Part two of the recipes that I’ve collected while living at Geek Coalition HQ. All of these are incredibly easy, mostly suited to student/ bachelor living, and some of them are even good for you [maybe].
Fry some sausages and mushroom, and cut sausages once cooked. Cook shaped pasta/ rice and leek together and drain. Add pasta/ rice, sausage, mushroom and baked beans too one pan and heat through.
☮&♥
Part one of the recipes that I’ve collected while living at Geek Coalition HQ. All of these are incredibly easy, mostly suited to student/ bachelor living, and some of them are even good for you [maybe].
Fry an onion. At the same time prepare instant mash potato. Cut a tin of corn beef into chunks. Mix all of this together and then fry.
☮&♥
Campfire’s burning, campfire’s burning,
Draw nearer, draw nearer,
In the gloaming,in the gloaming,
Come sing and be merry
To the tune of ‘London’s burning’. Used as a call to the campfire, or as the first song once everone’s gathered.
[To listen to the tune, click Here]
☮&♥
Say why must we ever say good bye,
Say why must we ever say good bye,
Say why must we ever say good bye,
Say why, say why, say why.
Say when will we ever meet again, x3
Say where and I’ll meet you right there x3
Say why must we ever say good bye,
Say when will we ever meet again,
Say where and I’ll meet you right there
Say why, say when, say where.
This song is usually sung at the end of an evening, especially when a camp is made up of many units. It is customary to keep singing until the last person/ group has left.
[To listen to the tune, click Here]
☮&♥
On top of spaghetti,
all covered in cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
when somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table
and onto the floor
and then my poor meatball
rolled out of the door
it rolled down the garden
and under a bush
and then my poor meetball
was nothing but mush!
So, if you eat spaghetti,
all covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
and don’t ever sneeze.
To the tune of ‘on top of old smoky’
[To listen to the tune, click Here]
☮&♥
My Father’s a lavatory cleaner,
He works in the loo’s all day long,
and when he comes home in the evenings
he smells of the smell of -
Chorus Shine your buttons with Brasso,
‘Tis only ten guineas a tin [a tin!]
You can buy it or chav it from woolies [oxfam]
but I doubt if they got any in!
Some say he did die of a seazure
Some say he did die of a fit,
but we all know what he did die of
he died of the smell of -
Chorus
Some say he was buried in gravel
some say he was burried in grit
but we know what he was buried in,
a steaming great pile of -
Chorus
Some say he did leave us a fortune,
Some say he did leave us a bit
but we all know what he did leave us,
he left us ten barrels of -
[To listen to the tune, click Here]
☮&♥
Leader: Oh I’d never go to heaven,
Group: Oh I’d never go to heaven,
Leader: In a jumbo jet,
Group: In a jumbo jet,
Leader: Cuz the Lord ain’t got,
Group: Cuz the Lord ain’t got,
Leader: no runways yet!
Group: no runways yet!
Everyone: Oh I’d never go to heaven,
In a jumbo jet,
Cuz the Lord ain’t got,
no runways yet!
Chorus I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more!
I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord,
I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord,
I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more! Any more!
Oh I’d never go to heaven in a baked bean tin, cuz a baked bean tin’s got baked beans in.
Oh I’d never go to heaven in a biscuit tin, cuz a biscuit tin’s got baked beans in.
Oh I’d never go to heaven in [name of guider]‘s car, cuz [name of guider]‘s car wouldn’t get that far.
Oh I’d never go to heaven in [name of large guider]‘s bra, cuz [name of large guider]‘s bra would streach too far.
Alternate chorus
I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more!
I ain’t gonna grieve,
I ain’t gonna swear,
I ain’t gonna *gasp* You wouldn’t dare!
I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more! Any more!
Each line in the verse is sung by a leader and the rest of the group follows. This way, anyone who has an idea for a verse can sing it. The verses here are mearly suggestions, there are plenty more.
[To listen to the tune, click Here]
☮&♥
Our Sargent Major jumped from 40 thousand feet,
Our Sergeant Major jumped from 40 thousand feet,
Our Sergeant Major jumped from 40 thousand feet,
and he ain’t gonna jump no more!
Chorus Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die
when you’re hanging from knickers and you don’t know how to fly!
Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die
and he ain’t gonna jump no more!
They scraped him off the runway like a blob of strawberry jam x3
and he ain’t gonna jump no more!
Chorus
They put him in a jam-jar, and sent him home to mum x3
and he ain’t gonna jump no more!
Chorus
She put him on the mantle-piece for everyone to see x3
and he ain’t gonna jump no more!
Chorus
Sung to the tune of ‘Glory, Glory Hallelujah’. There are at least three more verses, but I can’t remember them.
[To listen to the tune, click Here]
☮&♥
Ging gang ghouly ghouly ghouly ghouly whatcha,
ging gang goo,
ging gang goo.
Ging gang ghouly ghouly ghouly ghouly whatcha,
ging gang goo,
ging gang goo.
Shale-,
Oh hail-a shale-a,
Oh hail-a shale-a shale-a ho!
Shale-a,
Oh hail-a shale-a,
Oh hail-a shale-a shale-a ho!
Shally-wally, shally-wally, shally-wally, shally-wally, oohmpa, oohmpa, oohmpa…
This is sung in a round with one group singing the main song over and the other repeating the last word ‘Oohmpa’
Alternate version
Ging gang ghouly ghouly ghouly on a push bike,
ging gang goo,
ging gang goo.
Ging gang ghouly ghouly ghouly on a push bike,
ging gang goo,
ging gang goo.
Peddle, oh peddle faster, oh peddle faster up the hill!
Peddle, o peddle faster, o peddle faster up the hill!
Faster, faster, faster…
[To listen to the tune, click Here]
☮&♥
Oh the cow kicked Nelly in the belly in the barn,
the doctor said it would do no harm,
so we all kicked nelly in the belly in the barn!
Second verse -
same as the first,
a little bit louder and a little bit worse!
Reapeat as many times as desired, getting louder and singing worse each time.
[To listen to the tune, click Here]
☮&♥
Just a twenty-something geekess from the UK.
She believes in FLOSS, choice and saving the planet, among other things.
Her Passions include writing, internet radio and long lie-ins.
