I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay I sleep all night and I work all day He's a lumberjack and he's okay He sleeps all night and he works all day I cut down
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong? It's swell to have a stiffy, it's divine to own a dick From the tiniest
I've got ninety thousand pounds in my pajamas I've got forty thousand French francs in my fridge I've got lost of lovely lira, now the deutsche mark's
How sweet to be an idiot As harmless as a cloud Too small to hide the sun Almost poking fun At the warm but insecure, untidy crowd How sweet to be an
Inflammation of the foreskin reminds me of your smile I've had ballanital chancroids for quite a little while I gave my heart to NSU, that lovely night
The Philosopher's Song (Monty Python) Immanuel Kant was a real pissant Who was very rarely stable. Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar Who could
Whenever life gets you down, Mrs.Brown And things seem hard or tough And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft And you feel that you've had quite enough
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
Lovely spam, wonderful spam Lovely spam, wonderful spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Lovely spam Lovely spam Lovely spam Spam, spam, spam, spam
Brian, the babe they called Brian He grew, grew, grew and grew Grew up to be, grew up to be A boy called Brian A boy called Brian He had arms and legs
I can see a bare-bottomed mandrill Slyly eyeing his upper nostril If he jumps inside there too I really won't know what to do I'll be a proud possessor
Translation: Monty Python. Lumberjack Song.
Translation: Monty Python. The Idiot Song.
Translation: Monty Python. Penis Song.
Translation: Monty Python. Money Song.
Translation: Monty Python. Bruce's Philosophers Song.
Translation: Monty Python. Spam-song.
