I was having a Dire Straits moment yesterday when the thought popped into my head: it should be Consultants of Swing.
This got me thinking, what else? I Want to Hold Your Gland is disqualified on grounds of being about 57 years old.
I was quite please with Please Police Me until Spotify told me that at least two people got there before me.
Don’t Look Back in Bangor?
(I Can’t Get No) Fascist Action?
Don’t Let the Son Go Down on Me?
Over to you…———–>
I Got You Bare
Something In The Fair
Friday On My Mindless
Heartaches By The Slumber
Love Me Don’t
Who’s Lorry Now
Snot Fade Away
Livin’ Lovin’ Shrek
“Remain In Sight” by Stalking Heads
I’m thinking there’s a reason you’re an editor and not a writer, Mike.🤔 ‘Folderol’, though. 👏
I’m a writer with nothing to say = editor.
Those who can, do. Those who can’t, become publishers.
Etc.
A great editor though, is worth its weight in gold. How many ounces do you weigh?
His or her weight please. It is a curious paradox that as I leave my great editor days further and further behind, the ounces total increases.
Quiet In Cell Block Number 9
Can’t Help Falling In Hove
… I got nuthin’.
Climb every woman
Shopfitters of the world unite
Mental machine music!
Ox tongue baby
Climb every woman. (Tips 🎩 )
Whole Lotta Lunch
One of the The Smiths singles had “Are You Loathsome Tonight?” on the run-off groove.
In the days when they were hopeless and poor, I just liked them more.
A Hard Dave Knight
Baby, You’re in Richmond.
While My Cattarh Greatly Weeps.
It’s Only Folderol But I Like It.
While my guitar gently seeps.
Hippy hippy sheikh.
Hole in my pants.
In the gecko.
I Can See Your Piles.
Wichita Slime Man.
The Name Of This Blog Is Talking Tripe
Stop Making Spoons
Knackered
Hippy Hippy Replacements
All Along The Pocketwatch
Dr. Hook Of Holland
God Save The Queensbury Rules
Shot Legs & Busted Ankles
It’s Snot Unusually
Allwoman Brothers
Folderol Over Beethoven.
Folderol Away The Stone
Folderol to Me.
Hey nonny nonny Joe
Folderol With It
“The greatest rock ‘n’ roll band in the world, The Folderoling Stones!”
How Wrong
Prance Away
We are arse
Please tease me
Host Town
Sprocket Man
Love Will Tear Us a New One
Making Prams For Nigel
Janie Moans
Working For The Yankee Dogger
Love Lift Us Up Where Wimbledon
It’s All Over Nowt
Highway To Hilligdon
Whole Lotta Tea Cosy
It’s a Long Way To The Shops If You Want A Sausage Roll
Sex n Drugs n Sausage Rolls
Bod Gave Saisage Rolls To You
Our little tribe of wits at college once had a whole “sausage roll for rock n roll” chart published in Sounds. 2 of the above featured, but I wish we’d had “Bod Gave Sausage Rolls To You.”
Closely followed, rather coincidentally as it turns out, by a rock fuelled “bus ” chart.
Ain’t no bus in the heart of the city
Bus, please don’t go.
etc.
How we laughed.
Bus On The Water
Bod gave sausage rolls to you is a triumph.
Fleas Please Me
I Feel Mine
Here, There and Tableware
I think it was the Beano who had a two characters singing the tender ballad “Tonight I sellotape my gloves to you”.
@black-celebration
The Beano!!?? That sort of thing didn’t have when I was a member of the Gnasher Fan(g) club.
The Beano has always been there when it comes to pop music. Joan Armatrading was a special guest in a Tom, Dick and Sally strip once.
I remember the Bash Street Kids singing ‘we all live in a purple tambourine’
When other celebrities appeared in strips, the names were changed to ward off m’learned friends. So you got David Sussex, Elvis Stardust and the like. Each time they appeared with flares and star shaped sunglasses. This is occasionally seen in Viz in the form of Rick Spangle – a generic music biz svengali character.
(I Can’t Get No) Sanitation
Where Did Our Loaf Go?
Crust Never Sleeps
Poxy Lady
Pox on the run
Poxy Poxy
And in the literature stakes, Pox in Sox.
I really didn’t try very hard, in retrospect.
How nice to wake up to all this quality content. Thank you for the musing.
You could have at least put some shorts on.
You wanna spoil everyone’s fun?
Divan De Mansion – Old Irish Rapper
Sculpture Scrubs
Malice Cooped up in Skool – Teachers Pet
Lease Lease Me A House
Pizzy Piss Pizzy
A Shard Days Tightarse
Try Me A Driver
And one we all sang, the old TRB fave, altogether now:
2 4 6 8 master….
What?
Cruet To Be Kind
I Love The Sound Of Breaking Wind
A golden oldie from Bonnie Tyler.
Nothing I can do with a Bicycle Clip Up The Arse.