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You just sorta had to be there.....

Couldn't he remember his lines? He's reading them from a lectern. I guess he was a TV actor not a theatre one.

This vid turns 12 in June

This is the best part of any blood hound gang song.

He was the first one to "the list" with different lyrics which started a trend to the day.

good times - still love the jungle sky sound

I said this to someone and they didn’t get my reference 😒

lol

lady-supersized 🅱️itch

Simpsons movie on the big screen

Thank you so much I really needed this to show somebody who didn’t get my Reference

This really sounds like "Super-sized bitch", lmao.

That he don't know

This aged well

As old as this is, it’s still gold

twisted (literally)

happy 40th anniversary pacman

Lmao what’s freebasing

Круто!

Huge and floppy... *Gestures* writs.

Good grief, I dropped so much, I can't find my feet

One of the best bangers ever.

This whole album had bangers on it

How is this educational

I remember wen Eric Idle toured with this light opera in the United States in the early 1980's he "personalized" this song by mentioning local "famous" people from each city they performed in in the lyrics. in Houston, Texas it was absolutely hilarious

the original here comes pacman

It's a good version, but it's too slow to be proper really. I guess he couldn't speak fast enough.

B'52s

Lyrics: As some day it may happen that a victim must be found, I've got a little list, I've got a little list Of society offenders who might well be underground, And who never would be missed, they never would be missed! There's interior designers, window dressers and that sort Bank robbers who retire to Spain the minute they get caught Or those who have their noses pierced or men who dye their hair Or idiots who host chat shows and disc jockeys everywhere And customs men who fumbling through your underwear insist They'd none of them be missed, They'd none of them be missed! CHORUS: He's got them on the list, He's got them on the list And they'll none of them be missed, They'll none of them be missed. There's the people with pretentious names like Justin, Trish and Rolfe And the gynecologist, I've got him on the list! All muggers, joggers, buggers, floggers, people who play golf They never would be missed, They never would be missed! All waitresses who make you wait, accountants of all kinds And actresses who kiss and tell and wiggle their behinds And poncey little singers who to entertain us try By dressing up like women and by singing far too high And who on close observance must be either stoned or pissed I don't think they'd be missed, I'm sure they'd not be missed! CHORUS: He's got them on the list, He's got them on the list And they'll none of them be missed, They'll none of them be missed. There's the beggars who write letters from the Inland Revenue And the gossip columnist, I've got him on the list! Comedians and weightlifters and opera singers too They'd none of 'em be missed, They'd none of 'em be missed. All traffic wardens, bankers, men who sell Venetian blinds All people who wear silly ties, Australians of all kinds And nasty little editors whose papers are the pits Who fill their rags with gossip and with huge and floppy... writs But anyway I think by now you must have got the gist They'd none of them be missed, They'd none of them be missed! CHORUS: You may put them on the list, You may put them on the list And they'll none of them be missed, they'll none of them be missed!

1 of the most complete DNB albums ever made...

carlos mi amigo!

Renegade hardware

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Hooray! Greetings from Oz! *scampers away in a hurry*

For all the hoes

I like Pac Man's dance

Opera singers would most definitely be missed!..

Delightful. Did I get you James?

pissing my self laughing cant stop watching it multiple times!

1987 production

Soo many good memories. I wish I could go back in time.

Titipuddlians!

Is this the Chief Constable in London after the Sir Cliff Richard raid ?

BTW - Dara is one cool cat. He's super nice guy and listens to the ramblings of high drunken idiots like me. Super Cool.

Dara whips massive ass

Nice and grimy. I love it!

Dubstep is the bastard child of dnb.

This jammed so fucking hard when I was high school. Still one of the greatest.

Haha, thanks for posting just this part. I'm going to share it!

Suede brought me here.