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Monty Python and The Holy Gruyère |
April 8. 2004 |
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I know this doesn't scan, but I HAVE TO GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!
I'm a mongerjack and I'm OK
I cheese all night and I cheese all day
She's a monger and she's OK
She cheeses all night and she cheeses all day
I cut up bries, I eat my work
I go to the lavat'ry
On Tuesdays I go shopping
And have cheddared macs for tea
She cuts up bries...
She's a mongerjack...
I cut up bries, I wrap and slice
I love to poke oozy chaour'ces
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in (wine)bars
She cuts up bries...
She's a mongerjack...
I cut up bries, I wield sharp knives
Suspendies and a bra
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like my dear papa
She cuts up bries...
She's a mongerjack...
Okay, so it's not so scandalous given 1. I do wear women's clothing and a bra, and, 2. that I am a girlie. The suspendies...not so much.
Also? Somehow this song morphs into "Oh, Wouldn't it be Loverly," from My Fair Lady. Something along the lines of, "I'm a mongerjack and I'm OK...Far away from the cold night aiiiiir, oh, wouldn't it be loverrly. Loooverrly. Loverrly."
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