Limericks 9

There's no place like home, they say,
Just wish it had a view of the bay

Will I land back on Earth with a nasty bump?
On my head, or maybe my rump
Whatever, there`ll surely be
A crew from the BBC
Asking why I`ve come back to this dump.

There`s no place like home, they say,

Will I land back on Earth with a nasty bump?
On my head, or maybe my rump
Whatever, there'll surely be
A crew from the BBC

Will I land back on Earth with a nasty bump?
On my head, or maybe my rump
Whatever, there'll surely be

Will I land back on Earth with a nasty bump?
On my head, or maybe my rump

Last night I took a flight to the moon
Then found out there's no return flight till June!
I booked Thomas Cook
All my savings it took
And there's nowt to do but sit on this dune.

Will I land back on Earth with a nasty bump?

Last night I took a flight to the moon
Then found out there`s no return flight till June!
I booked Thomas Cook,
All my savings it took,

Last night I took a flight to the moon
Then found out there`s no return flight till June!
I booked Thomas Cook,

Last night I took a flight to the moon
Then found out there's no return flight till June!

My hubby was a brass player
There was none who could play a tune gayer
Terry Wogan joined in
To add to the din
And they marched to greet the Mayor.

Last night I took a flight to the moon

My hubby was a brass player
There was none who could play a tune gayer
Terry Wogan joined in
To add to the din

My hubby was a brass player
There was none who could play a tune gayer
Terry Wogan joined in

My hubby was a brass player
There was none who could play a tune gayer

It`s the conductor`s turn to get a round in
But sadly, he`s brassic, let`s rattle the tin
Sao the punters can pay
We`ll have a great day
Then go back to making a din!

My hubby was a brass player

It's the conductor's turn to get a round in
But sadly, he's brassic, let's rattle the tin
So the punters can pay
We'll have a great day

It's the conductor's turn to get a round in
But sadly, he's brassic, let's rattle the tin
So the punters can pay

It's the conductor's turn to get a round in
But sadly, he's brassic, let's rattle the tin

Let`s all GNetters form a brass band
With trombone and trumpet we`re grand
We`ll stomp through the streets
Marching to the beats
Till at the local pub we land.

It`s the conductor`s turn to get a round in,

Let's all GNetters form a brass band
With trombone and trumpet we're grand
We'll stomp through the streets
Marching to the beats

Let's all GNetters form a brass band
With trombone and trumpet we're grand
We'll stomp through the streets

Let's all GNetters form a brass band
With trombone and trumpet we're grand

But what if I put out me back?
I'll have to call out the quack
He'll give good advice
Which will be so nice
But I don't fancy being stretched on a rack!

Let's all GNetters form a brass band

But what if I put out me back?
I'll have to call out the quack
He'll give good advice
Which will be so nice

But what if I put out me back?
I`ll have to call out the quack,
He'll give good advice

But what if I put out me back?
I`ll have to call out the quack,