Sorry for my ignorance. What’s the time limit on the contest? I ask because the fartones work “on a need to work” basis, meaning we do stuff when we dang feel like it and not a minute sooner.
In other words take all the time you want, Ange. I started that song three years ago. It’s not causing any problems to take all the time you want…unless we want to enter it.
We’re also waiting on the lead guitar part. 
Voting begins August 1st as far as I’m aware, so I guess closing date is the end of July…
Alright Craig, what the heck is it you spread?
Joy?
Sadness?
Love?
Hate?
STD’s?
What?
Just curious here.
Yaz (killed the cat, not curiosity) 
Laughing at that last post Yaz…couldn’t think of anything witty to reply… 
I used to be a plasterer, and we call them ‘spreaders’…
Ohhhhhhh, ok dude! now it makes sense!
It’s butta - butter…
Ummmm…Mud!
“You no count mudder spreader!”
We call 'em “Mudders” in these heah parts…
D
hehe, you guys so funny, IMHO: music Craig...you spread the joys of music
Quote: (phoo @ Jun. 09 2008, 9:45 AM)
We're also waiting on the lead guitar part.
The friggin' potential lead-guitar-part-contributist-frigger is still friggin' DAWless, so don't hold yer friggin' breath...
That said, I'm VERY curious to hear what Ange might come up with
Cheers Ange!
Music over mud anytime. 
Real plaster? Not drywall?
Not much call for plaster here anymore. All drywall finishing, call em finishers, well, I call em other “names” when I go in to trim (woodwork). The sanding dust is killer!
Well Craig, keep on spreading your music, cause it’s awsum!
Yaz
Hello Mudder - Hello Fadder
Here I am at - Camp Granada
And it’s very - entertaining
And they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining
I went hiking - with Joe Spivey
He developed - Poison Ivy
You remember - Leonard Skinner
He got ptomaine pois’ning last night after dinner
Take me home, oh Mudder, Fadder
Take me home, I hate Granada
Don’t leave me, out in the forest
Where I might get eaten by a bear-ear
No I don’t want - to-oo scare ya
But my best mate - has malaria
You remember - Jeffrey Hardy
They’re about to organise a searching party
Take me home, I promise I will not, make noise
Or mess the house with oth-ther boys
Oh please don’t make me stay
I’ve been here one whole day
Dearest Fadder - Darling Mudder
How’s my precious - little bruddah
Let me come home - if you miss me
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me
Wait a minute - it’s stopped hailing
Guys are swimming - guys are sailing
Playing cricket - gee that’s better
Mudder, Fadder kindly disregard this letter
Ay! it’s my turn to bat!
Sorry phoo - cain’t hep myself here…
Ok! EVERYBODY SING!
On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.
The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.
Now THAT’S what I was thinkin’ fer Silly Songs…
Oh Man. This thread is getting weird.
I had every intention of entering the competition but then life went a bit mad on me and I’ve been somewhat distracted. Maybe next time . Yeah baby.
YOU ARE ALL MAD
(but thanks for the compliment Yaz!)
Still real plaster here…polished like glass to annoy the decorators…
What wuz the topic? Oh yeah, people who haven’t entered but should.
or maybe
People who haven’t entered the silly songs but should. Does parody songs count?
I love to change lyrics to Eagles tunes.
(Hotel California?)
On a dark chocolate buffet
Cool whip in my hair
Warm smell of fudge brownies
Rising up thru the air
Up ahead in the diner
I saw the kitchen light
My head grew heavy and my stomach growled
I had to stop for the night.
(Lying Eyes)
You can’t hide those chubby thighs…
And your butt, is 3 feet wide…
Sorry bout that…
Yaz
I feel a blues number coming on, might enter it if i get the time:
Well…My father was a lavatory cleaner
Somebody had to do it
When he came home in the evening
He was covered all over in sh…
They say he died of a fever
Some say he died of a fit
But I know what he died of
It was the smell of the sh…
They told me he’s buried in gravel
Some said it was grit
But I saw what he’s buried in
He’s 6ft deep in sh…
I thought he’d left me a fortune
Ma said he had quite a bit
But he just left me his rose garden
Planted in 2 tons of sh…
Beautiful Roses man!
Awsum Bruffie! ROFL