UGSAS Reunion - Song Sheet
:DHi Guy's,
The first UGSAS reunion is set for Aug - thanks to all that helped get it off the ground. I strongly suspect it will be a 'Park Circus night of Shame'. In preparation can I ask for any help out there with a song sheet for the evening's light entertainment? After a 'few' year like most of you I can recall some of the words but collectively I recon we can remember all the words to the favourite Ballads drifting across Park Circus..........:mad: So..............can I get the ball rolling with - " The Doggies Party" The Doggies Party. The doggies had a party They came from near and far And some they came by aeroplane And some they came by car And when they all arrived They signed the doggies book And each unzipped his arsehole And hung it on a hook. One dog was not invited This sorely hurt his ire He walked into the party And loudly shouted FIRE! The doggies they did panic Without a second look They grabbed the nearest arsehole From off the nearest hook The doggies they were grieved It hurt them very sore To wear another aresehole They’d never worn before And that’s the only reason A dog will leave his bone To sniff another’s arsehole To see if it’s his own. Signed. Fido.:E Excuse me if I got missed my words here, it';s been a few years and way too many units of alcohol since I paid my last mess bill at Park Circus. 47 entry was the BEST :D:cool::yuk::ok: Big Sand |
Thanks for starting this thread. The Sqn is currently severley lacking in its singing ability and needs your help!
The only song with UGSAS in the title I know of is: I don't want to join the Air Force I don't want to go to war I'd rather hang around Kelvinbridge Underground Living off the earnings of a high class lady I don't want to take it up the arsehole I don't want my bollocks shot away (shot away) I'd rather be in UGSAS, In bonnie bonnie UGSAS Than fornicate my fricking life away, cor blimey. Does anyone remember the same tume being used for: On Monday I touched her on the ankle On Tuesday I touched her on the knee On Wednesday I confess, I lifted up her dress On Thursday she touched me cor blimey On Friday I put my hand upon it On Saturday she gave my balls a squueze (balls a squeeze) And on Sunday after supper I rammed the .... etc Come on chaps, lets hear some more!!! |
Aye. I've got 'em all at home...prob the same "song book" you have Weegy One.
However, does anyone remember the "tune" PJ (S Phelps-Jones) used to sing after a sherbert..went a bit like this..ahem... "Last night I contemplated Masturbation, Tonight I shall repeat the operation, With long stokes, finger and thumb, finger and thumb to make me cum, And short strokes, back of the hand, back of the hand to make me stand.... Some poelpe say that sexuaaaal intercourrrrrse is graaaaand... But for personal satisfaction, I prefer to use my hand!" |
Weegy,
Seem to remember the second verse went rather like this: On Monday I rammed the f**cker up her On Tuesday I rammed the f**cker up her On Wednesday I confess I rammed the f**cker up her On Thursday...you guessed it! As southern UAS shandy-swillers, UGSAS/ELUAS/ADStAUAS (as was - RIP!) didn't feature on our radar much, but the following song about OUAS could be modified I suppose: Don't bend down when Oxford are around, Or you'll get a willy up your a**e They'll keep going, they won't start slowing Until their knob-ends are red and glowing They'll hug you, they'll squeeze you, Do anything to please you, Until they find a hole that fits, But we're true fighters, We're not queer blighters, Oxford are bum-ban-dits Or the somewhat reversionary: Oxford Oxford in the sky Living proof that **** can fly! TOTD |
The Bulldog Song
Hi Torque,
Thanks for that contribution - expect a bomb through the door from the 'British League Of Feminists' mate :ok: Here's one that got a good airing every Thursday night in Park Circus - The Bulldog Song. By the aircraft mentioned it's decidedly early 80's vintage but hey some of these crates are still doing their bit for Blair and country - amazing. :ugh: Come on all you UGSAS chaps out there. Between us we could pull together a great Hymn sheet if those Thursday nights in Park Circus were anything to go by. I distinctly remember that 47 entry had some 'Rugger Buggers' that knew all the words to all the songs. Does anyone know 'The Chicago Department Store' song - that had some superb lyrics.............can anyone out there help? In the meantime...................The Bulldog Song........... The Bulldog Song. Give me my Lycoming 4 pots , 2 mags and a fan If the prop stops Glide at 75knots And don’t forget to call PAN The BULLDOG’S a steely machine