08-11-2006, 07:08 AM
Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we're in the mood --
Cold jelly and custard!
Pease pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys --
In-di-gestion!
Food Glorious Food, Oliver!
Look at her a prisoner of the gutters.
Condemed by every sylable she utters.
By law she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue.
Why Can't The English Teach Their Children How To Speak?, My Fair Lady.
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we're in the mood --
Cold jelly and custard!
Pease pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys --
In-di-gestion!
Food Glorious Food, Oliver!
Look at her a prisoner of the gutters.
Condemed by every sylable she utters.
By law she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue.
Why Can't The English Teach Their Children How To Speak?, My Fair Lady.