Monty Python - Monty Python's Contractual Obligation Album (1994) by Monty Python (보컬) on maniadb.com

Sit on my face and tell me that you love me, I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too. I love to hear you o-ra-lise You blow me awaaay. When I'm between your thighs, Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you, 'Till we're blown awaaaaaaaay. If we sit on our faces in all sorts of places and play I'll sit on your face and then I'll love you truly. Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine,

How I'm missing yer
You're the Doctor of my dreams
With your crinkly hair and your glassy stare
And your machiavellian schemes
I know they say that you are very vain
And short and fat and pushy but at least you're not insane
Henry Kissinger
How I'm missing yer
And wishing you were here


Henry Kissinger
How I'm missing yer
You're so chubby and so neat
With your funny clothes and your squishy nose
You're like a German parakeet
All right so people say that you don't care
But you've got nicer legs than Hitler
And bigger tits than Cher
Henry Kissinger
How I'm missing yer
And wishing you were here

Never be rude to an Arab, Never be rude to an Irishman, An Israeli, or Saudi, or Jew, No matter what you do. Never poke fun at a Nigger, And never put down... A Spik, or a Wop, or a Kraut, (explosion!)

Spoken: The world today seems absolutely crackers. There are fools and idiots sitting on the trigger. With nuclear bombs to blow us all sky high. It's depressing, and it's senseless, and that's why... Intro: I like Chinese, I like Chinese, Yet they're always friendly and they're ready to please. They only come up to your knees, I like Chinese, Verse: I like Chinese, There's nine hundred million of them in the world today, You'd better learn to like them, that's what I say. Chorus: I like Chinese, I like Chinese, They come from a long way overseas, But they're cute and they're cuddly, and they're ready to please. Verse: I like chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess. Chorus: So I like Chinese, I like Chinese, yin and yang-ese. I like their tiny little trees, Their Zen, their ping-pong, their Verse: I like Chinese thought, The wisdom that Confucious taught, The Chinese will survive us all without any doubt. If Darwin is anything to shout about, I like Chinese, Chorus: So I like Chinese, Yet they're wise and they're witty, and they're ready to please. They only come up to your knees, Verse: (in Chinese) I like Chinese, Chorus: I like Chinese, Their food is guaranteed to please, Chorus: I like Chinese, A fourteen, a seven, a nine and lychees. I like their tiny little trees, Their Zen, their ping-pong, their yin and yang-ese. I like Chinese, Fade: I like Chinese, I like Chinese...

Inflammation of the foreskin Reminds me of your smile. For quite a little while. I've had ballanital chancroids That lovely night in June. I gave my heart to NSU I ache for you, my darling, And I hope you get well soon. My syphilitic sores. My penile warts, your herpes, Your moenelial infection, How I miss you more and more. Your dobie's itch, my scrumpox, At least we both were lying, Our lovely gonnorrhea, When we said that we were clear. Our syphilitic kisses, Sealed the secret of our tryst. You gave me scrotal pustules, With a quick flick of your wrist. Your trichovaginitis Sent shivers down my spine; I got snail tracks in my anus When your spirochetes met mine. diplococcal cephalitis, epididimitis, ballinitis, meningo myelitis, Gonoccocal urethritis, streptococcal interstitial keratitis, syphilitic choroiditis, and antertior u-ve-i-tis. Is not so bad for me, As the complete and utter failure My clapped out genitalia Every time I try to pee. My doctor says my buboes My scrotum's painted orange Are the worst he's ever seen, And my balls are turning green. My heart is very tender You might have been infected Though my parts are awful raw, But you never were a bore. I'm your spirochaetal clown, I'm dying of your love, my love I've left my body to science Gonoccocal urethritis, streptococcal But I'm afraid they've turned it down. ballinitis, meningo myelitis, diplococcal cephalitis, epididimitis, interstitial keratitis, syphilitic choroiditis, and antertior u-ve-i-tis.

