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Please don't laugh !!! Add your silly songs, if you dare !!

Beep Beep (The Bubble Car Song) - The Playmates While riding in my limousine What to my surprise A little Bubble Car was following me About one-third my size The guy must have wanted to pass me out As he kept on tooting his horn <sound of horn - beep beep!> I'll show him that a limousine Is not a car to scorn <chorus> I pushed my foot down to the floor To give the guy the shake But the little Bubble Car stayed right behind He still had on his brake He must have thought his car had more guts As he kept on tooting his horn <sound of horn - beep beep!> I'll show him that a limousine Is not a car to scorn <chorus> My car went in to passing gear And we took off with gust And soon we were doing ninety Must have left him in the dust When I peeked in the mirror of my car I couldn't believe my eyes The little Bubble Car was right behind You'd think that guy could fly <chorus> Now we're doing a hundred and ten It certainly was a race For a Bubble to pass a limo Would be a big disgrace The guy must have wanted to pass me out As he kept on tooting his horn I'll show him that a limousine Is not a car to scorn <chorus> Now we're doing a hundred and twenty As fast as I could go The Bubble pulled alongside of me As if we were going slow The fellow rolled his window down And yelled for me to hear 'Hey buddy how can I get this car out... of... second gear!' <chorus> Beep beep <sound of horn - beep beep!> Beep beep <beep beep> His horn went beep beep beep <beep beep>

Little White Bull - Tommy Steele (Decca, 1959, Bart - Pratt - Bennett) From the film 'Tommy The Toreador' Once upon a time there was a little white bull Very sad, because he was a little white bull (Little white bull) All the black bulls called him a coward Just 'cause he was white Only black bulls go to the bullring Only black bulls fight When he asked his mama if a little white bull (Little white bull) Ever had a chance of turning black His mama said, you silly little bull You're a pretty little bull You're my little bull So please don't ask me why, little bull You just ain't black! But this did not satisfy that little white bull (Little white bull) He was an exception to that little white rule (Little white rule) Everyday alone in the meadow, he'd find things to charge Till one day he really imagined, that his horns were large Bold as brass right then and then, the little white bull (Little white bull) Quickly found the nearest road to town And people said, what a funny little bull What a fluffy little bull, he's our little bull He marched along, a proud little bull And hit the town! It was the day of the bullfight, all the town were there Waiting to see the famous matador Trumpeters sounded a fanfare, tam-ta-da-dam-tam-taaa! Out from the throats of the crowd came a mighty roar Into the ring to the shout of a great olé (olé!) Came the parade, all prepared for a mighty fray Matadors and picadors and toreadors And who do you think as well? Trotting right behind them came the little white bull (The little white bull) How they laughed out loud to see the little white bull (Little white bull) Trotting 'round the giant arena, with his head up high Till the matador in the centre caught his tiny eye Charging right up to him went the little white bull (Little white bull) Charging twice and charging once again The matador cried, torro little bull! You're not a little bull, you're a brave little bull You're gonna be a great little bull The best in Spain! Then the crowd all shouted, torro little bull! You're not a little bull, you're a brave little bull You're gonna be a great little bull The best in Spain! So if you got a little bull, that's a white little bull It's quite possible that it might be the bull That's the best in Spain

Oh Dee! Brings back memories! When I was little I sang and danced this on stage with Roy Hudd! Allie x

Allie I am sitting here thinking of Uncle Mac and Childrens Favourites (Must be my age!!) ;-))

The Laughing Policeman I know a fat old policeman He's always on our street A fat and jolly red-faced man He really is a treat He's too kind for a policeman He's never known to frown And everybody says He is the happiest man in town! He laughs upon point duty He laughs upon his beat He laughs at everybody When he's walking in the street He never can stop laughing He says he's never tried But once he did arrest a man And laughed until he cried! His jolly face is wrinkled And then he shut his eyes He opened his great big mouth It was a wonderous size! He said: 'I must arrest you!' He didn't know what for And then he started laughing Until he cracked his jaw! So if you chance to meet him While walking 'round the town Shake him by his fat ol' hand And give him half a crown His eyes will beam and sparkle He'll gurgle with delight And then you'll start him laughing With all his blessed might!

