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Tuesday, 27 November 2012

We didn't kill the steer


(To be sung to the tune of Billy Joel's We Didn't Start the Fire)
Voices in the night go
Buffalo buffalo
Chop cows put them
Cooking pot.

Cowdung milk cream
Horns and bellowing
Religious morons
Blowing hot.

Kill cows eat beef
Save self some grief
Put protein in people
Starving on the cot.

We didn’t kill the steer
It was always dying but nobody crying
We didn’t kill the steer
We just made use of it
As we saw fit.

Cow fills up the roadway
Menace on the highway
Gores and tramples
People on the spot

Leather shoe stamp glue
Porcelain gelatine
Half a cup milk a day
Polythene in the airway
Scrounging in dustbins
Worshipped by cretins
Dying of disease
Hoping for release

We didn’t kill the steer
It was dying always since the start of days
We didn’t kill the steer
We just euthanized it
And made use of it.

Rump steak good for you
Sirloin on the barbecue
Brisket sausage
Seasoned by sage
Party on till rise of sun
Meat enough for everyone
Eat on homeboy
Give yourself some joy
Cow free streets now
Easier to walk now
And those who don’t like it
Can go stuff it
Beef for everyone
We’re gonna have some fun.

We didn’t kill the steer
But we’ll take the blame
It’s part of the game
And we’ll kill cows on and on and on…


The Screw

To be sung to the tune of the Scorpions' "The Zoo"
This thing is fun, and I can shout
Another frying day
I live it up all the time now
So many smiles I fray

I meet your girl, and I'll kill
If you know what's good for you
You'll vanish and I'll catch the thrill
Of how she can be made to screw

I'll eat your grub, I'll fuck your girl
And all I have to do
Is get my guards to bust your face
If you don't know what's good for you.

Run away, and snivel around
Some backyard, street 
I've got all I want
And who cares whom you meet.

I'll eat your grub, I'll fuck your girl
And all I have to do
Is get my guards to bust your face
If you don't know what's good for you.

Dedicated to politicians' sons all over India.

My Jaw's On Fire


Hey little tooth in your socket bone
Was that your owner on the phone
"I have a pain that’s dire –
Oh oh oh my jaw’s on fire."

Took a look baby and X-rayed you saw that you were impacted too
The bone crest was distally higher –
No wonder his jaw’s on fire.

So I took my BP knife baby incised his sulcular groove and down the middle of the arch of his jaw
And took my Warwick James and inserted it below your crown with the swabs soaking wet with his blood you know –
And I levered you right out of his mouth
Oh oh oh you’re out of there
Oh oh oh you’re out of there.

Careless Whisperections


Time can always bend
The best erection for a good friend
To the front and behind
Foreplay is kind
There's no arousal in the tooth
Somewhere else that you find.

I feel so aroused when I touch your boobs
And lead you to the bedroom door
As the passion dies
Moist between your thighs
Brings to mind a rubber thing
That in a dustbin discarded lies.

I'm never gonna fuck again
Guilty prick's lost all erection
And it's hard now to pretend
Viagra's not a needed tool
Should have known better than to lay a friend
And waste the pill that I'd been given
Oh I'm never gonna fuck again
Someone who knows me through and through... 

Borat!: Cultural Learnings of India for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan...


