A Critical Look At Python Lyrics & Chords By Graham Chapman

The hop jig we've used here is in 9/8 time and is called The Humours of Whiskey. I see the last black swan Fly past the sun. I wish I, too, were gone Back home again. It...read more

The world today seems absolutely crackers, With nuclear bombs to blow us all sky high. There's fools and idiots sitting on the trigger. It's depressing and it's...read more

Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown, And things seem hard or tough, And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft, And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough! Just...read more

You are the promised kiss of springtime That makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening That trembles on the brink of a lovely song. You are the...read more

There's no song for the singer No words for the tune There's a mess in the message And a man on the moon There's no plan in the planet It's all gone berserk There's a milk...read more