OUR age!!!!! LOL Allie x

Sparky and the Magic piano.............the older generation are out tonight.............never mind young ones we will be in bed with our cocoa soon..........

The Runaway Train by Michael Holliday I'm Walking Backwards for Christmas - The Goons Right, Said Fred - Bernard Cribbins Gathering in the Mushrooms - Benny Hill A Dark Girl Dressed in Blue - Stanley Holloway

For Sandra You need hands to hold someone you care for You need hands to show that you're sincere When you feel nobody wants to know you You need hands to brush away the tears When you hold a brand new baby You need tender hands to guide them on their way You need hands to thank the Lord for living And for giving us this day Let's dance for the ladies and gentlemen.... (Instrumental Break) You need hands to show the world you're happy And you need hands when you have to stop the bus But the hands we love so dear are the hands we love to hear Are the hands that you give to us Everybody, are the hands that you give Everybody, that's nice, thank you, Thank you ladies and gentlemen, thank you

Quite sweet really.

Well Sandra, I have always liked Max Bygraves, ;-))

Is he still alive? My mum liked him.....I am more a Stones fan or most things from the sixties.......

Christine is this the one? The Dark Girl Dressed in Blue. When first in Glasgow I arrived, the truth I will unfold, I had a pocketbook with me, well filled with notes and gold, I walked about from place to place its beauties for to view, When all at once I chanced to see a Dark Girl dressed in blue She was a nice gal, fal de riddle i do, A beauty, fal de riddle eh. She was a fine girl, fal de riddle i do, A charmer, fal de riddle eh, Her graceful leg and fairy feet, and eyes like diamonds bright, Her coal black hair and rosy-cheek they did my heart delight, She stepped into an omnibus, I thought I'd go in too, And there I took my seat beside that dark girl dressed in blue. The 'bus got thronger as we went, she got crushed up rather tight, At length she fainted as I thought, which put me in a fright, Says I, ' my dear, a crowded place does not agree with you.' ' Oh sir, assist me to get out,' said the Dark Girl dressed in blue. When we got out of the omnibus, we walked arm in arm together, Then she made free to ask of me, if I'd got a father or mother, 'O yes,' says I, 'and a grandmother too, but pray miss, what areyou' I'm head engineer in a mllliner's shop, said the dark girl dressed in blue As we walked on, says I, 'you're much fatigued I think, Will you go into this public house, and have a glass of drink, To pay for which she declared she would, saying,' Sir, oblige me do, To change this note, I refuse could not, this dark girl dressed in blue, The change for her I did obtain, she says, ' Sir, excuse me pray, Remain yon here for a short time, I shan't be long away,' Scarce had she gone, a policeman came saying, 'Please, sir, I want you, That was a forged note just now changed, where's the dark girl dressed in blue.' Then to the station I was marched, and before the bailies took, And there I told them I had lost my watch and pocket book, They placed a lady it the bar, quite different to my view, For in deep mourning she was rigged, not a dark girl dressed in blue. They raised her veil, to my surprise, I was taken all aback, Her dress it was a reversible, a sky blue and deep black, The charge it likewise was reversed, they believed my statement true. They acquitted me, but sixty days gave the dark girl dressed in blue. So all young gents I pray beware, and a warning take by me, For young ladies are not always what they do appear to be, Examine well each shawl and dress, the lining likewise too, Or a transformation scene you'll have, like the dark girl dressed in blue

Henry the 8th I am I am I got a song that will get on your nerves

Did I kill that last thread...........I have never killed a thread..........Did my first nudge the other day as well..........Sorry,added brandy to the cocoa..........as we were.........

Sandra Max Bygraves (born 16 October 1922 in Rotherhithe, London), I think he is still alive btw I love the Rolling Stones, especially Mick Jagger :-))

Oh Sandra We had the record of Sparky's magic piano,loved it Was it Tweety Pie on the flip side? 'I taw I taw a pooty Tat' lol lol Also had record 'Pop-Eye the sailor-man and Barnacle Bill the sailor. Memories!!! Mau ;0)

Sandra You didn't kill a thread, ;-))

A Windmill in Old Amsterdam and Laughing Gnome by David Bowie. Viv