Oh, Mike Jordan’s the man with the tavern in town, In Barnstaple he’s known, but his luck’s runnin’ down. On Mondays he gathers ‘round the table to play, With Danny, Stacey, Matt, Bailey, Ryan, and Sam—oh what a day! *(Chorus)* Oh, Mike Jordan, he’s the man with the plan, But his pet Sean goes all in, ruins his hand! He’s losin’ his chips, losin’ his respect, And Nicola sends him to bed, oh what the heck! Now Mike’s got a strategy, he’s sharp as a knife, But Sean’s at the table, causin’ trouble and strife. “Fold!” cries Mike, but Sean’s got no clue, He pushes his chips, and Mike’s feelin’ blue. *(Chorus)* Oh, Mike Jordan, he’s the man with the plan, But his pet Sean goes all in, ruins his hand! He’s losin’ his chips, losin’ his respect, And Nicola sends him to bed, oh what the heck! Danny’s got a straight, Stacey’s got a pair, Matt’s bluffin’ hard, but Sean’s in the air. Ryan’s laughin’, Sam’s takin’ the pot, Mike’s just cryin’, ‘cause Sean’s lost the plot. *(Bridge)* Now the tavern’s in stitches, the laughter won’t end, Mike’s reputation’s gone, thanks to his friend. Sean’s tail’s waggin’, he’s havin’ a ball, While Mike’s just wonderin’, “Why did I bring him at all?” *(Chorus)* Oh, Mike Jordan, he’s the man with the plan, But his pet Sean goes all in, ruins his hand! He’s losin’ his chips, losin’ his respect, And Nicola sends him to bed, oh what the heck! *(Verse 3)* Now Nicola’s waitin’, she’s shakin’ her head, “Mike, it’s bedtime, no more tears,” she said. He’s cryin’ ‘bout losin’, his pride’s hit the floor, While Sean’s on the sofa, just snorin’ some more. *(Chorus)* Oh, Mike Jordan, he’s the man with the plan, But his pet Sean goes all in, ruins his hand! He’s losin’ his chips, losin’ his respect, And Nicola sends him to bed, oh what the heck! *(Outro)* So if you’re in Barnstaple on a Monday night, Head to the tavern for a card game delight. But don’t bet on Mike, ‘cause Sean’s in the mix, And Nicola’s waitin’ with her bedtime tricks! Oh, Mike Jordan, he’s the man with the plan, But his pet Sean goes all in, ruins his hand! He’s losin’ his chips, losin’ his respect, And Nicola sends him to bed, oh what the heck!
My old man's a dustman
English
Humorous and light-hearted, with elements of frustration and camaraderie.
Ideal for social gatherings or lively pub nights, particularly during card games or similar activities.
The song employs a simple verse-chorus structure typical of folk music, utilizing rhyme and rhythm to enhance its comedic storytelling elements.
