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Rated: 13+ | Lyrics | Comedy | #565897
The Name Says It All
St Patty's Day Drinkin Song
By
La Belle O’Rouge

Oh hydi dydi dydi dydi day
Well here’s a little diddy
to celebrate St Patty’s Day
tis great, it tis, to be Irish
no matter what they say
We know how ta laugh and party
how ta hold all our bubbly green beer
and when we’ve had a wee dram a whiskey
we Irish know no fear

Oh hydi dydi dydi dydi day
We’ll slap ye on tha back
shake ye hand until it aches
but say somethin bad aboot our family
and yer nose it tis we’ll break
We Irish are great luvers
tho we don’t talk about it much
we’re without a doubt affectionate
knowin how ta kiss and touch

Oh hydi dydi dydi dydi day
So join us on St Patty’s day
in a special green beer toast
Tis proud we are ta be Irish
with bright eyes that smile the most
May ye day be blessed and
the pot ‘o gold may ye find
Don’t say nothin bad aboot us Irish
or we’ll all kick yer behind

©3-15-2004 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Pure Fun”



The Big Hooters Irish Drinking Song
By
La Belle Rouge

Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day
There was a bull named Hoovsie
A fine big bull was he
His Lady Love was Bessie
Of bovine respectability
He loved her lovely flat nose
And dainty little hooves
But oh them big ole utters
Sent him through the roof
Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day


Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day
One day says Bessie to Hoovsie
I’m a feelin a bit upset
I’m moore than just a cover girl
With a set of utters now don’t forget
Lady Cows have feelings
And tender ones to boot
So stop starin at me utters
Or I’ll kick you in the snoot
Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day


Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day
Well, Ole Hoovsie he decided
He’d treat Bessie sweet
So he brung her a bouquet of roses
And some timothy hay ta eat
Bessie was so impressed
She gave him a big ole smooch said,
“Go ahead and look at them utters
But don’t you dare ta tooch
Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day

(c)2002 La Belle Rouge


The Author's Den Bawdy Irish Drinking Song
By La Belle Rouge


Here's Ta Ye, Author's Den


Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy dae

There is a place called Author’s Den
For hearts so true and stout
Tis enough to make a mortician grin
When wee poets are out and aboot
They write aboot their sorrows
And all aboot their luves
They’ll have ye heart a cryin
Or soarin like a dove


Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy dae


They write aboot their politics
And scream so loud and firece
They write about macabre things
And give em an horrible twist
They’ll have ye heart a thumping
Til ye break out in a sweat
Sume of them things they’re a writin
Ye’ll be wantin ta forget


Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy dae


They’ll write aboot religion
And make ye want ta pray
Or if ye aint religion bent
Twill cause a big ole fray
They’ll write aboot their family
And bring a tear ta ye eye
when they write aboot their impotence
twill make a grown man cry


Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy dae


Oh they write aboot moonlight nights
And hot rolls in the hay
How they chase and copulate
Throughout the night and dae
They’ll have ye breathin heavy
Things will get hard and wet
They’ll have ye soon rememberin
Things ye thought ye had forgat


Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy dae


They’ll tip toe through the tulips
Every sonnet page and line
None will admit ta bein lovers
But ye know they’re all big liars
They’ll raise a glass to ole times
And guzzle green brew to new
An pretty soon it won’t matter atal
If ye read them writers too


Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy dae


So thanks for stoppin by todae
At dear Ole Author’s Den
Where even no talent imbeciles
Can safely take up the pen
We’re so honored that ye visited
And that ye stayed a while
We hope ye liked this ditty
And it brung you a wee little smile


Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy dae
© 4-20-2003 La Belle Rouge
“Poetry, Flights Of Fancy”




The Drinking Man From Dublin
By
La Belle Rouge

Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day
There was a man from Dublin
Who took ta drinkin beer
What drove him ta drink
Won’t never exactly clear
Some said it twas his nerves
And uthers his naggin wife
In truth it twas his muther-in-law
Whose tongue cut like a knife
Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day

Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day
There was a luvly lass
From Erin’s mystic shore
Who swore she would never
Luv no man no more
When asked why she did say it
This twas all she’d say
I don’t like men no more
I discuvered I be gay
Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day

Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day
There was a dog from County Cork
An ugly mangy mutt
He sucked so many eggs
It exploded his big gut
The farmer thought ta shoot him
But twas too late
That mangy dog was splattered
All uver the hen house gate
Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day

Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day
There was a sheriff of Belfast
Who learned ta shoot and sware
twas necessary for any man living there
He said he’d be a lawman
Until the dae he died
He stepped between the factions
And they blew away his hide
Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day

Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day
This be the end of me drinkin song
The end of me rhyme todae
I’m glad that you did come along
Ta share the fun and play
Now I’m finishin me beer
The bartender I'll pay
Then away and home I go
To have meself a lay
Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day

(c) 2002 La Belle Rouge


The One Star Rater Irish Drinkin Song
By
La Belle Rouge

Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day
There was a one star rater
As sneaky as could be
He was a real hater
And full of spite you see
He liked ta hit you low
And then away he’d go
Leaving there each time
A disgutin odor behind
Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day

Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day
He never ever left a name
And so we had to guess
Was he a demon squirrel
Or just an emotional mess
Was he a bearin grudges
Or just a malcontent
Or maybe he’s a miser
Not wantin his stars a spent
Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day

Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day
We’d like to exterminate him
But he keeps a comin back
Maybe we should catch him
And throw him in a sack
Take it ta the river
And throw that sack right in
Maybe we’d have peace and quiet
On "Stories" once again
Oh hidy didy didy hidy didy didy day




Coming And Going
By
La Belle Rouge

There once was a girl from Tiwan
Whose virginity was gone
She cried everyday
Cause her love went away
Then drowned herself in a pond

Then there was that guy from Tibet
Who hasn’t got any yet
He was tired of trying
And took to lying
Cause he couldn’t win a bet

And all of this goes to show
It’s difficult to know
If it’s better to get
Or just forget it
Whether to come or go

Good Knight
By
La Belle Rouge

There once was a timid Knight
Who had never been in a fight
He spent all his days bored
Learning to use his sword
Still afraid, try as he might

He met a noble Lady
Lovely but a little shady
She asked, “What’s wrong dear”
Put that sword right here
Said the Lady whose name was Sadie

So now he’s a Knight so true
Who knows just what to do
To make a Lady scream
If you know what I mean
Until her skin turns blue


(c)2002 La Belle Rouge
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