Feste-Fenris wrote:
I like comedy music...
Versatile comedy music like Weird Al...
Or how about this?
Woad
Sung to the tune of 'Men of Harlech'
What's the use of wearing braces,
Hats or spats or shoes with laces,
Vests and pants you buy in places
Down on Brompton Road?
What's the use of shirts of cotton,
Studs that always get forgotten?
These affairs are simply rotten-
Better far is Woad.
Woad's the stuff to show men.
Woad to scare your foemen.
Boil it to a brilliant blue,
And rub it on your legs and your abdomen.
Ancient Britons never hit on
Anything as good as woad to fit on
Neck or knees or where you sit on-
Tailor's, be you blowed!
Romans came accross the channel,
All dressed up in tin and flannel;
Half a pint of woad per man'll
Cothe us more than these.
Saxons, you may save your stitches,
Building beds for bugs in britches;
We have woad to clothe us which is
Not a nest for fleas.
Romans, keep your armours,
Saxon's your pajamas!
Hairy coats were made for goats,
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas.
March on Snowdon with your woad on
Never mind if you get rained or snowed on,
Never need a button sewed on,
Bottoms up to woad!
Sung by a, um, "woad clad" warrior once upon a fine night last summer..........