On 5/4/2009 3:54 PM RicodJour spake thus:
> On May 4, 6:25 pm, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> wrote:
>> "Robatoy" wrote:
>>
>> WTF? No Festool?
>>
>> Festool wasn't needed for what I reviewed.
>>
>> Remember the lyric:
>>
>> There was a big freakin machine,
>
> http://www.folklore.ms/html/songs_sorted_by_name/with_music/f/the_fucking_machine.htm
Sorry to complain, but that site is *far* from complete. Why, they
didn't have "Barnacle Bill". Not even "Great Big Gobs of Greasy Grimy
Gopher Guts".
--
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Kill Yourself
- motto of the Church of Euthanasia (http://www.churchofeuthanasia.org/)
In article
<98051330-bc2f-4e8b-9da8-233c4c421509@l28g2000vba.googlegroups.com>,
Robatoy <[email protected]> wrote:
> Yup, still an annual ritual at my Alma Mater. Real girl, real horse...
> and your usual band of diesel-dyke protesters.
> Fun times, fun times.
But "the real" Lady Godiva is Pru Porretta!
http://godiva.webeden.co.uk/
On May 4, 6:25=A0pm, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> wrote:
> "Robatoy" wrote:
>
> WTF? No Festool?
>
> Festool wasn't needed for what I reviewed.
>
> Remember the lyric:
>
> There was a big freakin machine,
http://www.folklore.ms/html/songs_sorted_by_name/with_music/f/the_fucking_m=
achine.htm
R
On May 5, 4:26=A0pm, Robatoy <[email protected]> wrote:
> On May 5, 3:43=A0pm, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> > "David Nebenzahl" wrote:
> > > Sorry to complain, but that site is *far* from complete. Why, they
> > > didn't have "Barnacle Bill". Not even "Great Big Gobs of Greasy
> > > Grimy Gopher Guts".
>
> > Punch either one into Google for a full set of lyrics.
>
> > Have fun.
>
> > Lew
>
> My all-time favourite:
> The North Atlantic Squadron
>
> cho: Away, away, with fyfe and drum,
> =A0 =A0 =A0Here we come, full of rum,
> =A0 =A0 =A0Looking for women to pat on the bum
> =A0 =A0 =A0In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The firefighters have lots of fire,
> They never, never seem to tire
> Of pulling their hose, and pulling their wire
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The service police are a bunch of sluts,
> They should be hung up by their nuts,
> A bunch of hicks from out of the sticks
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> Into the mess we go to sup,
> A dirty plate, a dirty cup,
> The cooks should fucking well smarten up
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The wireless boys they fly so high,
> I wish to hell that they would die,
> Their da da dits give us the shits
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> When we were ten miles out to sea
> The Pilot started buggery
> His only joy was the wireless boy
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The One Six One crew Number Four,
> Went out one night to find a whore;
> Their only hope was a nanny goat
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> When in Vera Cruz we touched,
> We found that Kingston whores were such,
> That when open wide you could put inside
> The North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> In Newfoundland when it got hot,
> We used to fornicate a lot,
> Only the fools would be pulling their tools
> In the North AtLantic Squadron.
>
> The native girls are all misfits,
> They have no teeth, they have no tits,
> No wonder they give us the shits
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The sergeants they are on the bit,
> Giving tbe ACs lots of shit.
> After the war their throats we'll slit
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> In Gaspe it rained all the time,
> The sun was never known to shine,
> The fog was so thick you could set it in bricks
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The officers they know fuck all,
> As up the CO's arse they crawl.
> What do they get but sweet fuck all
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The civvies in the Ferry Command
> Are always jerking off by hand.
> They're the fucking scourge of this fair land
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The Ferry Command from Montreal,
> What do they bring but sweet fuck all.
> Whatever the date, they're always late
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The American boys we do admire,
> They fly through shit and snow and fire,
> They never never seem to tire
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> By Ottawa we're really stumped,
> You know they are a bunch of cunts;
> Their nuts should be nailed to the nearest stump
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> If I had a girl and she were mine
> Upon her arse I'd paint a sign-
> "Try this for size, it's really fine"
> In the North Atlantic Squadron
>
> The works and bricks are a bunch of pricks,
> They feed the fire with wood and sticks;
> They leave us all in a hell of a fix
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The Northern Electric put up poles;
> They should be shoved up their arseholes.
> They stay inside when it is cold
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The medical corps are a bunch of whores,
> They should be hung up by their drawers.
> They give you pills and you shit for hours
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The fucking discips give us the pips,
> All of them are full of shit.
