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The Mockery Song
02:21
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I love to laugh at you
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha
I love to laugh at you
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha
When you do the things you do
It's funny so I laugh at you
Laughter's never mirth undue
When it's laughter laughed at you
I love to laugh at you...
Though I might feel bad for you
There's no hope I might subdue
The laughs at you I break into
The laughs I laugh at you
I love to laugh at you...
The things you do make laughs debut
Laughs follow you like one then two
Cause and effect you can't undo
That's the law of laughs at you
I love to laugh at you...
I'll laugh a belly laugh or two
I'll chuckle and I'll snicker too
Hearty guffaws I'll have a few
I'll laugh these laughs at you
I love to laugh at you...
If you protest my laughs at you
I'll find your protests funny too
Either way - catch 22!
I'm gonna laugh at you
I love to laugh at you...
I laugh until my face turns blue
I laugh so much I need the loo
So many laughs exhaust me, phew
So many laughs at you
I love to laugh at you...
If my laughs make you sad, boo hoo
At you my laughs can't but accrue
Such funny laughs I never knew
As those I laugh at you
I love to laugh at you...
I'll LOL at you it's true
ROFTL will ensue
LMAO with all my crew
I'll lawl lawl lawl at you
I love to laugh at you...
I'll ha and ho and hee and hoo
Like this: "ha ha" "ho ho" "hee hoo"
I'll snort (snort) then I'll laugh anew
And it's all thanks to you
I love to laugh at you...
I laugh and laugh and laugh at you
I laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh at you
Laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh you
Did I mention I'll laugh at you?
I love to laugh at you...
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2. |
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If you like me
(and you do)
If you'd like to
follow through
If you think I'm
rather fine
There's a stink you're
gonna find
You may fancy
me that way
But it's chancy
let me say
I can't restrain try
as I may
My spicy methane
gas bouquet
My farts are just
My farts are just
the price you've got to pay
Those wretched gusts,
Those poopy thrusts
of air will waft your way
If you're disgusted
Or remain nonplussed,
bowel gas is gonna spray.
My farts are just
the price you've got to pay
Your eyes may deem me
stunning, yes
Dreamy, steamy
in excess
But eyes are blind to
odours rank
Your nose may find too
much my stank
Your ears may find my
voice sublime,
But ears don't mind
odours, I'm
Warning your sense
olfactòry
My butt's a real smell
factory
My farts are just
My farts are just
the price you've got to pay
Those wretched gusts,
Those poopy thrusts
of air will waft your way
If you're disgusted
Or remain nonplussed,
bowel gas is gonna spray.
My farts are just
the price you've got to pay
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3. |
The lowest prices of all
03:39
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4. |
Thor
02:15
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Mighty mighty Thor, god of thunder
(with your golden hair)
With your hammer split the world asunder
(like you just don't care)
God of thunder, mighty mighty Thor
(mighty Thor!)
Teach me please to be more hardcore
(teach him please to be more hardcore)
Thunder thunder mighty might Thor god
(with your hair so fine)
Before your might could we be any more awed
(with your hair divine)
God of thunder, mighty mighty Thor
(mighty Thor!)
Teach me please to be more hardcore
(teach him please to be more hardcore)
Thor!
Over the world you menacing tower
Thor!
Beneath your hammer strikes we cower
Thor!
Teach me the secrets of your power
Thor!
Teach me to be the man of the hour
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5. |
It's you, music, you!
03:17
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Lyrics:
Why else would we get up in the morning,
if not to hum your sweet and catchy tunes?
Tap our feet in ones and twos and threes and fours,
again and again and again and again, again!
Sweet music!
It's you, music, you!
You we sing! Else who?
Sweet music!
We never sing anything else!
It's you, too, that we danced to, we're entranced to, we fancy you!
It's you, music you, yes it's you, you, you, you, it's you!
People throw festivals just about you,
They stay out late in crappy bars!
It wasn't the sirens, no, no, no, it was the song!
It was the catchy hooks that get stuck in our heads so long!
Sweet music!
It's you, music, you!
You we sing! Else who?
Sweet music!
We never sing anything else!
It's you, too, that we danced to, we're entranced to, we fancy you!
It's you, music you, yes it's you, you, you, you, it's you!
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Malcolm Sailor Montreal, Québec
My name is Malcolm Sailor and I’m a composer and pianist living in Montreal. You can hear some of my other projects at the links below. I’m also a piano and music theory teacher serving all ages. I can be reached at malcolm dot sailor at gmail dot com.
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