General Chat

And I dedicate this one specially to Tina ....................... Once upon a time there was a little white bull Very sad, because he was a little white bull (Little white bull) All the black bulls called him a coward Just 'cause he was white Only black bulls go to the bullring Only black bulls fight When he asked his mama if a little white bull (Little white bull) Ever had a chance of turning black His mama said, you silly little bull You're a pretty little bull You're my little bull So please don't ask me why, little bull You just ain't black! But this did not satisfy that little white bull (Little white bull) He was an exception to that little white rule (Little white rule) Everyday alone in the meadow, he'd find things to charge Till one day he really imagined, that his horns were large Bold as brass right then and then, the little white bull (Little white bull) Quickly found the nearest road to town And people said, what a funny little bull What a fluffy little bull, he's our little bull He marched along, a proud little bull And hit the town! It was the day of the bullfight, all the town were there Waiting to see the famous matador Trumpeters sounded a fanfare, tam-ta-da-dam-tam-taaa! Out from the throats of the crowd came a mighty roar Into the ring to the shout of a great olé (olé!) Came the parade, all prepared for a mighty fray Matadors and picadors and toreadors And who do you think as well? Trotting right behind them came the little white bull (The little white bull) How they laughed out loud to see the little white bull (Little white bull) Trotting 'round the giant arena, with his head up high Till the matador in the centre caught his tiny eye Charging right up to him went the little white bull (Little white bull) Charging twice and charging once again The matador cried, torro little bull! You're not a little bull, you're a brave little bull You're gonna be a great little bull The best in Spain! Then the crowd all shouted, torro little bull! You're not a little bull, you're a brave little bull You're gonna be a great little bull The best in Spain! So if you got a little bull, that's a white little bull It's quite possible that it might be the bull That's the best in Spain

Nooooooo!!!! Mandy, not that! Tommy Steele??? Shiney face? Tina x

I'll find you another Tina!!!!!!!............. LOL how about 'alf a sixpence? :-)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

I cheated Betty Boo ............... I was struggling with a few bits so I googled!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love all these daft songs from my childhood .......... never did have much taste!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;-)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Now I have moved on to this song LOL, it will be with me all night . Tina x

Oh Mandy I remember that sooo well, how did you remember all the words then?? Betty

'Both of us together One on each end and steady as we go.' Tried to shift it, couldn't even lift it We was getting nowhere And so we had a cuppa tea and 'Right,' said Fred, 'Give a shout for Charlie.' Up comes Charlie from the floor below. After strainin', heavin' and complainin' We was getting nowhere And so we had a cuppa tea. And Charlie had a think, and he thought we ought to take off all the handles And the things wot held the candles. But it did no good, well I never thought it would 'All right,' said Fred, 'Have to take the feet off To get them feet off wouldn't take a mo.' Took its feet off, even took the seat off Should have got us somewhere but no! So Fred said, 'Let's have a cuppa tea.' And we said, 'right-o.' 'Right,' said Fred, 'Have to take the door off Need more space to shift the so-and-so.' Had bad twinges taking off the hinges And it got us nowhere And so we had a cuppa tea and 'Right,' said Fred, ' Have to take the wall down, That there wall is gonna have to go.' Took the wall down, even with it all down We was getting nowhere And so we had a cuppa tea. And Charlie had a think, and he said, 'Look, Fred, I get a sort of feelin' If we remove the ceilin' With a rope or two we could drop the blighter through.' 'All right,' said Fred, climbing up a ladder With his crowbar gave a mighty blow. Was he in trouble, half a ton of rubble landed on the top of his dome. So Charlie and me had another cuppa tea And then we went home. (I said to Charlie, 'We'll just have to leave it Standing on the landing, that's all Trouble with Fred is, he's too hasty Never get nowhere if you're too hasty.') .............. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh they don't write 'em like they used to ............ trouble with songs today, there's no REAL message ...............LOL :-))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))