[Verse] Underneath the willow tree's shade Eyes glistened in the light summer fade Barefoot whispers in fields of thyme Your hand fits perfectly Fingers intertwined [Chorus] Oh The rush The careless bloom Hearts racing under the waxing moon Every stolen laugh Every stolen glance Time holds still in this tender dance [Verse] The old gravel road We’d traced it slow Wildflowers bloomed where the soft winds blow Barely a word Yet everything’s clear In quiet moments Love draws near [Bridge] A melody hums where words should be Soft as the ripple of the distant sea The world is louder But in our sphere It’s just you Just me—it’s all we hear [Chorus] Oh The rush The careless bloom Hearts racing under the waxing moon Every stolen laugh Every stolen glance Time holds still in this tender dance [Verse] Seasons roll by But this remains Love stitched in the lines of our fleeting gains The younger days may someday fade But the song of us It will not parade
As I was goin' over The Cork and Kerry Mountains I saw Captain Tilly And her treats, she was countin' I first produced my biscuit I then produced my pastry I said, “Stand and deliver, oh, Or the devil he may take ye!” Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da Whack for my tummy, oh Whack for my tummy, oh There's treats in the jar, oh I took all of her cookies And they were oh so plenty I took all of her chocolates Yeah, and brought them home so cheery She swore that she loved me No, never would she trick me But the devil take that baker, oh, For you know she fooled me easy Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da Whack for my tummy, oh Whack for my tummy, oh There's treats in the jar, oh Being stuffed and sleepy I went to Tilly's chamber Munchin’ all the candy Never thinkin’ there was danger For about six or maybe seven Yeah, in walked Captain Tilly I jumped up, dropped my donuts And I begged her for some mercy Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da Whack for my tummy, oh Whack for my tummy, oh There's treats in the jar, oh Now some men like their fishing And some men like the fowlin’ And some men like to hear To hear the kettles boilin’ Me, I like snackin' ‘Specially in the kitchen corner But here I am in trouble Tilly caught me with my plunder! Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da Whack for my tummy, oh Whack for my tummy, oh There's treats in the jar, oh Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
[Verse] Through hazy mists on hills so wide The heather sways Our hearts abide Fields of green Where tales were spun Underneath the fading sun [Verse 2] The stone walls whisper ancient cries Of battles fought ‘neath moody skies The fiddle larks and pipes still call To sons and daughters One and all [Chorus] Oh Carry me to Erin’s shore Where rolling waves and hearts adore The clover grows The winds do sigh Beneath the weeping Endless sky [Verse 3] By lantern’s light The stories told Of hungry times and hearts so bold The spirits rise in amber glow Through laughter bright They heal the woe [Bridge] The raven calls from cliffs so stark The moon bears witness in the dark With sorrow’s weight We still will sing A hymn of hope through everything [Verse 4] When morning breaks We face the land With calloused palms and trembling hands Yet joy bursts forth like winter’s melt For love lives strong where roots are felt
[Verse] Ryszard Ptasiński Mąż wielkiej cnoty W Starachowicach imię ma wielkie Człowiek honoru Mistrz jednej roboty Gdy sprzęt zawodzi Bez niego bieda wszelka [Verse 2] Komputer Serwer Czy laptop na stole Każdy się kłania Gdy Ryszard przybywa W Giga-Net siedzi Tam jego chwały pole Tam siła rozumu w każdej chwili ożywa [Chorus] Ryszardzie Mistrzu Ratuj nasz świat Bo technologia czasem strasznie płata figle Twoje dłonie cuda czynią raz po raz W ich ruchach czujemy wirtualne skrzydła [Bridge] Opowiadają Że czasem w podziemiach Z wirusami walczy jak rycerz w bitwie Jego klawiatura błyszczy w promieniach A my liczymy na dalsze perspektywy [Verse 3] Gdy zasilacz spali Ekran ciemny w ciszy Wtedy Ryszard wkracza niczym heros z bajki Starachowicki geniusz Co każdy to przyzna Zawsze znajdzie sposób Naprawy tajniki [Chorus] Ryszardzie Mistrzu Znowu nas ratuj Technologia bez ciebie jest jak ocean burzy Twoje serce bije w takt klawiatury Bez twojej mądrości nikt nas nie wzburzy
