To the tune of "Hey Hey We're the Monkees"
Here we are
Walking down the street
Get the funniest looks from
Everyone we meet
BA and the Postgrads
Everyone thinks we're mad
We're too busy for working
Making up our jokes so bad
To the tune of "I should be so lucky"
When we go down the car parks
We leave our greasy pawmarks
To really let the people know
I should eat Kentucky
Tucky tucky tucky
I should eat Kentucky fried chicken
(sung whilst in vicinity of Ying Wah chinese takeaway, Bangor, Wales)
To the tune of "The Ying Tong Song"
Oh, Ying Wah, Ying Wah, Ying Wah, Ying Wah,
Ying Wah Chichen & Chips....
(repeated as required)
(to the tune of "We don't want no education". Reichel Hall is one of the student residences in Bangor University)
We don't need no Reichel Custard
We don't need no cardboard toast
Soggy chips and lumpy gravy
Hey Students - leave those chips alone!
All in all it's just a - dinner time in the hall
(written by Geoff during his colourful but abortive attempt at teaching)
It's not my fault,
He put us through it
And you can see what that's achieved.
It's not my fault,
I didn't plan it.
I hardly ran it,
Though my defence looks ill-conceived.
The only line I've got rehearsed
In case suspicion hits me first
Is he made me do it,
It's not my fault
Don't look at me.
But still - I get the blame.
It's just the same
Like an award, it's passed on to me.
But still - I get the blame.
It's such a shame
I'm not ignored, like I used to be.
It's not my fault,
He won't admit it.
My face should fit it
I've turned up in a handy place.
It's not my fault,
He made me do it
I can see through it
And why act like I'm in disgrace?
I've used excuses, now I find
It's more direct to use the line
He made me do it,
It's not my fault
Don't look at me.
Anybody got this one?