Car Won't Start, But Rac Can't Find...
Motoring1 min ago
Hi everyone the last one no longer appears in recent posts...
Many know how to play and new players are always welcome, they isn't rules as such just post a song lyric that follows on from the previous one.
Feel free to have a natter along the way, artist is optional although helpful if a little obscure all I ask is you play nice Xx
The first poster has free choice for an opening song lyric of this 'new' thread.
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.When the sun doesn't shine and it's cloudy and gray
And it's only the beginning of the wombling day
And you've got to do the washing up for Madame Cholet
Remember, remember, remember, remember
Remember, remember, remember (member, member, member)
Remember you're a Womble
(Remember you're a Womble)
Remember you're a Womble
(Remember you're a Womble)
Remember you're a Womble
(Remember you're a Womble)
Remember you're a Womble
(Remember you're a Womble)
Remember, member, member, what a Womble, Womble, Womble you are...
Batt, performed by The Wombles
We're so incredibly utterly devious
Making the most of everything
Even bottles and tins
Pick up the pieces and make them into something new
Is what we do
Underground, overground, wombling free
The wombles of Wimbledon Common are we
Making good use of the things that we find
Things that the everyday folks leave behind
The Wombles again
Oh, I love trash
Anything dirty or dingy or dusty
Anything ragged or rotten or rusty
Yes, I love trash
If you really want to see something trashy look at this
I have here a sneaker that's tattered and worn
It's all full of holes and the laces are torn
A gift from my mother the day I was born
I love it because it's trash
Sesame Street Song
I remember Paris in '49
The Champs-Élysées, Saint Michelle and old Beaujolais wine
And I recall that you were mine
In those Parisienne days
Looking back at the photographs
Those summer days spent outside corner cafes
Oh, I could write you paragraphs
About my old Parisienne days
Gary Moore, with vocal by Phil Lynott