[Verse] 1776, pen hits the scroll, freedom on deck Gotta flex on King George, his neck we check Thomas J with the bars, fire quill, no slack Wrote it down, revolution, ain't no turning back [Chorus] Life and liberty, pursuit of our dreams Self-evident truths, we rise in streams No crown, no chains, we breaking the seams Declaration vibes, busting at the beams [Verse] "Yo King, we done," thirteen saying nah Tyranny crumbling, we coming for flaws A country being born from rebellion and law Ben Franklin in the cut, lightning in his claw [Bridge] Parchment power, the ink don’t smudge Freedom's a case, and you can't misjudge We gone pledge our lives, pockets, and our souls United we stand, breaking through the molds [Verse] Taxing our tea? Nah, we ain't that meek Boston threw a party, harbor smelling unique Crispus in the streets, history runs deep Standing on liberty, haters take a leap [Chorus] Life and liberty, pursuit of our dreams Self-evident truths, we rise in streams No crown, no chains, we breaking the seams Declaration vibes, busting at the beams
*Verse 1* Every night in the tavern, I see them all, Laughing and drinking, having a ball. Nicola’s smile, it lights up the room, With Sean at my feet, chasing the broom. Jeff and Gary, they’re always near, Sharing a pint, spreading good cheer. The pool table’s busy on Sunday night, And poker on Monday feels just right. *Chorus* My tavern will go on, Through quizzes and pints, it’s never gone. Five pounds on Friday, the crowd’s alive, Saturday’s buzzing, we’re thriving and jive. San Miguel in hand, the staff’s the best, In Barnstaple’s tavern, we’re truly blessed. My tavern will go on, and on, and on… *Verse 2* Tuesday nights, the quizzes begin, Teams are laughing, everyone wins. Nicola’s by my side, my guiding light, Together we keep the mood just right. Sean’s wagging tail, he’s part of the crew, Jeff and Gary, they’re loyal and true. The pool cues click, the cards are dealt, In this little tavern, there’s no one else. *Chorus* My tavern will go on, Through quizzes and pints, it’s never gone. Five pounds on Friday, the crowd’s alive, Saturday’s buzzing, we’re thriving and jive. San Miguel in hand, the staff’s the best, In Barnstaple’s tavern, we’re truly blessed. My tavern will go on, and on, and on… *Bridge* Near, far, wherever they are, The locals come, from near and far. The bar is warm, the laughter’s strong, In this little tavern, we all belong. Nicola’s love, it keeps me strong, With Sean by my side, we can’t go wrong. Jeff and Gary, they’re always here, With every pint, we conquer fear. *Chorus* My tavern will go on, Through quizzes and pints, it’s never gone. Five pounds on Friday, the crowd’s alive, Saturday’s buzzing, we’re thriving and jive. San Miguel in hand, the staff’s the best, In Barnstaple’s tavern, we’re truly blessed. My tavern will go on, and on, and on… *Outro* My tavern will go on, Through laughter and love, it’s never gone. With Nicola, Sean, Jeff, and Gary too, This little tavern’s a dream come true. My tavern will go on, and on, and on....
*Verse 1* Mike Jordan, walkin’ through the door, Mike Jordan, the man we all adore. He’s got a deck of cards and a quiz in hand, Runnin’ the best little tavern in the land. *Verse 2* Mike Jordan, poker on Monday night, Mike Jordan, the stakes are just right. He’s dealin’ the cards, with a grin so sly, And Sean’s by his feet, keepin’ an eye. *Chorus* Mike Jordan, oh-oh-oh, the tavern man, Mike Jordan, oh-oh-oh, he’s got the plan. With poker on Monday and quizzes on Tuesday night, He’s the heart of Barnstaple, keepin’ it tight! *Verse 3* Mike Jordan, Tuesday’s quiz night, Mike Jordan, the questions are just right. Teams are buzzin’, the pints are flowin’, And Mike’s the king of the tavern, always glowin’. *Verse 4* Mike Jordan, Saturday’s the night, Mike Jordan, chargin’ a fiver, that’s right. The music’s loud, the crowd’s alive, And Sean’s by his feet, keepin’ the vibe. *Chorus* Mike Jordan, oh-oh-oh, the tavern man, Mike Jordan, oh-oh-oh, he’s got the plan. With poker on Monday and quizzes on Tuesday night, He’s the heart of Barnstaple, keepin’ it tight! *Bridge* When the weekend comes, the place is packed, Mike’s at the bar, no detail lacks. With Sean by his side, the duo’s complete, The tavern’s the place where the town’s heartbeat. *Verse 5* Mike Jordan, with his mini-me Sean, Mike Jordan, the best host we’ve known. He’s got a laugh, a joke, a story to share, And the whole town knows he’s beyond compare. *Chorus* Mike Jordan, oh-oh-oh, the tavern man, Mike Jordan, oh-oh-oh, he’s got the plan. With poker on Monday and quizzes on Tuesday night, He’s the heart of Barnstaple, keepin’ it tight! *Outro* Mike Jordan, oh-oh-oh, the tavern man, Mike Jordan, oh-oh-oh, he’s got the plan. So raise your glass, let’s give a cheer, For Mike Jordan, the man we hold dear!
