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30-09-06, 11:54 PM
Bohemian Rhapsody - Weegie Version

Is this the real life, is it the methadone?
Stuck in the Gorbals, two bob fur the telephone?
Open yer wine an' talk wi' a whine like me.
Um just a weeji, gie us yer Sunny D.
Cos I'll chib yer pal, rip yer Da; slash yer dug, ride yer ma! Any
way the Clyde flows Disnae really mater tae me......tae me.

Haw Maw, just chibbed some bam,
Buckie bottle tae the heid,
An noo the f*ckin' b*stard's deid!
Haw Maw, Um just oan parole,
An noo I'm headin back tae Barlineeeee....

Haw Maw, ooh oohooh ooh,
Never meant tae steal yer purse,
But if I'm no fu' o' smack this time the morra'.
Carry oot, carry oot!
An we'll go oot oan the batter!

Too late, the bailiff's here,
Sends shivers doon ma spine,
Gubbed 10 jellies just in time.
Goodbye all ma muckers, I've got tae go,
Got tae go and rip some w*** fae up the scheme.
Haw Maw, ooh oohooh ooh
I'm a jakey bam, I sometimes think I've never been washed at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a bam,
Adidas! Adidas! Can ye get us a kergo?
Thunderbird, White Lightning, very very frightning to me! Twenty
Mayfair, Twenty Mayfair, Twenty Mayfair and some skins, Magnifico oh oh oh oh!

i'm just a fat boy, nae body loves me,
He's just a fat boy fae a fat family!
Spare us a pound fur a wee cup o tea?
Get tae f*ck, skanky slob, will ye get a job?

Forf*cksake, No! I will no' get a job! - Get a job! Forf*cksake, I
will no' get a job! - Get a job! Forf*cksake, Will you get a job?
Get a job! Will no' get a job, get a job! Will no' get a job, get a job!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.....

Oh gonorrhoea! gonorrhoea! gonorrhoea and the clap!
Then doon the pub, has the barman put aside for me?
For me, for meeeee!?

So you 'hink you can slash me and pish in my eye?
So ye 'hink ye can chib me an' leave me to die?
Haw b*****, can't dae this tae me b*****!
Just wait till I'm oot, just wait till I'm right oot ma nut!

F*ck all really matters, Any one can see,
F*ck all really matters, f*ck all really matters to me!
Any way the Clyde flows....

06-10-06, 02:30 PM
Lost fer words m8, ........................not like me. Just printed it out, goin' up on the notice board in the band hall.:thirsty: :thirsty: :thirsty: :thirsty:

Ya got anymore of those m8? Excellent stuff. 100 oota 100 fer originality, top of the class m8.

Heilan Mary
06-10-06, 02:42 PM
Great.LOL! If you want to hear this song go to http://www.glasgowsurvival.co.uk and select Belters, Sounds and the song is in there!:mlf:

Dai Robb
06-10-06, 03:23 PM
The trouble is you can hardly understand it, and I am a scot?, god help anyone else?

Pete Walen
06-10-06, 04:24 PM
Dai... hum the tune and say the words out loud... makes perfect sense. :bg:

Kinda like reading "Finegan's Wake" by James Joyce...:irishman:

Pete Walen
06-10-06, 04:37 PM
Then agin - theres this version...

Bohemian Curry

Naan-aa, just killed a man
Poppadom against his head
Had lime pickle, now he's dead.
Naan-aa, dinner just begun
But now I'm going to crap it all away.
Naan-aa, ooh-ooh
Didn't mean to make you cry,
Seen nothin' yet, just see the loo tomorrow,
Curry on, Curry on,
'cause nothing really madras.

Too late, my dinner's gone
Sends shivers up my spine
Rectum aching all the time.
Goodbye every bhaji, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and use the loo.
Naan-aa, ooh ooh,
This Dopiaza's mild,
I Sometimes wish we'd never come here at all...

(Guitar solo)

I see a little chicken tikka on the side,
Rogan Josh, Rogan Josh
pass the chutney made of mango.
Vindaloo does nicely
Nery very spicey
Biryani (Biryani)
Biryani (Biryani)
Biryani and a naan,
(A vindaloo loo looo...)

I've eaten balti, somebody help me
He's eaten balti, get him to a lavatory
Stand you well back
Cause this loo is quarantined.

Here it comes,
There it goes,
technicolor yawn.
I chunder
It's coming up again
(There he goes) I chunder
It's coming up again
(There he goes) It's coming up again, (Up again)
Coming up again (up again)
Here it comes again
(No no no no no non o no no No).
On my knees, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees
Oh there he goes
This vindaloo
Is about to wreck my guts
Poor me... Poor me... Poor meeeeeeeeeeeeee!

(Guitar solo)

So you think you can chunder and still it's
So you want to eat curry and drink beer all
Ohh maybe, now you'll puke like a baby,
Just had to come out,
Just had to come right out in here....

(Guitar solo)

Korma, saag or bhuna,
Balti, naan, bhaji.
Nothing makes a difference
Nothing makes a difference to me
(Anyway my wind blows.)

Dai Robb
06-10-06, 05:26 PM
You are joking Pete, if I said those words out loud in the House, the Wife would murder me.

Dai Robb
06-10-06, 05:28 PM
Oh and can we STOP these things please, I am sore laughing

Pete Walen
06-10-06, 05:33 PM
You are joking Pete, if I said those words out loud in the House, the Wife would murder me.

Then whisper them! :bg: I'm at the office - and have the advantage of being able to say them out loud and have not a soul with a clue what they mean!

America, the clue-less! :woohoo:

(ahm gonna get in truble fer that)

Dai Robb
06-10-06, 10:44 PM
definately a case of Hard hats on, Kevlar jackets zipped up and DUCK!!!!!