Here are lyrics we used during the 12 day period.
COURSE 17 (LAND OF HOPE AND DREAMS) /CREDIT : PETE/
CHORUS:
We are Course 17
The land of hope and dreams
Coz we are Course 17
We are all nice not mean
Here on Course 17
We are polite not mean
On Course 17
We are the best that can be seen here on NYT
VERSE 1:
There's Simon he will take you to his bedroom at first sight
If you are lucky, you might even spend the night.
There's Phoebe who came late,
But she (love to masturbate) / is our mate
Edwin broke his G-String
He loves to wear a bra
Natalie in Mafia will not go very far
Poor little Beth, her toes tragic death
BRIDGE:
Course 17 never goes wrong
Ding Dong
Sing Song
King Kong
Thing Thong
Ping Pong
CHORUS AGAIN
VERSE 2:
David he is just one of us
But his real name is SPARTACUS (blowing of horns)
Roz is the one who taught us how to flank
Deptford High Street is quite rank
Oh my god I can't believe it we've never been this far from home
From our window, we can see the Dome
Make Cass feel special there's a present on the seat
Always remember veal is one more meat
Our many trips to Cutty Sark
And all of our parties after dark
Dear old Emily, she loves her passion fruit
When she sees a crane, she thinks its quite a hoot
Ah ah ah ah Staying Alive,
Imogen loves chickens which is really rather foul
Septisemia from Henna made Chris scowl
Cass is old enough to be our mum
She likes to read the A to Z for fun
Funnyman Pete is the end of a leg,
If your looking for Ian he'll be at the bottom of the keg
Of the keg
CHORUS x 2
I LIKE BIRDS (BY THE EELS) /CREDIT : CAT/
I can't look at the rocket launch
The trophy wives of the astronauts
And I won't listen to their words
'Cause I like
Birds
I don't care for walking down town
Crazy auto-car gonna mow me down
Look at all the people like cows in a herd
Well, i like
Birds
If your small and on a search
I've got a feeder for you to perch on
I can't stand in line at the store
The mean little people are such a bore
But it's alright if you act like a turd
'Cause I like
Birds
If your small and on a search
I've got a feeder for you to perch on
I HAVE BEEN TOLD
I have been told
Water dripping from a stone
Will it find itself a
Home? Home? Home? Home?
x 2
MAGNIFICENT MEN IN THEIR FLYING MACHINES
Those magnificent men in their flying machines
They go up-diddly-up up
They go down-diddly-down-down
They entrance all the ladies
And steal all the scenes
With their up-diddly-up up
And their down-diddly-down-down
Up, Down. Flying Around.
Looping the loop and defying the ground.
They're all frightfully keen
Those magnificent men in their flying machines.
MERCEDES BENZ
Oh lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all got Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime with no help from my friends
So lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
Oh lord won't you buy me a colour TV?
Dialling for dollars is tryna find me
I wait for delivery each day until three
So lord won't you buy me a colour TV?
Oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town?
I'm counting on you lord, please don't let me down
Prove that you love me and buy the next round
Oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town?
Oh lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all got Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime with no help from my friends
So oh lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
WINGS OF A DOVE
Oh for the wings, the wings of a dove
To be born with the speed of the gale
Up and still upwards to sail
And to gaze on the fray from the clouds above