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rlb:
Quote from: "DuctTapedBones"

[don't even know if this was the beginning/end of a verse, chorus, or what!]DTB

The useless trivia guy strikes again:

Oh, I'm a juvenile delinquent
I roam the streets 'til two a.m.
I drink with all the sailors
And I smoke with all the bums
I wait on the corner 'til my pickup comes
Oh, I'm a juvenile delinquent
And I don't wanna go home
My mama hates me - I don't wanna go home
My daddy hates me - I don't wanna go home
And then there's grandma, swingin' on the outhouse door
She lost her nightie, swingin' on the outhouse door
Now here comes grandpa, swingin' on the outhouse door
He found her nightie, swingin' on the outhouse door
He really likes her, swingin' on the outhouse door
This is the last time, swingin' on the outhouse door
Ha Ha I fooled ya, swingin' on the outhouse door

The version above is actually a latter-day version of a much older German emigrant song, first collected by Carl Sandburg in the upper Midwest back in 1927:

In der vintertime in der valley vile
Ven der vind blows 'genst der vinderpanes
and de vimmen uv de wodeville
Ride welocipedes round der westibule.
Vilosovy? Ven dat age I vas I from noddink neu.

Copenhagen was taken, hoorah, hoorah (bis)
And all the shtrange people shtood up in the shteeple and SHPIT on the people below
AAAA women...
AAAAmen!

Ve are off to lieber August, September, October
No vonder ve are sober, we ain't got no beer!
My little brother Heinrich by the window stood
Inside, outlooking, he saw a tree there standing
And on the tree a peach there hanging
He leaned the window out
He FELL the window out
His head upon the rocks there lay
Peachless.

He died, he did, he died o'broken rib he did (bis)
We're the boys of Bowling Green, Bowling Green, Bowling Green...
Boys! Don't bowl on the green!

The green is for the king
The king is for the queen
The queen is for the prince!
Prince? What prince?
FINGERPrints? Noooo...
FOOTprints? Nooooo...
Here, Prince!

Then there was granny
Swinging on the outhouse door
Without her nightie
And granpa couldn't ask for more
He's nearly ninety
And granma's only 24
She shows on Sunday
Tommy, cut your toenails
You're ripping the sheets
To shreds!

DuctTapedBones:
Hee hee hee, that just made my night!

Thanks a lot, rlb!!!

DTB

tbone62:
We sang this one at a girls' camp when I was a teenager, to the tune of "Glory, Glory Halleluia"

I wear my pink pajamas in the summers when it's hot,
I wear my flannel nighties in the winters when it's not.
And sometimes in the springtime, and sometimes in the fall,
I jump between the sheets with nothin' on at all.

Glory, glory halleluia
Glory, glory, what's it to ya?
A balmy breeze is blowin' through ya,
With nothin' on at all!

 :grin:  :evil:

TheFreak90:
Quote from: "BGuttman"

A Hundred Bottles of Beer on the Wall
A Hundred Bottles of Beer!
Drink one down and turn around,
Ninety-nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall

I don't think I ever got below 85.


Same, but I start on 99 and the third line for me is "Take one down , pass it around" .
 I've actually got to negative beers...... if that is possible..

Graham Martin:
I think I know a slightly different version of that song. It's called Ten Green Bottles:

Ten green bottles
Hanging on the wall
Ten green bottles
Hanging on the wall
And if one green bottle
Should accidentally fall
There'll be nine green bottles
Hanging on the wall

Nine green bottles
Hanging on the wall
etc. etc.

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