Singing the wrong words
There's a grand tradition of singing the wrong words to jingles, hymns and the dreaded school songs. Or maybe you have a corporate anthem too cheesy for words? Tell us the alternate words you and your friends sang so that we can too.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2005, 10:02)
There's a grand tradition of singing the wrong words to jingles, hymns and the dreaded school songs. Or maybe you have a corporate anthem too cheesy for words? Tell us the alternate words you and your friends sang so that we can too.
( , Thu 27 Jan 2005, 10:02)
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My friends and I were chucked out (in our younger days I might add)
of a pub for filling up the jukebox with money and putting Otis Reading's "Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay" on constantly. . .
Then singing our lyrics over the top.
Dum, dum dumm dum dumm,
Dum dumm dum dumm
Sittin' in the mornin' sun,
I'll be sitting in a barrel of cum.
Watching the shit stabbing,
I won't fuck another gay again.
Sittin' on the cock of a gay,
Watchin' the shite flow away,
Ooooh,
Just sittin' on the cock of a gay,
Wastin' shi-hi-hi-hi-hite.
Looks no gay's gonna change,
Every gay still remains the same.
I can't do what ten homos tell me to do,
So I guess I'll remain the same. . .
Just sittin' here resting my bone,
But these homos just won't leave me alone,
For two thousand miles I roamed,
Just to make this cock my home,
So now I'm jus' gon' sit on the cock of a gay,
Wastin' shi-hi-hi-hi-hite. . .
(Whistle now, to fade)
( , Thu 27 Jan 2005, 13:53, Reply)
of a pub for filling up the jukebox with money and putting Otis Reading's "Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay" on constantly. . .
Then singing our lyrics over the top.
Dum, dum dumm dum dumm,
Dum dumm dum dumm
Sittin' in the mornin' sun,
I'll be sitting in a barrel of cum.
Watching the shit stabbing,
I won't fuck another gay again.
Sittin' on the cock of a gay,
Watchin' the shite flow away,
Ooooh,
Just sittin' on the cock of a gay,
Wastin' shi-hi-hi-hi-hite.
Looks no gay's gonna change,
Every gay still remains the same.
I can't do what ten homos tell me to do,
So I guess I'll remain the same. . .
Just sittin' here resting my bone,
But these homos just won't leave me alone,
For two thousand miles I roamed,
Just to make this cock my home,
So now I'm jus' gon' sit on the cock of a gay,
Wastin' shi-hi-hi-hi-hite. . .
(Whistle now, to fade)
( , Thu 27 Jan 2005, 13:53, Reply)
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