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Post Your Alternative Song Lyrics......... You Know the Sort of Stuff
....Here's one I came across...Yep.....it had to be stupid 
Soloist volunteer for each verse during the previous by raising their hand, and are chosen by a chairman (or the consensus) pointing at them. Everyone sings words in capital letters. I know a bear that you all know, Yogi, YOGI, I know a bear that you all know, Yogi, Yogi Bear. YOGI, YOGI BEAR, YOGI, YOGI BEAR, I KNOW A BEAR THAT YOU ALL KNOW, YOGI, YOGI BEAR. Yogi’s got a little friend, Booboo, BOOBOO, Yogi’s got a little friend, Booboo, Booboo Bear. BOOBOO, BOOBOO BEAR, BOOBOO, BOOBOO BEAR, YOGI’S GOT A LITTLE FRIEND, BOOBOO, BOOBOO BEAR. And similarly: Yogi’s got a girlfriend, Suzi, Suzi, Suzi Bear. Yogi’s got an enemy, Ranger Ranger, Ranger Smith Yogi’s got a cheesy knob, cammum, Cammum, Camembert. Suzi likes it on the fridge, polar, Polar, polar bear. Booboo likes it up the arse, brown, Brown, brown bear. Suzi hates it up the arse, something, Something she cant bear. Yogi’s dick is long and green, cucum, Cucum, cucumber. Suzi likes to shave her pubes, Grizzly, Grizzly, grizzly bare. Etc Now it's Your Turn
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Steadwood, I shall never pre-fix your name with the title "Mr" ever again, as I've lost all respect for you 
(Why am I saying it like it's a good thing  )
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senik said:
Steadwood, I shall never pre-fix your name with the title "Mr" ever again, as I've lost all respect for you
(Why am I saying it like it's a good thing )
....I Know No-thing....No-thing at All..... 
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I've been a hard drinker for many a year, And I always fall over on ten pints of beer, So now when I drink, I sit on the floor, And I never will risk falling over no more. Chorus And its no,nay, never, No,nay, never, no more, Will I drink and fall over, No never, no more. I went to a bar that I used to frequent, Despite having sworn that I'd give up for lent, I asked for two pints, But the barman said "nay!, You'll only fall over like you did yesterday". Chorus I pulled from my pocket two shiny gold pounds, And I managed to do it without falling down, The barman said "Sir, Please choose from this list, And I'm sorry if just now I thought you were pissed". Chorus I think that I’ll stick now to stiff drinks and shorts, Like Whisky and Brandy and Pernod and Port, Cut down on the volume of all that I drink, Than at least when I throw up I won’t fill the sink. Chorus I'll go back to my girlfriend, confess what I've done, And if she should hit me I won’t turn and run. I'll promise to give up, but if I should fail... I'll see you next Thursday for 10 pints of Ale. I have a firm grip on reality...Maybe just not this reality |
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