The Decline And Fall of the Roman Empire

[Mark]

 Could you just what tongue you using in the English tongue? Bob?

[bob3]

 Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me

[Veranor]

 Everywhere there's lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon

[bob3]

 Department of Germanistics, young mARK.

We all want to change the world
But when you talk about destruction
Don't you know you can count me out (in)

[Veranor]

 If you think the harmony
Is a little dark and out of key
You're correct
There's nobody there

[bob3]

 So Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girlfriend of mine

The old boards had Ye King (& Queen) Spammers. Shael, Beatles, Klamath.

[Veranor]

 We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

[bob3]

 Well you should see Polythene Pam
She's so good-looking but she looks like a man

[Veranor]

 Sitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to come
Corporation teeshirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob

[bob3]

 I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade

[Veranor]

 Baby says she's mine, you know
She tells me all the time, you know
She said so
I'm in love with her and I feel fine

[bob3]

 I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me
She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?

And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood?

[Mark]

 I would like a claer explaintion, what is going on?  What is all this poety?  Who are you?

[Veranor]

 Ooh I need your love babe
Guess you know it's true
Hope you need my love babe
Just like I need you

[bob3]

 Explitation? Sure. The four owners enlightened the foggy boy.

Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road