> From arsehole to breakfast they should be slit
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The dear old WAAFs, I hope they'll come,
> And then we'll pat them on the bum;
> And in the bushes our work will be done
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> There was a girl from Montreal,
> She spread her legs from wall to wall.
> With every jump I made her call
> For the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The RAF are on the bit,
> Giving Hitler lots of shit,
> And after the war they'll talk about it
> And the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> In Labrador we used to sit,
> In the mess and shoot the shit,
> With fuckall to do but swallow it
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The boys from stores went out to piss,
> Their streams and spray they went amiss-
> They said that they could drown with this
> The North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> Those MT men are reckless birds,
> They roar around like crazy turds.
> They smash up trucks with very few words
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The girls of Gaspe town are bags,
> They always seem to wear their rags;
> And if they don't, their pussy sags
> From the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> A lazy crowd are the bastard clerks,
> They piss around like a bunch of jerks.
> They fuck around but they never work
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
>
> The aircrew boys they all had chills,
> They took some green artillery pills;
> They shit from Yarmouth to Gander Hills
> In the North Atlantic Squadron.
And, of course:
The Eighteen Pounder
Load her up and bang away
Load her up and bang away
Load'er up and bang away
With my 18 pounder.
Well up she came and down she got
Then she show me her you know what
Asked if me if I'd like a shot
With my eighteen pounder
I tried her box, I found it blocked
So I tried the back door, found locked
I just went off half cocked
With my eighteen pounder
Then I took her to a shady dell
I released my safety bang like hell
I missed the bulls eye but I drilled the well
With my eighteen pounder
So I took her down by the docks
I sighted at her pretty box
I missed the box but I crushed the rocks
With my eighteen pounder
Two hot barrels in the bed
I missed her snatch and I hit her head
It ricochet and killed her dead
With my eighteen pounder
Then I took her to the burial ground
I dug a hole and laid her down
And just for practice one more round
With my eighteen pounder
On May 5, 3:43=A0pm, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> wrote:
> "David Nebenzahl" wrote:
> > Sorry to complain, but that site is *far* from complete. Why, they
> > didn't have "Barnacle Bill". Not even "Great Big Gobs of Greasy
> > Grimy Gopher Guts".
>
> Punch either one into Google for a full set of lyrics.
>
> Have fun.
>
> Lew
My all-time favourite:
The North Atlantic Squadron
cho: Away, away, with fyfe and drum,
Here we come, full of rum,
Looking for women to pat on the bum
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The firefighters have lots of fire,
They never, never seem to tire
Of pulling their hose, and pulling their wire
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The service police are a bunch of sluts,
They should be hung up by their nuts,
A bunch of hicks from out of the sticks
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
Into the mess we go to sup,
A dirty plate, a dirty cup,
The cooks should fucking well smarten up
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The wireless boys they fly so high,
I wish to hell that they would die,
Their da da dits give us the shits
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
When we were ten miles out to sea
The Pilot started buggery
His only joy was the wireless boy
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The One Six One crew Number Four,
Went out one night to find a whore;
Their only hope was a nanny goat
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
When in Vera Cruz we touched,
We found that Kingston whores were such,
That when open wide you could put inside
The North Atlantic Squadron.
In Newfoundland when it got hot,
We used to fornicate a lot,
Only the fools would be pulling their tools
In the North AtLantic Squadron.
The native girls are all misfits,
They have no teeth, they have no tits,
No wonder they give us the shits
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The sergeants they are on the bit,
Giving tbe ACs lots of shit.
After the war their throats we'll slit
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
In Gaspe it rained all the time,
The sun was never known to shine,
The fog was so thick you could set it in bricks
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The officers they know fuck all,
As up the CO's arse they crawl.
What do they get but sweet fuck all
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The civvies in the Ferry Command
Are always jerking off by hand.
They're the fucking scourge of this fair land
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The Ferry Command from Montreal,
What do they bring but sweet fuck all.
Whatever the date, they're always late
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The American boys we do admire,
They fly through shit and snow and fire,
They never never seem to tire
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
By Ottawa we're really stumped,
You know they are a bunch of cunts;
Their nuts should be nailed to the nearest stump
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
If I had a girl and she were mine
Upon her arse I'd paint a sign-
"Try this for size, it's really fine"
In the North Atlantic Squadron
The works and bricks are a bunch of pricks,
They feed the fire with wood and sticks;
They leave us all in a hell of a fix
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The Northern Electric put up poles;
They should be shoved up their arseholes.
