From: brom@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au (David Bromage)
Newsgroups: alt.fan.monty-python
Subject: The songs
Date: 17 Nov 92 00:39:01 GMT
Organization: The Hexagon
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OK. These lyrics are taken from the booklet which comes with Monty Python
Sings. I decree these to be the correct lyrics, so let's have no more
arguments about it.

Lumberjack Song
[after preamble]
	I'm a lumberjack 
	And I'm O.K.
	I sleep all night
	And I work all day

Chrous:
	He's a lumberjack
	And he's OK
	He sleeps all night
	And he works all day

	I cut down trees
	I eat my lunch
	I go to the lavatory
	On Wednesdays I go shopping
	And have buttered scones for tea

Mounties:
	He cuts down trees
	He eats his lunch
	He goes to the lavatory
	On Wednesdays he goes shopping
	And has buttered scones for tea

Chrous:
	He's a lumberjack
	And he's OK
	He sleeps all night
	And he works all day

	I cut down trees
	I skip and jump
	I like to press wild flowers
	I put on women's clothing
	And hang around in bars

Mounties:
	He cuts down trees
	He skips and jumps
	He likes to press wild flowers
	He puts on women's clothing
	And hangs around in bars

Chrous:
	He's a lumberjack
	And he's OK
	He sleeps all night
	And he works all day

	I cut down trees
	I wear high heals
	Suspendies and a bra
	I wish I'd been a girlie
	Just like my dear pappa

Mounties:
	He cuts down trees
	He wears high heels?
	Suspendies..... and a bra?

	[various insults]

Chrous:
	...He's a lumberjack
	And he's OK
	He sleeps all night
	And he works all day

Chrous:
	He's a lumberjack
	And he's OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
[very fast]
	He sleeps all night
	And he works all day


Finland

Finland, Finland, Finland
The country where I quite want to be
Pony trekking or camping
Or just watching TV
Finland, Finland, Finland
It's the country for me

You're so near to Russia
So far from Japan
Quite a long way from Cairo
Lots of miles from Vietnam

Finland, Finland, Finland
The country where I quite want to be
Eating breakfast or dinner
Or snack lunch in the hall
Finland, Finland, Finland
Finland has it all

You're so sadly neglected
And often ignored
A poor second to Belgium
When going abroad

Finland, Finland, Finland
The country where I quite want to be
Your mountains so lofty
Your treetops so tall
Finland, Finland, Finland
Finland has it all

Finland, Finland, Finland
The country where I quite want to be
Your mountains so lofty
Your treetops so tall
Finland, Finland, Finland
Finland has it all


Bruces' Philosophers Song

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable

Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table

David Hume could out-consume
Willhelm Freidrich Hagel

And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel

There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist
Socrates himself was permanently pissed

John Stuart Mill of his own free will
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill

Plato they say, could stick it away
Half a crate of whisky every day

Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle
Hobbes was fond of his dram

And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart
"I drink, therefore I am."

Yes Socrates himself is particularly missed
A lovely little thinker
But a bugger when he's pissed.


And here for no particular reason....

Sit on my face and tell me that you love me
I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you too
I love to hear you o-ra-lise
When I'm between your thighs
You blow me away

Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you
I'll sit on your face and then I'll love you truly
Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine
If we sit on our faces
In all sorts of places
And play till we're blown away


Still working on the Idiot Song, I've got the sheet music somewhere.


David aka now no more arguments!
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