On a plain, unadorned site with the cryptic name SCBD, there's not one, nor two, nor even three such, but more.
First, the Top of the Flops : lyrics of the very worst songs of recent times, for example, the Chicken Song:
Hold a chicken in the air, stick a deckchair up your nose,Ah, they don't make songs like that any more. For which we can all be grateful. There's also old perennials like "It Was An Itsy-Bitsy Teeny-Weeny Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini" and modern Classics like "Green Grow My Nadgers Oh". And my favourite of all time, "Right Said Fred", whose lyrics I've been chasing since I first heard it in the early 60's.
Buy a jumbo jet and then bury all your clothes,
Paint your left knee green, then extract your wisdom teeth,
Form a string quartet and pretend your name is Keith.
Skin yourself alive, learn to speak Arapaho,
Climb inside a dog and behead an Eskimo,
Eat a Renault 4, wear salami in your ears,
Casserole your gran, disembowel yourself with spears
Then there's the Stanley Unwin transcripts. Now who is Stanley Unwin, you may well ask. I didn't know either till I saw this site. But you may recognise his work, as I did:
...There was a great suffery. Not only this: the larder, foodage, all the fine things of the world was not enjoying by the peopload themselves on account of these rats doing a sniffy most (and the chew-chew and stuffle down their ratty grebes); because these were the fattest raps and also over-producey in this great lovely city which was otherwise... tsk tsk.Then there's the Prisoner Transcripts.
Prisoner: I am not a number, I am a person.And then there's a serious but eminently readable guide to the Greek Alphabet.
Number 2: Six of one, a half a dozen of another!
This is an intellectual smorgasbord, condimented with comedy, but salted with the surreal, sinister and serious.