My baby hates Cheshire Cheese,
When faced with Red Leicester she's
Inclined to turn round and flee.
My baby don't care for Double Gloucester,
I fed her some once and I thought I'd lost her.
My baby can't stand Roquefort,
Fontina she don't adore,
And Emmental's not for she.
My baby don't care who knows it,
My baby just cares for Brie.
My baby's no Stilton fan,
She doesn't like Parmazan,
With Cheddar she can't agree.
My baby don't care for Swiss or Feta,
She hates Mozzerella, and Edam's no better.
She doesn't like Wensleydale,
And Camembert's off the scale
Of cheeses she hates to see.
I don't know what's wrong with baby,
My baby just cares for Brie.
Hamlet, prince of Denmark,
Held back by a pale cast of thought.
Hamlet doesn't embark
To take arms against the slings he ought.
Vengeance, every time it has to wait.
Denmark, something's rotten in the state.
When you're out with Hamlet,
It's meet a ghost time,
A poisoned toast time,
You'll have a gay old time!
Opheeeeliaaaa!
When your head starts to bloat to the size of a goat, that's the lergy.
The next symptom you'll feel if your lergy's for real is you'll die.
When your brain cells go snap and you start to talk crap just like Fergie,
Tee hee hee but you see I'm just glad it's not me with the lergy.
Horny, horny as rhinos in season
Yes I'm horny, horny as any you'll find.
I saw your nipple when you were undressing.
And now somehow,
I can't get it out of my mind.
Or try to picture the pope in the nude.
Horny, yes girl
I'm horny and then some.
It's corny to try it,
I'm drawn to deny it,
But I'm horny and in the mood.
As horny men come.
Too lazy to fight it,
These days we must bite it,
And I'm crazy to see your bum.
To the theme tune of ‘The Flinstones’
To the tune of ‘That’s Amore’
To the tune of ‘Crazy’
Shower, perhaps I should take a cold shower,
Horny, I'm horny
