Lyrics - Magic Moments – Bing Crosby
Discussion
Don’t ask me why but I heard part of the alternative lyrics to this today and I PMSL. Does anybody know what these are in full? I heard the following:
I’ll never forget the smell of the sweat from under her armpits.
The size of her thighs brought tears to my eyes they where like carpets (I think?)
CHORUS (Magic Moments)
It wasn’t the grass that tickled her arse it was my finger
……………
Class! I don’t know the rest but I’d love to find out!
Cheers,
Rob
I’ll never forget the smell of the sweat from under her armpits.
The size of her thighs brought tears to my eyes they where like carpets (I think?)
CHORUS (Magic Moments)
It wasn’t the grass that tickled her arse it was my finger
……………
Class! I don’t know the rest but I’d love to find out!
Cheers,
Rob
Eric Mc said:
I always thought that it was Perry Como who had the big hit with this song (although Michael Holiday released a version in the UK).
Yep your right....
To accompany the line:
"It wasn’t the grass that tickled her arse it was my finger"
How About:
"I had to frown when I looked down down, because she was Ginger"
OK, maybe not!
>> Edited by rjben on Tuesday 7th September 21:31
Well it's not exactly Bing Criosby... But
The moon shone bright on the village green,
It shone on little Nel,
Was she picking daisies or,
Was she in hell,
She was waiting for her lover,
A dirty minded bugger,
Who was not fit to shovel shit,
From one place to another.
He ed her till her tits went blue,
His balls went black as charcoal,
One dark night he missed the mark,
And shoved it up her arsehole.
The moon shone bright on the village green,
It shone on little Nel,
Was she picking daisies or,
Was she in hell,
She was waiting for her lover,
A dirty minded bugger,
Who was not fit to shovel shit,
From one place to another.
He ed her till her tits went blue,
His balls went black as charcoal,
One dark night he missed the mark,
And shoved it up her arsehole.
Oh dear...
There was a man from Bombay
Who fashioned a ct out of clay.
But the heat of his pr*ck
Turned it into a brick
And chafed all his f*reskin away
The Grand Old Duke of Buckingham
Stood on the bridge at Ruckingham
Watching the stunts of the cts in the punts
And the tricks of the pr*cks that were fing them
(you ain't seen me, roight?)
There was a man from Bombay
Who fashioned a ct out of clay.
But the heat of his pr*ck
Turned it into a brick
And chafed all his f*reskin away
The Grand Old Duke of Buckingham
Stood on the bridge at Ruckingham
Watching the stunts of the cts in the punts
And the tricks of the pr*cks that were fing them
(you ain't seen me, roight?)
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