Silly songs

Okay. This is where the #1 man around here (me) sings stupid songs. No one else may, but, they can comment on them.

You better not pout,
you better not cry,
You better be good,
I'm telling you why,
General Stuart is coming to town.

He's making a hit list,
hitting people twice,
going to find out who's alive or not,
General Stuart's coming to town.

He knows where you are sleeping,
He knows when your awake,
He knows if he killed you or not,
So please run, for heaven sakes.

General Stuart is coming, to town.

what you do go home and think of other songs to put on here?

Pretty much.

Oppie the Rednose boy,
had a very shiney scalp,
And if you ever saw him,
you would be blind the rest of your life,

ANd all the other boys,
Used to laugh and call him names,
They never let poor Oppie,
Play in any boy games.

Then one foggy Christmas Day,
Stuart came to say,
"Here's a wig for your shiny head,
won't you start wearing it?"

Then all the boys loved it,
And they shouted out with glee,
And poor Oppie, finnally got some friends.

Oh my... I don't think if I want to know a song about me know...

be prepared for the worse.

thats a goood one.

Deck the halls with bowls of Coby,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to kill Coby,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Don't you know he's a wierdo,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
He thinks he's the best,
Wh-h-h-h-en he's not.

See the blazing hair of Oppie,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the blazing person now.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Give him lumps of coal while he is sleeping,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell you he's dead in a treasure box,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Fast away the old IBG is wearing,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new IBG, ye silly boys and girls,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Don't we see he is cracking,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Heedless of what he's saying,
We are going to hope this song stops.

IBG, there is something wrong with you.

Iron Brigade General wrote:

O Civilty_C O, Civility_C,
Your humor keeps us on topic.
O Civilty_C, O Civilty_C,
Your humor keeps us on topic.
They say you are the best;
They think you're beyond compare.
O, Civilty_C, O, Civilty_C,
Your humor keeps us on topic!

Hm... I like it! haha

Away in a manger, no bed for Stuart,
The little General Stuart laid down His bald head;
The stars in the sky looked away from him,
The little General Stuart, was asleep with the sheep.

Oppie are lowing like a cow, the poor Stuart wakes
But little General Stuart, and cried all night long.
You love yourself, General Stuart, and the only one that does.
And stay in your cradle till half past three.

Be near me, Stuart, I ask Thee to stay,
Close by me forever, so that way Civ can kick your butt!
Bless dear Oppie who is in a state of shock
And take us to the ballpark, to play with Thee there.

thats so... weird... hahaha

You know, your lucky I cant post any songs in here, or i would destroy you where you sing ahahahahahah!!!

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me
One shelter tent beneath a tree.
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Two corset covers
And a shelter tent beneath a tree.
On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Three hardtack crackers, (Cheap jerk!)
Two corset covers,
And a shelter tent beneath a tree.
On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Four pounds of salt pork,
Three hardtack crackers
Two corset covers,
And a shelter tent beneath a tree. (A spreading chestnut, no doubt.)
On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Fiiiiive crotchless drawers (Hold that note, ladies and gentlemen!)
Four pounds of salt pork,
Three hardtack crackers,
Two corset covers,
And a shelter tent beneath a tree.
On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Six foraged hens, (Deep breath.)
Five crotchless drawers, (Hmmm... ulterior motives?)
Four pounds of salt pork,
Three hardtack crackers,
Two corset covers,
and a shelter tent beneath a tree. (Ugh, bird poop!)
(Whew!)
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Seven pairs of cotton stockings,
Six foraged hens, (Stolen goods - I get stolen goods for Christmas?)
Five crotchless drawers,
Four pounds of salt pork,
Three hardtack crackers,
Two corset covers,
And a shelter tent beneath a tree.
On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eight buglers bugling (Must be Butterworth's troops.)
Seven pairs of cotton stockings (Oh, darn, a run! Where's the nail polish?)
Six foraged hens,
Fiiiiiiiiive crotchless drawers, (I'm starting to get into this!)
Four pounds of salt pork
Three hard tack crackers,
Two corset covers (Note: no corset to cover yet...)
And a shelter tent beneath a tree.
On the Ninth day of Christmas (Aren't we done yet?!?)
My true love gave to me
Nine hoops a hooping (Two petticoats - a six and three, ladies.)
Eight buglers bugling,
Seven pairs of cotton stockings,
Six foraged hens,
Fiiiiiiiive crotchless drawers,
Four pounds of salt pork, (I'm getting fat.)
Three hardtack crackers,
Two corset covers,
And a shelter tent beneath a tree. (No farby brass grommets for me!)
On the Tenth day of Christmas (We're almost there!)
My true love gave to me
Ten Virginia reels a-reeling, (He'd have to be reeling!)
Nine hoops a-hooping,
Eight buglers bugling
Seven pairs of cotton stockings
Six foraged hens,
Fiiiiiiiive crotchless drawers,
Four pounds of salt pork,
Three hardtack crackers (Geez, is this tacky or what??)
Two corset covers,
And a shelter tent beneath a tree. (Great. More bird poop.)
On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eleven Zouaves a-guarding (But no handsome ones :-[ )
Ten Virginia reels a-reeling,
Nine hoops a-hooping, (Biiig skirts!)
Eight buglers bugling,
Seven pairs of cotton stockings,
Six foraged hens,
Fiiiiiive crotchless underwear, (Yup - ulterior motives!)
Four pounds of salt pork,
Three hardtack crackers, (Cheap and tacky!)
Two corset covers,
And a shelter tent beneath a tree.
One last time, altogether now, and with gusto:
On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve Union Cavalry Charges, (Successful, of course.)
Eleven Zouaves a-guarding, (Love those pretty red britches!)
Ten Viginia reels a-reeling, (Now I'm the one reeling.)
Nine hoops a-hooping, (How do I sit down in these things?!?)
Eight buglers bugling (What, no drums?)
Seven pairs of cotton stockings, (No nail polish -- can't farb things up here!)
Six foraged hens, (All stringy roosters and no eggs.)
Fiiiiiiiiive crothchless drawers (Gasp, gasp.)
Four pounds of salt pork (Ugh. I'm really getting tired of this stuff!)
Three hardtack crackers, (Really, really cheap!)
Two corset covers, (Like, where's my corset?)
And a shelter tent beneath a tree...(Lots of bird poop now but no darn brass!)


I would have required 12 pounds of Rolaids for all that salt pork. Barf! - Jonah

How long did it take you to type tha up ahahahhahaha.

Its called copy and paste smart guy.

Oh,.................I KNEW THAT!!

riiiight

Ok so I didnt , so what.

Oh nothing

Take it as a complement Civ, he thought you were smart enough to come up with all of that by yourself.

And so far, IBG has substituted me for Santa and Jesus in his "carols" lol.... so I'm a saint and a king at the same time!

Don't fill his mind IBG!!!

No, I was showing what a humble person you are Stuart. I could have used Oppie. haha (not) and, no posting songs on here Civ. Go to time out. jk.

oooooooo Civ broke a rule! lol So, you think I'm humble, IBG? ok.....thnx