Jagshemash!
I, Borat Sagdiyev, welcoming myself to glorious nation of India to seeing how cow land going. Very nice, I thinked, am on time, but than plane circling, circling, two hours over Delhi because landing system not working in fog. Must be homosexuals or terrorists sabotaging, I thinked, but they sayed me that being normal for winter, every year for past fifty or sixty this happening, but nobody interested in corecting. Finally plane landing in Delhi when everybody thinking we will stay up there all night and maybe next two days too.
In any case, aftarward I being in line for custom and then in taxi. Taxi asking what I think very reasonable price. In Kazakhstan we can be buying four wives for that price, but in Kazakhstan wives very cheap. Anyway, taxi takings me out into desert forest and than back on other side Delhi. Where you going, I asking taxi man. He saying Sahib, taking you to very good place, you be liking. I say fine, I wantings seeing India. He than driving past road where man and female woman of opposite sex and also policemans throwing stones, and crying and shouting. I asking why? Taxi man saying, Sahib, these being sealing drive. Seals everywhere on shops.
But I not being able see seals. No seals at all. On shops, on roads. I wondering where seals coming, so far from sea. Escape from zoo? I ask, but taxi man saying, no sahib, this being sealing on shop, bcause not legal shops. I say, I understand, in Kazakhstan also illegal Gypsy shops being shut as soon as governement see them. But taxi man saying, no, these being there for many, many years, these people paying bribes, therfore thinking shops should be OK, because they paying bribes. Interesting. I must suggest to my sister Natalya. She would be loving to pay bribes to make her whorehouse legal.
All right, we coming to crossraods, then stopping for long because  long line white cars going with red lights. What these, I asked, taxi man sayed Prime Minister or Minister going. Good idea, I thinking, in Kazakhstan must suggest this. Our President not being impressive enough, going by single car and helicopter and so on. Just then child coming to window and asking to be selling something, beggar at other window also. I buyed packet fruit from child, gived beggar. Taxi man saying, Sahib, why you buying? Child parents making sexy time only to have him, then they put him on raods. Not putting in school. No school, anyway, just shed in field, no wall, no roof, no teacher. I sayed, You know this? He sayed, Sahib, always same. All villages like this, where low castes live.
I sayed, low castes, you mean like Kazakhstan, where women being low caste, just above krutzouli animal, but he saying, no Sahib, this being like man and female woman and children too, they being low caste, and when they sweeping dirt, not being able to touch before. Now being able to touch, but getting government jobs reservation, but no schools or hospitals though. No point giving schools and hospitals if getting reservation already, he sayed. You mean, I asked, reservation people beings like Jews and Gypsies? I can hit Gypsy with rock at 15 metres, I saying, how far you can hit low caste? I don't know, he sayed, but in Gujarat pride riots I killed Muslim at 10 metres with petrolbomb. 
Delhi roads being intaresting. Cars going every which way, at top speed, taxi man also. he sayed, Sahib, you look race drivers like new Michael Shoo-maker, you looking here. Also I see cows on street. Interesting, I seing some bus with not women but men also on outside. I asking, this being emancipation, that men also not allowed inside bus? No, taxi man saying, this just being population in rush hour. Government saying more children being more working hands. Before they were saying have less children. Government not being able to make up mind. I maked sympathetic noises, asking how many children taxi man having. Seven, he sayed, RSS saying duty of Hindus to have at least seven, besides he having six girls and needing at least one boy, no? Absolutely right, I telled him, women should be caught by horns and throwed down well, but you be careful of teeth, except if they be prostitutes.
Then we coming to tall red pillar. You want seeing this, Sahib, taxi man seeing. Hotel not that far, you can seeing before we go. This be Qutb Minar. You know it? Good, I sayed, I seeing. When I went in I seeing stone pillar with writing Praveen Loves Parul. I asked, these are names king and queen who built this thing? No, they telling me, this being lovers writing. Oh, I saying, and going back to car. 
I telling Taxi man then, let go back to airport, I wanting to go back to Kazakhstan and instilling all good things I see here in India formake benefit glorious nation of kazakhstan. I not needing to stay here any longer.  I will make new film on India also, aftar this US and A one. In mean time, you seeing my fan site and website, OK?
And you stay cool. If necessary stay out of hot house and sit outside with pigs, women and cows in the shade.
Dzienkuje!

The Tooth

 (To be sung to the tune of Simon and Garfunkel's "The Boxer")

I am just a poor tooth and my story’s often told
I’ve erupted through gum and bone
And taken my position
Chewed and bitten, and the food was mostly there…

When I grew from my socket, I was no more than a bud
In the company of saliva
Washed by bacteria, strong and hard
Crushing the food that came my way
Chopping it the way only teeth can know…

La li lai
La li lai lai lalai lai

Asking only to stay healthy, I stayed in the gum, but I got no hygiene
No brushing, no flossing like I was told I should
I do declare, there were times when I was so dirty
Tartar covered me everywhere.

