Scott

Lord almighty,
I feel my temperature rising
Higher higher
Its burning through to my soul

Girl, girl, girl
You gonna set me on fire
My brain is flaming
I dont know which way to go

Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love

Ooh, ooh, ooh,
I feel my temperature rising
Help me, Im flaming
I must be a hundred and nine
Burning, burning, burning
And nothing can cool me
I just might turn into smoke
But I feel fine

Cause your kisses lift me higher
Like a sweet song of a choir
And you light my morning sky
With burning love

Its coming closer
The flames are reaching my body
Please wont you help me
I feel like Im slipping away
Its hard to breath
And my chest is a-heaving

Lord almighty,
Im burning a hole where I lay
Cause your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love
With burning love
Ah, ah, burning love
Im just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love

aston man

hes got the whole world in his hands...

Scott

Where on earth are you from?
We're from England
Where you come from
Do you put the kettle on?
Kick it
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Bonjour
Nah Nah Nah
Monsieur
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah
We're England
We're gonna score one more than you
England!
Can I introduce you please
To a lump of Cheddar Cheese

asher

We'll drink a drink a drink to
Lily the pink a pink a pink
The saviour of the human race
For she invented medicinal compound
Most efficacious in every case

Mr Frears had sticky out ears
And it made him awful shy
And so they give him medicinal compound
And now he's learning how to fly

Brother Tony was notably bony
He would never eat his meals
And so they give him medicinal compound
Now they move him round on wheels

penky

la clears throat, coughs a little, la la, no sound comes, nips of to down a bottle of wine and then singing will commence

asher

In this house, there are many many mansions
And a tower in desperate need of a spire
And a million little churches for all denominations
Better get good advice, if you're a first time buyer
The ghosts around here, well, they are big business
They're union so they only come out at night
But they'll scare you half to death when you are sleeping
So please remember when you turn out the lights
Please clear off the floor
Your tickets just aren't valid anymore
Cos elvis, elvis has left the building

It was just one small step for humanity
But it took him half an hour to cross the floor
And the little girls scream and turn into their mothers
Who got much more respect before the war
Used to be the world would take our cues from one another
Now just one man can tear the world in half
Some idiot's cracking jokes that he will never understand
About how he hates gays and everybody laughs
Please clear off the floor
That joke just isn't funny anymore
Cos elvis, elvis has left the building
Elvis, elvis has left the building

Aloha earth, this is elvis calling
You'll find me in the big house now
I'm gone but i've not forgotten
I've joined the order
I've taken vows
I didn't like what i saw down there anyhow

aston man

sing,sing a song......

sing out loud

to last your whole life long

dont worry that its not good enough

sarab40

I say..is it karaoke in the bar tonight???????????????

Scott

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, now.
I hear youre feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?

asher

Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
and if you want to be free be free
'cause there's a million things to be
you know that there are, you know that there are

Well, if you want to live high, live high
and if you want to live low, live low
'cause there's a million ways to go
you know that there are, you know that there are

penky

But a deltoid and a bicep
A hot groin and a tricep
Makes me - Ooh! - shake
Makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the hand

In just seven days
Oh, baby
I can make you a man
I don't want no dissension
Just dynamic tension

I'm a muscle fan
In just seven days
I can make you a man

Dig it if you can
In just seven days
I can make you a man

aston man

oow oww im trapped
like a fool im in a cage
i cant get out
see im trapped
cant you see im so confused

i ant get out

Scott

Youre so hot, teasing me
So youre blue but I cant take a chance on a chick like you
Thats something I couldnt do
Theres that look in your eyes
I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild
Ah, but girl youre only a child

asher

A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds
Will get sand in his face when kicked to the ground.

And soon in the gym with a determined chin,
The sweat from his pores as he works for his cause...
Will make him glisten... and gleam
And with massage, and just a little bit of steam
He'll be pink and quite clean
He'll be a strong man. Oh honey...
But the wrong man.

Scott

After the turn of the century
In the clear blue skies over Germany
Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard
Like the scream and the sound of a big war bird

Up in the sky, a man in a plane
Baron von Richthofen was his name
Eighty men tried, and eighty men died
Now they're buried together on the countryside

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

In the nick of time, a hero arose
A funny-looking dog with a big black nose
He flew into the sky to seek revenge
But the Baron shot him down - "Curses, foiled again!"

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

Now, Snoopy had sworn that he'd get that man
So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan
He challenged the German to a real dogfight
While the Baron was laughing, he got him in his sight

That Bloody Red Baron was in a fix
He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks
Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice
And that Bloody Red Baron went spinning out of sight

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany