The most obedient inanimate objects
Are Bells, if I may
make so bold
And the reason for
that is they make
A noise whenever they
are tolled
The most obedient inanimate objects
Are Bells, if I may
make so bold
And the reason for
that is they make
A noise whenever they
are tolled
“Do you want to see a naked harpist?”
I was asked and of
course replied yes please
But I was told that I
mustn’t touch the harp
Because of the risk of
catching harpies
I once went out with a harpist
Who played it naked,
except for specs
She wasn’t very good
but afterwards
We had No strings
attached sex
If clergymen can be defrocked
Can a promoter be
demoted?
Should writers be described?
And musicians be denoted?
If clergymen can be defrocked
Then can dry cleaners
get de-pressed
Or must songwriters be
de-composed
And hair stylists get
dis-tressed?
My music tastes are quite eclectic
So, in almost any genre I easily fit
From classical to electro swing
But rap music is an oxymoron, isn’t it?
If you’re a Take That fan
Then Christmas could
be shocking
If you’re expecting to
find
An Orange in your
stocking
Is there anything more annoying?
Is anything quite as
wrong?
As the DJ on the radio
Not telling you who
sang the song
I can hear really annoying music
And it’s getting to be a real pain
It’s emanating from inside my printer
I think the paper's jammin' again
I can’t play my instrument
We were mismatched
So, I am selling my
guitar
No strings attached
When Police searched the home
Of Cliff Richard, and
were to seize
A very large amount of
material
Because they were led
to believe
There was a link to
Yew Tree
And they found among
the amalgam
To their complete and
utter disgust
That he was releasing
a new album
Classical music moves me
I’ve loved it from an
early age
And although I can’t
comprehend
The dots on the page
The music that they
reveal
Is understood in any
language
I am a lover of Puccini
And his music is so
powerful
That the meaning of
the words
Are almost immaterial
Rim strim stram-a-diddle
Larra-bum-a-ring ting
Rig-num bulletin a-ky-mo!
Ah that’s
Jazz man
I asked the DJ straight
Do you do
requests mate
Yes, geezer
just name it
Turn the
volume down a bit
At the festival toilets
There was a bit of a
queue
Which got a bit out of
hand
To my view
But we all survived
The Battle of Portaloo
The idle rhythm
Of Her song
Soothes the soul
And cools like balm
The molten heat
Great Royal wife Nefertiti
Was the Ancient
Egyptian Queen
Good time girl
Nefertutu
Is just a modern dancing
Queen
My dog must be musical
What rubbish I hear
you groan
But he must be I tell
you
As I saw him eating a
trombone
I like breakin’ and poppin’
And dancing to Hip hop
At Sixty I should be
stoppin’
As I’m down for a Hip
op