A top tip is to not, as "a bit of a joke" start singing
"There's a million green bottles, sitting on a wall" at the start of a three hour car journey with your 6/7 year old nephews, who have just had sugarpuffs for breakfast.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 18 Jul 2011, 12:37, 2 replies)

A hundred sticks of dynamite
That was always my dad's favourite version - halfway through the first stick of dynamite - no wall, no dynamite, therefore no song
(deadly_sinners, Mon 18 Jul 2011, 13:36, closed)

My Dad loves singing in the car, but runs out of clean, eight-year-old-friendly songs quickly.
So after three hours or so, the last half hour of the drive from Bath to Wales was spent singing Riding Down from Bangor, which is about a student molesting a girl while a train goes through a tunnel (subtle). Or Jake Thackray's The Gorilla, which is about an escaped gorilla sodomising a judge.
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Tue 19 Jul 2011, 13:33, closed)