fraggle rock, second verse
Grab another one,
Stick a chainsaw up its bum,
Turn the power on,
Now the fraggle's gone!
Stick a chainsaw up its bum,
Turn the power on,
Now the fraggle's gone!
written by Bo*s *eryll, approved by Log
Down at fraggle rock, grab a fraggle by its cock,
Twirl it in the air, by its pubic hair,
Chuck it on the grass, ram a chainsaw up its ass,
Turn the power on, now the fraggles gone.
Twirl it in the air, by its pubic hair,
Chuck it on the grass, ram a chainsaw up its ass,
Turn the power on, now the fraggles gone.
written by Jo*h G, approved by Log
I fear Josh that you have fallen into one of the most annoying traps in the modern world. Using American terms instead of English ones. I presume you meant that the chainsaw goes up the fraggle's arse? Or did you mean ass - in which case, unnecessary cruelty to the poor donkey creature seems over the top to me. Ass doesn't even rhyme with grass. Unless you are from the North, in which case I am sorry to hear that. I think you get what I'm trying to say.
-An impartial editor writes: Josh could, of course, be from America. This is the world wide web, after all. Though what our American cousins make of all the references to Denis Norden, I don't know.
A less forgiving anonymous user adds - "What you're trying to say, Pope Gregory, you effete Southern cunt, is 'I'm a pedantic, humourless twat'. Making twat rhyme with art, of course. - Now now boys, it's only a website! (And book)
-An impartial editor writes: Josh could, of course, be from America. This is the world wide web, after all. Though what our American cousins make of all the references to Denis Norden, I don't know.
A less forgiving anonymous user adds - "What you're trying to say, Pope Gregory, you effete Southern cunt, is 'I'm a pedantic, humourless twat'. Making twat rhyme with art, of course. - Now now boys, it's only a website! (And book)
written by Po*e Gr*go*y, approved by Log
This song was given a new and hilarious twist when a friend accompanied the final line with a pirouette for no apparent reason. The spectacular move was brought to a dramatic close when he accidentally slapped a passing old lady in the tits.
written by Ma*t *harp, approved by Phil
No, Jesus no, it's this;
Down at fragle rock,
Grab a fraggle by its cock,
Swing it round and round,
Then bash it on the ground.
If it wants some more,
Jam its bollocks in the door,
If it isnt dead -
Kick it in the head.
If you think its right,
Blow it up with dynamite,
Pick up all the bits,
And throw them in the bin...
Throw them in the bin...
Throw them in the bin...
Although this starts out as a routine session of Fraggle-bashing, it's worth noting that the second verse is done with the Fraggle's permission, and the third verse (the Fraggle probably being unconscious by this point) only carries on the violence if the attacker deems it right. Say, if the Fraggle had been touching up the Doozers, in which case the filthy little bastard deserves everything it gets.
Down at fragle rock,
Grab a fraggle by its cock,
Swing it round and round,
Then bash it on the ground.
If it wants some more,
Jam its bollocks in the door,
If it isnt dead -
Kick it in the head.
If you think its right,
Blow it up with dynamite,
Pick up all the bits,
And throw them in the bin...
Throw them in the bin...
Throw them in the bin...
Although this starts out as a routine session of Fraggle-bashing, it's worth noting that the second verse is done with the Fraggle's permission, and the third verse (the Fraggle probably being unconscious by this point) only carries on the violence if the attacker deems it right. Say, if the Fraggle had been touching up the Doozers, in which case the filthy little bastard deserves everything it gets.
written by an*nym*us *ser, approved by Log