Category: Mixed


Dodger Dodger oh where can you be
I’m travelling on busses completely free
Going here going there it’s funny you see
I’ve even become a celebrity on T.V.
I’m getting well fed breakfast and tea
Yet i’m only a cat that loves travelling you see
So listen all cats if you want to be me
Jump on the next bus and enjoy life for free

By Dr Geebers

Running down the street
As fast as can be
This is not neat
With people chasing me

Making the wrong turn
What should I do
With no time to burn
As the tention grew

Climbing over a wall
Will I get away
Being on the ball
Living day by day

Then the sirens they come
A Flashing away
“Dam, dam, dam”
Is what I did say

Not a good move
No not at all
With nothing to prove
An no time to stall

With adrenalin pumping
Straight through my vains
Many feet stomping
And the rattling of chains

So I hid in a dustbin
To make my escape
Oh what a sin
YOU DIDN’T GET ME MATE

So after an hour
I made it back home
Jumped in the shower
All covered in foam

Got rid of my clothes
And jumped into bed
With a little red rose
And a banging head

Kissing my lover
In a passionette way
Under the cover
Where I longed to stay

By Dr Geebers

Give me your love
Let it be free
Give me your love
For all to see

Take my heart
And open hand
Give me your love
You understand

Make me happy
Make me smile
Give me your love
It’ll be worthwhile

Come on now
Let’s do it today
Give me your love
And let me stay

By Dr Geebers

Oh dear no
Hear we go
Waking up
In Perfect flow
Singing away
Day by day
Even though
I can’t I say
Making noise
Playing with toys
I’m an adult
Who enjoys
Life at best
The perfect guest
One big child
In a colourful vest
But do I care
If people stare
Or if i’m going bald
And loosing my hair
No not at all
With the wonder wall
For I am me
No Barbie Doll
Who enjoys life
Through sacrifice
With a gentle
Throw of the dice
Win or lose
It’s what I choose
Because life’s a gamble
And full of booze
So here we go
In perfect flow
Living real life
I hope you know

By Dr Geebers

There was a young book on a shelf,

That was read by a tiny young elf,

On how to be big,

By doing a jig,

But it wasn’t any good for his health.

By Dr Geebers

There was a young pigeon that flew,

From Hammersmith to Waterloo,

When seeing a ghost,

That’s really a post,

It hit him and knocked him out too.

By Dr Geebers

There was a young bear called Graham,

Who hated going out in the rain,

So being a star,

He stole a car,

And then he stole a plane.

By Dr Geebers

There was a young baby so young,

Who had a big massive tongue,

When seeing a fly,

Just fluttering by,

She flicked it out for fun.

By Dr Geebers

There was a young ant that was nice,

Who never said anything twice?

Until a young bird,

With the last word,

Picked him up and ate him with rice.

By Dr Geebers

There was a young woman on a diet,

Who was quite pleasant and quiet,

While being on stage,

She ate loads of veg,

To teach her young audience to buy it.

By Dr Geebers