Finland, Finland. The country where I want to be, Pony trekking or camping, Or just Wacthing TV, Finland, Finland, Finland. It's the country for me. Quite a long way from Cairo, Verse : You're so near to Russia. So far from Japan, Lots of miles from Vietnam. The country where I want to be, Chorus : Finland, Finland, Finland. Eating breakfast or dinner, Or snack lunch in the Hall, Finland has it all. Finland, Finland, Finland. Verse: You're so sadly neglected, A poor second to Belgium, When going abroad. And often ignored. The country where I quite want to be, Your mountains so lofty, Chorus : Finland, Finland, Finland. Your treetops so tall, Finland, Finland, Finland. Finland has it all. Repeat : Finland, Finland, Finland. The country where I quite want to be, Your treetops so tall, Finland, Finland, Finland. Finland has it all. Fade : Finland has it all ... Monty Python

I'm so worried about what's happening today, In the Middle East, you know. And I'm so worried about the baggage retrieval System they've got at Heathrow. I'm so worried about the fashoins today, And I'm so worried about the shows on TV I don't think they're good for your feet. That sometimes they want to repeat. And I'm so worried about the baggage retrieval I'm so worried about what's happening today, System they've got at Heathrow. In the Middle East, you know. And the state of the world today. And I'm so worried about being so full of doubt I'm so worried about my hair falling out, About everything anyway. I'm so worried about modern technology, I'm so worried about all the things That they dump in the sea. Worried, worried, worried. I'm so worried about it, worried about it, I'm so worried about whether people like this song. I'm so worried about everything that can go wrong. It isn't the best that I've got. I'm so worried about this very next verse, And I'm so worried about whether I should go on Or whether I shouldn't just stop. And I'm so worried because it's the sort of thing I ought to know. I'm so worried about whether I ought to have stopped. And I'm so worried about the baggage retrieval System they've got at Heathrow. I'm so worried about whether I should have stopped then, I'm so worried that I'm driving everyone round the bend. System they've got at Heathrow. And I'm so worried about the baggage retrieval

I bet you they won't play this song on the radio
I bet you they won't play this new **** song
It's not that it's **** or **** controversial
Just that ****ing words are awefully strong

You can't say **** on the radio
or ****, or ****, or ****
You can't even say I'd like to **** you someday
Unless you're a doctor with a really large ****

So I bet you they won't play this song on the radio
I bet you they don't ****ing well program it.
I bet you those ****ing old program directors
Will think it's a load of horse ****

Here comes another one

Here it comes again
Here comes another one
When will it ever end?

I know whatever it is
I've not seen one before
But here comes another one
And here comes a bunch of 'em
Here comes another one
Thank God I'm not having lunch with them.

That's it, is it?
O-- O-- obviously it would be better with a full orchestra.
Yes. Yes, I suppo-- I suppose it would.

Here comes another one
Here it comes again
Here comes another one
When will it ever end?

Here comes another one
Here it comes again
Here comes another one
When will it ever end?

Muddy knees have got me all a-quiver,
Muddy knees have got me all aglow,
Muddy knees have sent me for a paper,
To a newstand near I know

Verse: Beethoven's gone but his music lives on,
And Mozart don't go shoppin' no more,
You'll never meet Liszt or Brahms again,
And Elgar doesn't answer the door.

Schbert and Chopin used to chuckle and laugh,
Whilst composing a long symphony,
But one hundred and fifty years later,
There's very little of them left to see.

Chorus: They're decomposing composers,
There's nothing much anyone can do,
You can still hear Beethoven,
But Beethoven cannot hear you.

Verse: Hndel and Haydn and Rachmaninov,
Enjoyed a nice drink with their meal,
But nowadays no-one will serve them,
And their gravy is left to congeal.

Verdi and Wagner delighted the crowds,
With their highly original sound,
The pianos they played are still working,
But they're both six feet underground.

Chorus: They're decomposing composers,
There's less of them every year,
You can say what you like to Debussy,
But there's not much of him left to hear.

Finish: Claude Achille Debussy, died 1918.
Christophe Willebaud Gluck, died 1787.
Carl Maria von Weber, not at all well
1825, died 1826. Giacomo Meyerbeer,
still alive 1863, not still alive 1864.
Modeste Mussorgsky, 1880 going to parties,
no fun anymore 1881. Johan Nepomuck
Hummel, chatting away nineteen to the
dozen with his mates down the pub every
evening 1836, 1837 nothing.

All things dull and ugly,
All creatures short and squat,
All things rude and nasty,
The Lord God made the lot.
Each little snake that poisons,
Each little wasp that stings,
He made their brutish venom.
He made their horrid wings.

All things sick and cancerous,
All evil great and small,
All things foul and dangerous,
The Lord God made them all.

Each nasty little hornet,
Each beastly little squid--
Who made the spikey urchin?
Who made the sharks? He did!

All things scabbed and ulcerous,
All pox both great and small,
Putrid, foul and gangrenous,
The Lord God made them all.

Amen.