It's no secret Fleming and Flemings' Bond rather enjoyed their food and drink, especially with the fairer sex, so here's a daft tribute to that. Enjoy.....
This is the day end
Say your grace, and count to ten
Feel the bread rolls tear, and then
Hear my stomach gurgle, again
For this, our final supper
I’ve lusted and dreamed this dining moment
So overdone, I’ve burnt them
Sweep away, my Stollen
Leave my Pie-fool, when the apple crumbles
We will scoff it all
Wash it up together
Leave my Pie-fool, when the apple crumbles
We will scoff it all
Wolf it down together
With trifle
Truffle is where we start
A thousand calories, à La Carte
Bolly flutes collide, the Beluga’s dark
You may have my order, you can take my menu
But you’ll never get my secret service charge
Leave my Pie-fool, when the apple crumbles
We will scoff it all
Wash it up together
Leave my Pie-fool, when the apple crumbles
We will scoff it all
Wash it down together
With trifle
When you gulp, I gulp
What you sear, I sear
I know you’ll never feed me, without the cutlery
Of your loving spoons
Blunt knives keep me from harm
Put your fork in my hand
And we’ll sit, not stand
Leave my Pie-fool, when the apple crumbles
We will scoff it all
Wash it up together
Leave my Pie-fool, when the apple crumbles
We will scoff it all
Wolf it down together
With trifle
Leave my Pie-fool,
We will scoff it all
Walther......rifled
Alternate Skyfall lyrics (for the hungry)
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Aisforauric
, Nov 06 2012 12:41 PM
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