Now the wear and tear has ground me down, the gums have shrunk
I’m stained and discoloured and lost my periodontium
No it isn’t strange, without brushing and flossing this is my state
Caries and all are my fate

La li lai
La li lai lai lalai lai

Suffering sensitivity and pulpitis, and my owner doesn’t care
Till the pain is so intense he’s running everywhere.

Strep mutans lives by tooth decay, and a dentist by his drill
And he cuts away my substance with every rev
Of his tungsten carbide bur
Till my owner screams in pain
“I’m going I’m going while dentine still remains.”

La li lai
La li lai lai lalai lai

Crappy New Year


Rip it up, chuck it out
Calendar’s got to go
Lighting bonfires
Or lining the cellar floor.

Seasons were melting
The bastards set the tone
Riding hard our aching backs
They’d love to break our bones.

2008 is gone took wing
2009 steps into the ring
Feel the bastards begin to kick
Go tell them to suck on a dick
Suck on a dick.

Global warming and recession
We all pay the price
Except the corrupt fatcats
For them it’s all very nice

Warlocks told me
Things out of control
If you think last year was bad
This will burn your soul.

Last year is gone took wing
The next steps into the ring
Feel the bastards begin to kick
Go tell them to suck on a dick
Suck on a dick.

Oh yeah you
Drink yourself blue
Party till you stew
But know that it’s true

Rip it up, chuck it out
Calendar’s got to go
Lighting bonfires
Or lining the cellar floor.

Seasons were melting
The bastards set the tone
Riding hard our aching backs
They’d love to break our bones.

Last year is gone took wing
The next steps into the ring
Feel the bastards begin to kick
Go tell them to suck on a dick
Suck on a dick.

Oh yeah you
Drink yourself blue
Party till you stew
But know that it’s true
That all this is 

Crap.

Georgie Porgie


Georgie Porgie went to Eye-rack
Hand in hand with Tony
Thought to make a killing there
With a story wild and phony.

Georgie Porgie, Uncle Sam
Out-th'-hole smokin' iron man
Known from Iraq to Afghanistan
As Georgie Porgie Randy.

Georgie Porgie landed on flight deck
All dressed up on Monday
Said we've accomplished the mission
Since we invaded last Sunday

Georgie Porgie, Uncle Sam
Superhero flight suit man
Known from Iran to Tajikistan
As Georgie Porgy Randy.

Georgie Porgie looks so cute
Smokin' hot and able
To make the world fall in love
From Manmohan to Merkel.

Georgie Porgie, Uncle Sam
Every neocon's demigod and
Known from Chile to Vietnam
As Georgie Porgie Randy.

Georgie Porgie works so hard
Keeps world safe from terror
Shoots 'em bombs 'em beats 'em up
Never admits to error.

Georgie Porgie, Uncle Sam
Talks to God - yes he can!
Known from Cuba to Kyrgyzstan
As Georgie Porgie Randy.

Georgie Porgie's war on terror
Always makes much headway
What if you think he's markin' time?
Go lookit that Gitmo Bay.

Georgie Porgie, Uncle Sam
Fights the good fight as he can
Known from France to Pakistan
As Georgie Porgie Randy.

Georgie Porgie doesn't kill kids
It's all col-lat-ter-al dam-age
Doesn't bomb schools and villages
Them terrorists are so savage.

Georgie Porgie, Uncle Sam
Evilfightin' divine man
Known from Greenland to Queen Maud Land
As Georgie Porgie Randy. 

Georgie Porgie fights evil
By waterboarding and tortures
And passes time helpin' Dick
Clean up on stock futures. 

Georgie Porgie, Uncle Sam
Commander Guy, also Surge Man
Known from Greece to Somaliland
As Georgie Porgie Randy.

Georgie Porgie, he knows how
Economies to rescue
Give the rich some more of it
Drop the poor in the fondue.

Georgie Porgie, Uncle Sam
Caped Crusader Hero Man
Known from Venezuela to Kazakhstan
As Georgie Porgie Randy.

