew he was there.

*

The fourth bad day was a terrible mess,

Stuck in that place, amidst smell and cess,

Then he slipped on the floor and hurt – you can guess,

And nobody knew he was there.

*

CONTD

Can YOU write the next verse?

♪♫ A Bonkers as Conkers ♪♫

conkers

♪♫ A Bonkers as Conkers ♪♫

As bonkers as conkers, that’s how it goes,

As bonkers as conkers, as plain as you nose,

Crazymad fun tines are coming your way,

As bonkers as conkers – hurray!

The Crazymad Writer writes again.

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I love to have a beer with Duncan

I love to have a beer with Duncan

Lyrics by Slim Dusty

I love to have a beer with Duncan
I love to have a beer with Dunc.
We drink in moderation
And we never ever ever get rollin’ drunk
We drink at the Town and Country
Where the atmosphere is great
I love to have a beer with Duncan
‘Cause Duncan’s me mate, yeah

I love to have a beer with Colin
I love to have a beer with Col.
We drink in moderation
And it doesn’t really matter if he brings his doll
We drink at the Town and Country
Where the atmosphere is great
I love to have a beer with Colin
‘Cause Colin’s me mate, mm-mm-mm

I love to have a beer with Kevin
Oh I love to have a beer with Kev.
We drink in moderation
And he drives me home in his big old Chev.
We drink at the Town and Country
Where the atmosphere is great
I love to have a beer with Kevin
‘Cause Kevin’s me mate

I love to have a beer with Patrick
I love to have a beer with Pat
We drink in moderation
And it wouldn’t really matter if the beer was flat
We drink at the Town and Country
Where the atmosphere is great
I love to have a beer with Patrick
‘Cause Patrick’s me mate – Change key

I love to have a beer with Robert
I love to have a beer with Bob
We drink in moderation
Just one more and back on the job
We drink at the Town and Country
Where the atmosphere is great
I love to have a beer with Robert
‘Cause Robert’s me mate

I love to have a beer with Duncan
Oh I love to have a beer with Dunc.
We drink in moderation
And we never ever ever get rollin’ drunk
We drink at the Town and Country
Where the atmosphere is great
I love to have a beer with Duncan
‘Cause Duncan’s me mate.

 

♫♪ Dustbin Man ♫♪

Dustbin man

♫♪ Dustbin Man ♫♪

Dustbin man, dustbin man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the dustbin man,
Smelly bins, dusty bins, full of pongy stuff,
The dustbin man says I must rush!

Milk cart man, milk cart man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the milk cart man,
Ice cold milk, fresh cold milk, milk so good to drink,
The milk cart man says, drink, drink, drink!

Bread van man, bread van man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the bread van man,
Fresh hot bread, white hot bread, bread so good to eat,
The bread van man says, eat, eat, eat!

Dustbin man, dustbin man, ho, ho, ho, I’m the dustbin man,
Smelly bins, dusty bins, full of pongy things
The dustbin man says sing, sing, sing!!!

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Stories for children and young at heart adults

by The Crazymad Writer – ARRRGH.

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