Housey Rap, recent convictions
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 12:41 am
Just posting the lyrics to the Housey Rap below,
A coupled of thoughts.
i) Dobbie and Crud, well, enough said.---- who was Crud? Why was enough said?
ii) With those **** masons in the upstairs dorm,--- to whom did this refer?
(To the tune of the foundation hymn, sung by a group)
Praise the lord for fags and home brew,
Rolling up in woodlands fair,
Busting, gating, rusticating,
Punish us but we don't care.
We can smoke and we can drink,
And we ain't taking no more crap,
The Bluecoat boys are making noise,
Welcome to the Housey Rap!
(Switch to a fast, dance rhythm, very silly voice, "MC Poulton")
This is MC Poulton rapping cross tha nation,
I'm master of head at this royal foundation.
With my rod of steel I'm hard to the school,
Yo hip babe, I'm mister cool.
I'm telling the school, across a funky beat,
don't mess with me you can't take the heat.
This is MC Poulton talking clear and true
I'm a mean **** and I'm watching you!
(less silly voice, a "Bluecoat Boy")
Oh **** off Poulton, you moronic git,
you're an ugly, balding, four-eyed sh1t.
We aren't going to take any crap from you,
You're a pompous little dickhead with a low IQ.
Everyone thinks you're a total ****,
You stupid, boring, little runt,
You're a brainless w****r, through and through,
And you can't tell us what to do.
(Back to "MC Poulton")
This is MC Poulton, talking tough,
and the Common Room Posse are playing rough.
The guys in gowns are here to stay,
Jackmaster Scrotumface, take it away!
(A very bad impression of JED, aka Mr Denison, LHA housemaster, sampled)
Hmm Yes! (repeat several times)
(Switch to a bouncy, jolly kind of tune, with a group chorus, to the tune of "Row, row, row your boat")
Lock, Lock, Lock's a cock,
And the food is crap,
Christ's Hospital Catering,
What a bunch of *****.
(Back to another, different "Bluecoat Boy")
Listen ********, we're on the mic,
You **** think you're the **** fourth reich,
Grimshaw, Jeffers and Bob are all sh1t,
and Jeffers' wife ain't got no tits.
Dobbie and Crud, well, enough said.
Lock's wife gives the head head,
With those **** masons in the upstairs dorm,
feeling up the second form.
(Back to "MC Poulton")
Come on homeboys, they're being rude,
We ain't taking sh1t from all them dudes,
The rapping staff are here to stay,
'Cause MC Hammer is here today
(A bad impression of "Hammer", housemaster of Th A, whose real name I've blanked on...)
U Can't Touch This! (repeat several times)
(Another jolly, bouncy tune, group chorus)
Hammer is a w****r! Hammer is a w****r!
Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah!
Hammer is a w****r! Hammer is a w****r!
Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah!
(Back to "MC Poulton")
I may be down but I sure ain't out,
However much you ******** shout,
'Cause I ain't gonna be beaten by you,
I'll strike back in the Housey Rap 2!
(Repeat the foundation hymn, instrumental, synthed up a bit)
(Post fade out voiceovers)
RDTS/Bob: Brr! Red hot mix, headmaster!
JED: Hmmm Yes!
Hammer: But I'm not a w****r. Am I, Mrs Hammer?
A coupled of thoughts.
i) Dobbie and Crud, well, enough said.---- who was Crud? Why was enough said?
ii) With those **** masons in the upstairs dorm,--- to whom did this refer?
(To the tune of the foundation hymn, sung by a group)
Praise the lord for fags and home brew,
Rolling up in woodlands fair,
Busting, gating, rusticating,
Punish us but we don't care.
We can smoke and we can drink,
And we ain't taking no more crap,
The Bluecoat boys are making noise,
Welcome to the Housey Rap!
(Switch to a fast, dance rhythm, very silly voice, "MC Poulton")
This is MC Poulton rapping cross tha nation,
I'm master of head at this royal foundation.
With my rod of steel I'm hard to the school,
Yo hip babe, I'm mister cool.
I'm telling the school, across a funky beat,
don't mess with me you can't take the heat.
This is MC Poulton talking clear and true
I'm a mean **** and I'm watching you!
(less silly voice, a "Bluecoat Boy")
Oh **** off Poulton, you moronic git,
you're an ugly, balding, four-eyed sh1t.
We aren't going to take any crap from you,
You're a pompous little dickhead with a low IQ.
Everyone thinks you're a total ****,
You stupid, boring, little runt,
You're a brainless w****r, through and through,
And you can't tell us what to do.
(Back to "MC Poulton")
This is MC Poulton, talking tough,
and the Common Room Posse are playing rough.
The guys in gowns are here to stay,
Jackmaster Scrotumface, take it away!
(A very bad impression of JED, aka Mr Denison, LHA housemaster, sampled)
Hmm Yes! (repeat several times)
(Switch to a bouncy, jolly kind of tune, with a group chorus, to the tune of "Row, row, row your boat")
Lock, Lock, Lock's a cock,
And the food is crap,
Christ's Hospital Catering,
What a bunch of *****.
(Back to another, different "Bluecoat Boy")
Listen ********, we're on the mic,
You **** think you're the **** fourth reich,
Grimshaw, Jeffers and Bob are all sh1t,
and Jeffers' wife ain't got no tits.
Dobbie and Crud, well, enough said.
Lock's wife gives the head head,
With those **** masons in the upstairs dorm,
feeling up the second form.
(Back to "MC Poulton")
Come on homeboys, they're being rude,
We ain't taking sh1t from all them dudes,
The rapping staff are here to stay,
'Cause MC Hammer is here today
(A bad impression of "Hammer", housemaster of Th A, whose real name I've blanked on...)
U Can't Touch This! (repeat several times)
(Another jolly, bouncy tune, group chorus)
Hammer is a w****r! Hammer is a w****r!
Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah!
Hammer is a w****r! Hammer is a w****r!
Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah!
(Back to "MC Poulton")
I may be down but I sure ain't out,
However much you ******** shout,
'Cause I ain't gonna be beaten by you,
I'll strike back in the Housey Rap 2!
(Repeat the foundation hymn, instrumental, synthed up a bit)
(Post fade out voiceovers)
RDTS/Bob: Brr! Red hot mix, headmaster!
JED: Hmmm Yes!
Hammer: But I'm not a w****r. Am I, Mrs Hammer?