29 years ago I was 12 and this solemn hymn found it's way into my brain forever, by way of a cassette on Scout Camp
As I was walking down the street one day,
I saw a house on fire.
There was a man,
Shoutin' and wavin' at an upper story window,
To the crowd that was gathered there below,
For he was sore afraid.
Jump!
You fucker, jump!
Jump into this here blankit,
wot we are 'oldin,
and you will be all right!
He jumped...
Hit the deck...
Broke 'is fuckin' neck!
There wa-as no-oo blanket.
Laugh?
We nearly shat!
We 'ad not larfed so much since Grandma died,
Or Aunty Mabel caught her left tit in the mangle.
We are miserable sinners,
Fi-ii-ilthy fuckers.
Aaaaaarrrrseholesssssssss!
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Mon 4 Jul 2011, 18:12, 6 replies)

Nice
At scout camp I learnt much of the works of `Ivor Biggun'. 20 years later I still know many of his songs word for word!
(Audax Victor, Mon 4 Jul 2011, 19:38, closed)

You mean...
..."the man with with the biggest plonker in the dingle dangle strap it to your ankle"?

oh god i forgot i knew that
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Mon 4 Jul 2011, 20:33, closed)

`John Thomas' was his name somewhat unsurprisingly...
...he kept it in his trousers tightly furled by all accounts.
(Audax Victor, Mon 4 Jul 2011, 21:59, closed)

It's...
John Thomas Allcock - he lives northeast of Whitstable.
(barbedwiretumbleweed Fast 'n' Bulbous!, Mon 4 Jul 2011, 23:11, closed)

One of Derek and Clive's finest.
The Horse Race is a must too.
(FUXTIX Not my words, Carol, Mon 4 Jul 2011, 23:17, closed)

I
still remember that, and from about that time.
Also

Little Flo,
I love you so,
Especially in your nightie,
When the moonlight flits,
Across your tits,
Oh, Jesus Christ Almighty
( social hand grenade I was a lurker before you were a lurker, Tue 5 Jul 2011, 21:57, closed)