• I bet you can't spit out words this fast (Pirates of Penzance)
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This is a song from the comical opera, The Pirates of Penzance by Gilbert and Sullivan. I had the pleasure of seeing it live a few months ago and the guy playing the Major General sang it as fast as this guy did. Its pretty amazing. The fast part starts at 3:14 if you don't want to watch the entire clip. [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1dy44jV8EM[/media]
Classy as fuck. Pretty entertaining to watch
Among the oldest of the old gold.
This song can be a great tongue twister if you just say it. Also pretty fun to adapt the words: [IMG_thumb]http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/every_majors_terrible.png[/IMG_thumb] [editline]20th July 2013[/editline] [video=youtube;pRexBMPeRTo]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRexBMPeRTo[/video] Why am I surprised someone actually did this.
you can't beat the original John Reed for ridiculous patter songs [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw2bHXt8_aI[/media] [editline]20th July 2013[/editline] [quote]ARTIST: Gilbert and Sullivan TITLE: The Sorcerer's Song Lyrics [Sorcerer] Oh, my name is John Wellington Wells I'm a dealer in magic and spells In blessings and curses And ever-filled purses In prophecies, witches, and knells If you want a proud foe to "make tracks" If you'd melt a rich uncle in wax You've but to look in on our resident Djinn Number seventy, Simmery Axe We've a first-class assortment of magic And for raising a posthumous shade With effects that are comic or tragic There's no cheaper house in the trade Love-philtre, we've quantities of it And for knowledge if any one burns We keep an extremely small prophet, a prophet Who brings us unbounded returns For he can prophesy with a wink of his eye Peep with security into futurity Sum up your history, clear up a mystery Humor proclivity for a nativity He has answers oracular, bogies spectacular Tetrapods tragical, mirrors so magical Facts astronomical, solemn or comical And, if you want it, he Makes a reduction on taking a quantity Oh, if any one anything lacks He'll find it all ready in stacks If he'll only look in on the resident Djinn Number seventy, Simmery Axe He can raise you hosts of ghosts And that without reflectors And creepy things with wings And gaunt and grisly spectres He can fill you crowds of shrouds And horrify you vastly He can rack your brains with chains And gibberings grim and ghastly Then, if you plan it, he changes organity With an urbanity full of Satanity Vexing humanity with an inanity Fatal to vanity Driving your foes to the verge of insanity But in tautology on demonology 'Lectro biology, mystic nosology Spirit philology, high class astrology Such is his knowledge, he Isn't the man to require an apology Oh, my name is John Wellington Wells I'm a dealer in magic and spells In blessings and curses And ever-filled purses In prophecies, witches, and knells If any one anything lacks He'll find it all ready in stacks If he'll only look in on the resident Djinn Number seventy, Simmery Axe[/quote]
Ah, yes, Gilbert and Sullivan. Great stuff. Let's not forget Freemans Mind when he sang it.
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