Post by Nuala Bowtitt on Jul 23, 2008 15:21:02 GMT
I hope this gets past the mods Those of a nervous disposition please ignore.
THE DUNOON CARIOCA
He’s into exhibition, black hats and blow up dolls.
Hori – zontal position he likes the best of all.
He’s got a thing for tartan, and so he wears a kilt
That instrument he’s cartin’ brings an electric thrill
He’ll make you take your vest off even though it threatens rain
He’s got a little party trick with a bottle of Champagne
That’ll make you go insane. Come on!
Turns you inside out, the Dunoon Carioca
He will wear you out, him and his Carioca
His forehead’s devil red from livin’ the vida loca
It will wear you out, that Dunoon Carioca
He takes his guitar with him, his twanging is intense
So he takes extra stringing – he knows it’s common sense..
The ladies on the dance floor study the scene ahead
All chomping at the bit for a dance with Mr.Z.
He likes to wear a kilt because he hates to waste his time
Fumbling with his zipper when he sees a bit of prime –
Just like him, the filthy swine! Come on!
Turns you inside out, the Dunoon Carioca
He will wear you out, him and his Carioca
He’s been on his hols so his skin’s the colour of mocha
He still has energy for the Dunoon Carioca
So when you get to Leicester, look for the man in plaid
Guitar across his shoulder, on his head a big black hat
Look over to the left and you’ll see a big long queue
Go over, take a ticket. He’ll eventually get to you.
He’ll take you on the dance floor once the music has begun
And by the time he’s done with you, you’ll need an iron lung
Like a dishrag, you’ll be rung. Come on!
THE DUNOON CARIOCA
He’s into exhibition, black hats and blow up dolls.
Hori – zontal position he likes the best of all.
He’s got a thing for tartan, and so he wears a kilt
That instrument he’s cartin’ brings an electric thrill
He’ll make you take your vest off even though it threatens rain
He’s got a little party trick with a bottle of Champagne
That’ll make you go insane. Come on!
Turns you inside out, the Dunoon Carioca
He will wear you out, him and his Carioca
His forehead’s devil red from livin’ the vida loca
It will wear you out, that Dunoon Carioca
He takes his guitar with him, his twanging is intense
So he takes extra stringing – he knows it’s common sense..
The ladies on the dance floor study the scene ahead
All chomping at the bit for a dance with Mr.Z.
He likes to wear a kilt because he hates to waste his time
Fumbling with his zipper when he sees a bit of prime –
Just like him, the filthy swine! Come on!
Turns you inside out, the Dunoon Carioca
He will wear you out, him and his Carioca
He’s been on his hols so his skin’s the colour of mocha
He still has energy for the Dunoon Carioca
So when you get to Leicester, look for the man in plaid
Guitar across his shoulder, on his head a big black hat
Look over to the left and you’ll see a big long queue
Go over, take a ticket. He’ll eventually get to you.
He’ll take you on the dance floor once the music has begun
And by the time he’s done with you, you’ll need an iron lung
Like a dishrag, you’ll be rung. Come on!