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Competition Entry: Ouch

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SONG: MONDAY MORNING MISHAP

Got up feeling groggy,
Bod a little soggy from the night
Demons and devils, nightmares straddled me
Screeching in me lugs when I was wrapped up tight

But now awake
I make a cuppa in the kitchen,
This languid body's twitchin'
And for Rosy Lee it's itchin'

Fill the kettle with brown water from a rusted tap,
Seethin' liquids, pour the water, kettle handle snaps,
I wouldn't mind too much I swear but only for the fact,
That my John Thomas hanging out was scolded to the sack

Never make tea in the nude.
Never make tea in the nude.
I ain't a prude, just please, be shrewd,
And Never make tea in the nude.

It really ain't all clever
To expose your old fella
'Alf a kettle tests your mettle
An' leaves ya feelin' yella

So never make tea in the nude

Several years long after that
My wife long-since departed
Not from her death, but death of sex,
My pistons' not since started

She said I stank, and drank a lot,
An' was a useless prannock,
But worse disgrace -- a waste of space
Now that I could not fill her crannock

If you ask me in the pub at five thirty I will say
That she's a f**kin' whore, a slut, an' I left her that day,
But come the tollin' of the bell at closin' time pissed up,
I'll tell the truth, an' climb the roof, an' threaten to jump off

It happens every night, last night was no exception,
This morn a banging head, black eyes, and half a recollection,
So I take my medicine, half a pint of gin,
An' an English fry up, to my doss hard day begin,

A fryin' pan of butter, sizzlin' sausages,
Some rashers, mushrooms, and brown bread,
Just what old Frankie needs;
The chocka-block brown-rusted pan
I popped in a few eggs,
But I slipped, the handle ripped,
Fried sausage 'twixt two legs.

Never make eggs in the nude.
Never make eggs in the nude.
I ain't a prude, just please, be shrewd,
And Never make eggs in the nude.

It really ain't all clever
To expose your old fella
A full up pan sears ya man
An' leaves ya feelin' yella

So never make eggs in the nude
Never make eggs in the nude
Don't be like Frank who'll no more wank
Never make eggs in the nude.
Never make eggs in the nude.
Don't be like Frank who'll no more wank,
And never make eggs in the nude.

I don't really know what to say. I actually don't know what to say.

Quote: Bill Jaguar @ July 6 2011, 6:56 PM BST

I don't really know what to say. I actually don't know what to say.

Mission accomplished! Cool

I should point out I didn't find it funny, I just don't know what you want me to say about it.

Call it a long shot Bill but I'm guessing he wanted you to say if you liked the song and why, or if you didn't like the song and why, and maybe time permitting a comment on what could be improved/fixed.

Or maybe he wanted you to compare it to Morcambe & Wise and the two Ronnies and other Four Channel TV vault classics. Who knows eh?

Anyway, I'd need a frame of reference Bryan, I imagine to jaunty Irish folk music but I may be wrong. Is it put to any existing tune? It quite reminded me of the comedy tapes one of my mate's dad used to listen to in his car. Think comedy songs can be a bit retro, that said, fair play for seeing the idea through to the end.

That is a long shot you dastardly sniper you, but I still can't say anything about it. To me, it is just an extended, inconsistent poem. Well I suppose that is something, but other than that I cannot say anything about without hearing it. Is it possible to get a perforance on here?
Besides, this could be typical day for him for all we know.

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