[Verse] The faucet’s dripping all through the night Buckets fill with guilt in pale moonlight The streets run wet but no gardens grow San Ángel whispers Where did it go [Verse 2] Sprinklers spin when it’s pouring rain Wide-open taps like an old refrain The river’s dry but the waste runs deep Dreams of the thirsty They sing in sleep [Chorus] Got no flow Got no soul San Ángel's thirst has taken its toll Where does it stop Where does it end If we keep losing what we won’t defend [Verse 3] Pipes burst proud under cracked asphalt But who’s to blame And who’s at fault The water’s voice is a sob and plea Begging for care Not apathy [Bridge] Gutters mimic a weeping sky Plastic bottles for wells run dry The cycle breaks The dam won’t mend How much is left that we can spend [Chorus] Got no flow Got no soul San Ángel's thirst has taken its toll Where does it stop Where does it end If we keep losing what we won’t defend
*(Verse 1)* Oh, poor little Neil, in the pond he would glide, But the ducks all sneered, said, “You’re ugly inside.” With his warty brown skin and his slow, clumsy crawl, Neil dreamed of a day he’d be loved by them all. *(Chorus)* But Neil grew older, and his dreams turned to dust, No swan in the making, just a slug in the mud. The ducks flew away, and the pond turned to sludge, Neil’s not a duckling—he’s an uglier slug. *(Verse 2)* One day by the shore, Neil met Lola the gull, Her feathers were silver, her voice beautiful. She soared through the sky with a laugh soft and sweet, And Neil fell in love at the sound of her feet. *(Chorus)* Oh, Neil grew hopeful, though his heart was still scarred, He dreamed Lola might love him, though life had been hard. But the world’s cruel and cold, and the pond’s turned to sludge, Neil’s not a duckling—he’s an uglier slug. *(Bridge)* He’d leave her small gifts—bits of seaweed and shell, And whisper his love where the seagulls would dwell. But Lola just laughed, with a glint in her eye, “You’re nothing but dinner,” she said with a sigh. *(Verse 3)* One fateful gray morning, as the tide rolled in, Neil crawled to the shore, where his love might begin. But Lola swooped down, with a hunger so cruel, And Neil’s final thought was, “At least I’m her fuel.” *(Final Chorus)* Oh, Neil’s life was fleeting, and his dreams turned to dust, No swan in the making, just a slug in the mud. Lola flew onward, and the pond turned to sludge, Neil’s not a duckling—he’s an uglier slug. *(Outro)* So here’s to poor Neil, who loved with his heart, A slug in the shadows, torn right apart. The tale of the duckling was never his fate, Just a love that was lost, and a cruel, bitter plate.