They stay inside when it is cold
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The medical corps are a bunch of whores,
They should be hung up by their drawers.
They give you pills and you shit for hours
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The fucking discips give us the pips,
All of them are full of shit.
From arsehole to breakfast they should be slit
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The dear old WAAFs, I hope they'll come,
And then we'll pat them on the bum;
And in the bushes our work will be done
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
There was a girl from Montreal,
She spread her legs from wall to wall.
With every jump I made her call
For the North Atlantic Squadron.
The RAF are on the bit,
Giving Hitler lots of shit,
And after the war they'll talk about it
And the North Atlantic Squadron.
In Labrador we used to sit,
In the mess and shoot the shit,
With fuckall to do but swallow it
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The boys from stores went out to piss,
Their streams and spray they went amiss-
They said that they could drown with this
The North Atlantic Squadron.
Those MT men are reckless birds,
They roar around like crazy turds.
They smash up trucks with very few words
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The girls of Gaspe town are bags,
They always seem to wear their rags;
And if they don't, their pussy sags
From the North Atlantic Squadron.
A lazy crowd are the bastard clerks,
They piss around like a bunch of jerks.
They fuck around but they never work
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The aircrew boys they all had chills,
They took some green artillery pills;
They shit from Yarmouth to Gander Hills
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
On May 4, 5:44=A0pm, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> wrote:
> Several on this list seem to enjoy solving problems using specially
> designed and built machinery.
>
> The link below may give you some new ideas.
>
> Since this is an open list, the link below requires the obvious edit
> to become functioning.
>
> http://www.f<**>kingmachines.com/
Fireblocking machines? I always use a caulking gun.
R
On May 5, 1:22=A0am, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> wrote:
> "David Nebenzahl" wrote:
> > Sorry to complain, but that site is *far* from complete. Why, they
> > didn't have "Barnacle Bill". Not even "Great Big Gobs of Greasy
> > Grimy Gopher Guts".
>
> =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D
> Godiva
>
> Now Godiva was a lady who thru Coventry did ride,
>
> For all the village to see her clean and lily white hide,
>
> And of all the men assembled,
>
> Was an engineer of coarse,
>
> The only one who noticed that Godiva rode a horse.
>
> Chorus:
>
> We are, we are, we are the engineers,
>
> We can, we can, we can demolish forty beers,
>
> Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum and come away with us,
>
> For we don't give a damn, for any damn man,
>
> Who doesn't give a damn for us.
Yup, still an annual ritual at my Alma Mater. Real girl, real horse...
and your usual band of diesel-dyke protesters.
Fun times, fun times.
"Robatoy" wrote:
WTF? No Festool?
Festool wasn't needed for what I reviewed.
Remember the lyric:
There was a big freakin machine,
It was powered by steam,
Had a big freakin wheel,
Hooked it up to a big prick of steel,
Around and around went that big freakin wheel,
In and out went that big prick of steel,
Until at last the maiden cried,
That she was very well satisfied.
Ahh but alas the sadist part is this,
There was no way of stopping it,
So around and around until she was split,
And the whole freakin thing was covered in shit.
Lew
On May 4, 7:12=A0pm, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> wrote:
> "RicodJour" wrote:
>
> http://www.folklore.ms/html/songs_sorted_by_name/with_music/f/the_fuc...
>
> Thank You.
>
> Obviously had misplaced a few words over the years.
>
> Lew
You recalled it very accurately, and I would imagine that there are
different lyrics and embellishments.
R
On May 4, 5:44=A0pm, "Lew Hodgett" <[email protected]> wrote:
> Several on this list seem to enjoy solving problems using specially
> designed and built machinery.
>
> The link below may give you some new ideas.
>
> Since this is an open list, the link below requires the obvious edit
> to become functioning.
>
> http://www.f<**>kingmachines.com/
>
> Lew
WTF? No Festool?
"David Nebenzahl" wrote:
> Sorry to complain, but that site is *far* from complete. Why, they
> didn't have "Barnacle Bill". Not even "Great Big Gobs of Greasy
> Grimy Gopher Guts".
================================
Godiva
Now Godiva was a lady who thru Coventry did ride,
For all the village to see her clean and lily white hide,
And of all the men assembled,
Was an engineer of coarse,
The only one who noticed that Godiva rode a horse.
Chorus:
We are, we are, we are the engineers,
We can, we can, we can demolish forty beers,
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum and come away with us,
For we don't give a damn, for any damn man,
Who doesn't give a damn for us.