To fly one you’ve got to be keen With things aerobatic They’re bloody fantastic It’s THE plane in which to be seen So give me my ………….. Please don’t make me fly the HAWK The last one I saw hit a yacht And if you’ve got to wear goon suits And G-suits with leg-loops I’d rather get out and walk So give me my ………….. The JAGUAR is a bit of a joke A twin jet but really no poke An industrial rake-off Needs reheat for take-off Lose a donk and you’re in for a soak So give me my ………….. My PHANTOM’s compressor’s gone bang The QRA bell it just rang It flies with a Nav And no bloody lav And a couple of seats that go bang So give me my ………….. Please don’t make me fly BUCCANEER They say the Nav’s are all queers The wings are so stressed That there way past their best Better stay on the ground and drink beers So give me my ………….. The NIMROD well it’s not for me It’s too bloody fond of the sea It flies on one donk And it made ‘Galletly’ honk And it’s limit is 2.5g So give me my ………….. The HARRIER it flies up and down It’s always quite close to the ground In dog fighting when viffing It’s really quite spiffing And the Argies are all in the pond So give me my ………….. One day I may fly the JP I hope it’s not the Mark 3 The 5 is much nicer With pressurised de-icer And ‘Eric’ the axe to chop me So give me my ………….. Don’t give me the CFI’s HERC They’ll leave you right there in the lurch The open the back And give you a pat And you hope that your parachute works So give me my ………….. The CANBERRA it flies ECM Pretending to be one on them Or the targets that they tow Are fired on by NATO I’d rather be me and not them So give me my ………….. Dedicated to the UAS’s finest mount – The Scottish Aviation Bulldog T.Mk 1. “Made in Prestwick from girders” Big Sand (Golf 101) :E |
Big Sand,
Here are a few of the Chicago Department Store verses - there are many others, lost in the alcoholic haze... Carpet she wanted, shagged she got Nails she wanted, nailed she got Pins she wanted, screwed she got Lift she wanted, shafted she got Kitkat she wanted, four fingers she got Ruler she wanted, twelve inches she got Hen she wanted, cock she got or, for football fans of the mid-90s Schmeichel she wanted, Seaman she got Just in case Women's Lib are having palpitations, I won't even start on the 'Jamboree at the Tampax Factory' song! (nor the VD song, nor 'Would you like to sit on my face?'...) TOTD |
Big Sand, not UGSAS, but vaguely remember many a happy hour in the UBAS bar singing the Department Store song.
A few other verses you may care to belt out at top volume (with absolutely no apologies whatsoever to the easily offended :E) Sports bag - sports bag she wanted head she got .... Airline ticket - Aer Lingus she wanted, cunnilingus she got .... Cooker - cooker she wanted split ring she got .... Front door - front door she wanted back door she got .... My memory is playing tricks on me at the moment, so I shall post any more as I remember them. Oh and tell the easily offended they can come out from behind the sofa now :} |
Hi Melchett,
Some great verses there mate and thanks. If you can think of any more they would be greatly appreciated. Obviously, UBAS and UGSAS have a similar high standard of mess humour :ouch: Ran into and ex UBAS lad at my flying club - good bloke and a good pilot. Here's another verse: A deep drilled bore hole in Bavaria she wanted. "Mein Schaft" she got There's lots more out there...........can anyone help? Big Sand:E |
BS.
Do you remember the fine UGSAS rendition of "Daisy"? |
The little known third verse to 'I Don't Want to Join the Air Force':
On Monday I had her on the carpet, On Tuesday I had her on the stair, On Wednesday, I admit, I sucked upon her tit, On Thursday she gave me a blow job, On Friday she tie me to the bed post, On Saturday she whipped me til I bled! On Sunday, after supper, I gave her to me papa, And now I'm trying to get the poor bitch back. Cor Blimey!:ok: |
OrgMC
Nice one matey. You have a great singing voice!. Are you going to the Aug 4th - night of shame?:ok: Big Sand. |
Brilliant night! My heed still hurts!
Great to see all you guys! I haven't laughed as much in years. |
Betty,
Great to see you too on Saturday night! We 'spun in' around 12.30hrs but I gather there were some antics later?! Some great blokes at the reunion and great to catch up. Well done to the OC and studes for putting on a nice evening! Big Sand |
Sand,
Aye antics all night. One to remember! Good to see you too. May take you up on the offer of a trip!!! bs |
Curious that UGSAS had to plagiarise all the MASUAS songs: couldn't you think of any of your own? ;)
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