[Verse] The wind it tells a secret tale In pines that whisper never fail A heart that's lost but seeks the sun The wanderer's search has just begun [Verse 2] Feet on soil hearts on fire Dreams in ashes yet climb higher Mountains call with echoes deep A love to find a life to keep [Chorus] Whispers in the pines they sing Of hope of love of everything The melody so soft and light Guides me through the darkest night [Verse 3] A stream flows gentle down the hill Its laughter promises a thrill The journey's rhythm keeps its pace With every step I find my grace [Bridge] The moonlight dances through the trees It bends it bows it begs to please A symphony of stars above Reminds the heart of lasting love [Chorus] Whispers in the pines they sing Of hope of love of everything The melody so soft and light Guides me through the darkest night
Oh, Mike Jordan’s the man with the tavern in town, In Barnstaple he’s known, but his luck’s runnin’ down. On Mondays he gathers ‘round the table to play, With Danny, Stacey, Matt, Bailey, Ryan, and Sam—oh what a day! *(Chorus)* Oh, Mike Jordan, he’s the man with the plan, But his pet Sean goes all in, ruins his hand! He’s losin’ his chips, losin’ his respect, And Nicola sends him to bed, oh what the heck! Now Mike’s got a strategy, he’s sharp as a knife, But Sean’s at the table, causin’ trouble and strife. “Fold!” cries Mike, but Sean’s got no clue, He pushes his chips, and Mike’s feelin’ blue. *(Chorus)* Oh, Mike Jordan, he’s the man with the plan, But his pet Sean goes all in, ruins his hand! He’s losin’ his chips, losin’ his respect, And Nicola sends him to bed, oh what the heck! Danny’s got a straight, Stacey’s got a pair, Matt’s bluffin’ hard, but Sean’s in the air. Ryan’s laughin’, Sam’s takin’ the pot, Mike’s just cryin’, ‘cause Sean’s lost the plot. *(Bridge)* Now the tavern’s in stitches, the laughter won’t end, Mike’s reputation’s gone, thanks to his friend. Sean’s tail’s waggin’, he’s havin’ a ball, While Mike’s just wonderin’, “Why did I bring him at all?” *(Chorus)* Oh, Mike Jordan, he’s the man with the plan, But his pet Sean goes all in, ruins his hand! He’s losin’ his chips, losin’ his respect, And Nicola sends him to bed, oh what the heck! *(Verse 3)* Now Nicola’s waitin’, she’s shakin’ her head, “Mike, it’s bedtime, no more tears,” she said. He’s cryin’ ‘bout losin’, his pride’s hit the floor, While Sean’s on the sofa, just snorin’ some more. *(Chorus)* Oh, Mike Jordan, he’s the man with the plan, But his pet Sean goes all in, ruins his hand! He’s losin’ his chips, losin’ his respect, And Nicola sends him to bed, oh what the heck! *(Outro)* So if you’re in Barnstaple on a Monday night, Head to the tavern for a card game delight. But don’t bet on Mike, ‘cause Sean’s in the mix, And Nicola’s waitin’ with her bedtime tricks! Oh, Mike Jordan, he’s the man with the plan, But his pet Sean goes all in, ruins his hand! He’s losin’ his chips, losin’ his respect, And Nicola sends him to bed, oh what the heck!
Oh, Sharpy’s from Barnstaple town, He used to work the bins, But now he drinks all day, my friends, And his life’s in a tailspin! **Chorus:** Oh, Sharpy, Sharpy, what a lad, A life so full of schemes, He stole from Ryan, ripped off Scott, And chased his drug-fueled dreams! He pinched poor Ryan’s hard-earned cash, And Scott’s potato van, Sold it back for a quick buck, Oh, Sharpy, what a man! **Chorus:** Oh, Sharpy, Sharpy, what a lad, A life so full of schemes, He stole from Ryan, ripped off Scott, And chased his drug-fueled dreams! He was cruel to Vix, his loving wife, And Ellie, his poor girl, But Paz stepped in to save the day, And gave their world a whirl. **Chorus:** Oh, Sharpy, Sharpy, what a lad, A life so full of schemes, He stole from Ryan, ripped off Scott, And chased his drug-fueled dreams! Now Sharpy’s lost, his life’s a mess, No job, no friends, no pride, But Vix and Ellie found their peace, With Paz right by their side. **Final Chorus:** Oh, Sharpy, Sharpy, what a lad, A life so full of schemes, But karma’s come to take its toll, And shattered all his dreams! So here’s the tale of Sharpy’s fall, From Barnstaple to despair, Be kind, be true, and don’t be cruel, Or you’ll end up like him, beware!