Georgie Porgie doesn't think
Global warming is real
The Devil works through science and
Undermines God's spiel

Georgie Porgie Uncle Sam
The world's Saviour, Sir and Ma'am
Known from Eritrea to Kurdistan
As Georgie Porgie Randy.

Agent 006: Licennce to Shill

My name’s Bomb, James Bomb.” 

Agent 006 leaned forward and looked deeply into the eyes of the lovely woman opposite him. “I’ll have a beer, shaken, not stirred,” he said out of the corner of his handsome mouth to the barman. The barman shook the beer and opened the bottle. The foam shot out and fell all over the lovely woman’s arm. Without looking, Agent 006 took a revolver from a shoulder holster and shot the barman dead.

“That’s for messing up a lovely lady,” he muttered out of the corner of his handsome mouth. “Now, my dear, where should we go, to your place or mine? No, it’s got to be your place. I forgot the dead blonde in my bed...” he thought for a moment. “Sorry, I forgot N’s orders. I have to go and wipe out the Evil World Conquest Organisation before dinner.” 

“Shall I see you again, James?” asked the lovely woman, her eyes wet with frustrated lust.

“Who knows, my dear, who knows...” Agent 006 smiled at her from his rugged, handsome face, and went out to his ultra-modern, gadget-fitted, super-car, leaving her to pay the bill and answer police queries about the dead barman. He swung his toned, athletic body behind the wheel and drove off for the tall white building that housed the corporate headquarters of the Evil World Conquest Organisation.

“Damn,” he thought to himself, as he used his cigarette lighter, the one with the hidden radio capable of communicating with the Secret Moon base, to light a slim cigarette, “I really must remember to renew my product endorsement contracts. I should be getting money from this tobacco company for using its stuff.”

The Bad Guys made an attempt to intercept him on the way, attacking his car with one of their own. But Agent 006’s keen eyes missed nothing. As he pressed a button, a deadly hail of titanium needles flew from the back of his car and impaled ten innocent bystanders and a traffic policeman on a motorcycle. Except for crashing through a wheelbarrow of fruit, the Bad Guys weren’t affected. Agent 006 then pressed another button and his car grew wings and flew through the air, setting off alarms about a possible terrorist attack. Several kilometres away, a trigger-happy fighter pilot on anti-terror patrol promptly fired a missile and shot down an airliner, earning a commendation for alertness and a cool head under pressure.

Meanwhile, Agent 006 arrived at the white building with the logo of the Evil World Conquest Organisation, which, as a cover of course, manufactured condoms, above the door. The armed guards at the entrance looked at 006 but before they could raise their hands to ask him to stop, he had pressed another button and his car released a cloud of gas so fetid that the guards fled, for shelter, into a public toilet. Agent 006 jumped out of the car and strode into the building, looking as handsome as he could for the benefit of the security cameras. He saw a beautiful woman walking along the lobby and gravitated to her at once.

“You’re the personal secretary of the Chairman of the Evil World Conquest Organisation, aren’t you?” he asked her, with his most charming smile. “Let’s save time and go to bed at once, and after that you can show me the Chairman’s personal Evil Time Machine which he uses to capture and imprison top weapons scientists and forces them to create warped and twisted condoms for his nefarious ends.”

“Let’s go then,” said the secretary, completely won over, and led him into a plush bedroom with flowers on the bedside table. She began taking off her clothes, and, as Agent 006 turned his back for a moment to loosen his tie, she took a gun from her suspenders and shoved it into the small of his back. “Hands up,” she said.

After she had tied Agent 006 to a secret nuclear device that looked exactly like a drinks refrigerator in the corner, so tightly that even he couldn’t move, she went to the internal phone to call the bosses of the Evil World Conquest Organisation and inform them of the capture.

“Wait a moment!” called Agent 006, confused and worried. “How did you ever resist my charms? No woman can ever resist me. It’s a natural law!”

“Oh,” she grinned, clicking on the timer for the nuclear device. “That’s simple. Your law just never made allowances for a lesbian, that’s all.”