Weevil-isms

[DaveL]

The Larvas Prayer

Our larva who art in biscuit...
Hallowed be thy taxonomical classification...
Thy beetle come...
Thy will be dung...
On grains as it is in ships hold...
GIve us this day our daily biscuit...
And forgive us our transgressions into dry storage...
as we forgive those who flyspray against us..
And deliver us from Weevil...
Ramen

[Roonie]

Oi 'ave me mate down from Weeville . . .

Nice lad if oi do say so . . . not a spot o' weevil in 'im

[DaveL]

YArrrr...

Donna Summer anyone?

I larva to larva you baby...

When you're laying eggs so close to me
there's no place I'd rather you pupate
than here with me here

I larva to larva you baby...

Do it to me again and again
pupate me in such an awful spin
in a spin

I larva to larva you baby...

Lay your proboscis down real close to me
soothe my mind and set me free
set me free

I larva to larva you baby...

When you're laying eggs so close to me
there's no place I'd rather you pupate
than with me here

I larva to larva you baby...

Do it to me again and again
metamorphose me in such an awful spin
in a spin

I larva to larva you baby...

I larva to larva you baby...

I larva to larva you baby...

Larva to larva you baby baby...

I larva to larva you baby...

[pieces o'nine]

Ye sais yer wanna weevilooshun
Well, yer knowes
We awl wanna chaynge thee bilge.

[black bart]

I am he as you are me and weevil all together
See how they sail like canon balls from a gun, see how they fly
I am drinking

Sitting on fish head, waiting for Dave L to come
Pirate Fish T Shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Aaargh ye've been a naughty cabin boy, you drunk all me rum
I am the bart man (woo) they are the shaven, I look like a Walrus
Aaargh aaargh arrghah

Yellow Green Fish Stew, dripping from a dead dogs mouth
Big Brenda pin up, pornographic priestess
Plank ye've been a naughty boy ye let yer wig fall off
I am the bart man (woo) they are the shaven, I look like a Walrus
Aaargh aaargh arrghah




...

[pieces o'nine]

That be a luvverly wun, Bart!

[black bart]

That be a luvverly wun, Bart!

See wot I can achieve when I've had a few...I be a bit loik Samuel Taylor Colleridge on the Laudenum.

[DaveL]

YArrrr...

The Weevils are just flowin through yer veins. Along with the grog of course.

[DaveL]

Pest-erday by The Beetles

Pest-erday,
All my Weevils seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in Pest-erday.

Suddenly,
I'm not half the grub I used to be,
There's a spray can hanging over me,
Oh, pest-erday came suddenly.

Why she
Had to pupate I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I ate,
Something wrong, now I long for pester-day.

Pester-day,
playing caterpillar was such an easy game to play,
Now I need to pupate and hide away,
Oh, I believe in pesterday.

Why she
Became a beetle, I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I ate,
Something wrong, now I long for pester-day.

Pester-day,
Larva was such an easy game to play,
Now I need to pupate and hide away,
Oh, I believe in pester-day.

Bzzzz-zzzz-zzzz-zzz-zzz-zzzz-zzz.

[black bart]

That's a cracker Dave...I've just bought a keyboard so I'll practise singing it when I've learned to play.

[The Black Spot]

I've got a luvverly bunch o' weevil eggs
There they are, all standing on the bread
Big ones, small ones, some as big as yer head
Scoff 'em down quick, you'll soon be sick, that's what the doctor said.

OY!

[black bart]

I am an Anobiidae.
I am an Anobiidae.
Don't know what I want
But I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the ships biscuit

Cause I wanna be Anobiidae.
No dogsbody

Anobiidae for Black Bart's galley
The stew is coming ye better be ready
I give a wrong bite in yer Sunday Lunch
Your future dream is a weevil munch

Cause I wanna be Anobiidae.
In Portsmouth City

[pieces o'nine]

Yarrrgh!

It be Adam an Steve, not Adam an Weeve!

[DaveL]

The Weev of Destruction

The insect world, it is exploding
Plagues a flarin’, flysprays a loadin’
You’re old enough to pupate, but not for infestin’
You don’t believe in laying eggs, but what’s that biscuit you’re totin’
And even Portsmouth Harbour has grain silos for raidin’

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the Weev
of destruction.

[pieces o'nine]

Ye catch moor weevils wiv fishhead stew than wiv vinegarrr.