Tasteless songs that are rarely sung.

#1
One immediately comes to mind....

We're all going to Auschwitz, we're all going to Auschwitz, tra - la -la -la, tra - la - la -la.
 
#2
If you're happy and you know it beat your wife, beat your wife! if your happy and you know it and you really want to show it if your happy and you know it beat your wife!!
 
#4
' A sweaty sock besides a torn french letter, a dose of syphilis that won't get better,

Oh how my ring piece stings - these little things remind me of you...'
 
#5
To the tune of Magic Moments.

' We walked in the park and just for a lark we p1ssed all over the flowers - she lay on her back I played with her crack for hours and hours..'
 
#6
Anyone know the alternative version of Scotland the brave........there is a bit about wee fat jocks
 
#7
'Ghost Riders in the Sky.'

' The Lady of the Manor was dressing for the Ball, when she spied upon a Tinker having a p1ss against the wall,

With his mighty kidney wiper and his balls the size of three - and a yard and a half of foreskin..., hanging down below his knees.'
 
#8
JoseyWales said:
To the tune of Magic Moments.

' We walked in the park and just for a lark we p1ssed all over the flowers - she lay on her back I played with her crack for hours and hours..'
ditto:

"Remember the night you fell in the sh**te you had your good suit on?
The one that you got for saving a lot of embassy coupons"

"That wasnt the grass that tickled your ass, that was my finger,
The smell of your sweat, i ll never forget, oh how it did linger.......

Tragic, moments...............
 
#9
Missed the bucket last night
Messed all over the floor
Cleaned it up with my tooth brush
Don't clean my teeth much any more
 
#10
From Amelia by The Mission
'Daddy loves you more than Mummy ever can'

sick enough.

RP
 
#11
A morning mouth that tastes like putty, a lingering memory that seems quite smutty, an open wound down the side of my dick, these things remind me of you, just you....er Heather.
 
#14
P.O.Ds 'Here comes the Boom' while standing in line at airport security
 
#15
"Where do you go to my lovely"....
"You look like Lassie with acne,
You dance like Biffo the Bear,
Your name is in all the shithouses,
You have lice in your pubic hair,
And on your back,
And on your legs,
A hah hah hah..."
 
#17
La Marselaise

Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé
Entendez vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes!


Refrain

Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!

Amour sacré de la patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Liberté, Liberté cherie,
Combats avec tes defenseurs!
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure à tes males accents!
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!


Refrain

Nous entrerons dans la carrière
Quand nos ainés n'y seront plus;
Nous y trouverons leur poussière
Et la trace de leurs vertus.
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre!

Refrain
 
#18
JoseyWales said:
' A sweaty sock besides a torn french letter, a dose of syphilis that won't get better,

Oh how my ring piece stings - these little things remind me of you...'
Not heard that one in years!! :D

I'm sure there were quite a few verses but dementia's never good when it comes to karaoke - mind you neither am I.
 
#19
We're on the march with Ally's army?
 
#20
Tiens, voilà du boudin, voilà du boudin, voilà du boudin Pour les Alsaciens, les Suisses et les Lorrains,pour les Belges y en a plus, ce sont des tireurs au cul.

1st sonnerie
Nous sommes des dégourdis,
Nous sommes des lascars
Des types pas ordinaires.
Nous avons souvent notre cafard,
Nous sommes des légionnaires.
1st couplet
Au Tonkin, la Légion immortelle
À Tuyen-Quang illustra notre drapeau,
Héros de Camerone et frères modèles
Dormez en paix dans vos tombeaux.
2nd sonnerie
Nos anciens ont su mourir.
Pour la gloire de la Légion.
Nous saurons bien tous périr
Suivant la tradition.
2nd couplet
Au cours de nos campagnes lointaines,
Affrontant la fièvre et le feu,
Oublions avec nos peines,
La mort qui nous oublie si peu.

Here you are, some blood pudding, some blood pudding, some blood pudding For the Alsacians, the Swiss, and the Lorrains, For the Belgians, there's none left, They're lazy shirkers (repeat)

1st sonnet
We're at ease,
We're rough-and-tough
No ordinary guys,
We've often got our black moods,
We are Legionnaires
1st couplet
At Tonkin, the Immortal Legion
At Tuyen-Quang we honoured our flag,
The heros of Camerone and model brothers
Sleep in peace in your tombs
2nd sonnet
Our ancestors died
For the glory of the Legion.
We will all perish
According to the tradition.
2nd couplet
During our far-off campaigns,
Battling fever and fire,
May our pain help us forget,
Death, who never forgets us.
 

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