Lyrics 0:00: Title Go, Go, Dick and Dom, In Da bungalow 0:05: 10. Dom's Short Song Life's not all bad, when you're short as I am, You can borrow your clothes from your action man. You can stand up tall, and peer under the sofa, And lie in the shade of a four-leaf clover. Oh, who would rather be tall than short, Poor old lanky Richard McCourt. 0:37: 9. The Harry Batt Song (Melvin Odoom) He's the jolly ace detective, The ultimate law protective. Our savior and salvation, He's a hero down the station. Harry Batt, Harry Batt. He'll stick his neck on the block, To save a rookie cop. He might look soft and fluffy, But he's really quite a toughie. Harry Batt, Harry Batt. He's really quite appealing, And he'll have those villains squealing. His look is devastating, When he's interrogating. Harry Batt (WOH!) Harry Batt (That's right!) Harry Batt (Get down now!) Harry Batt (On the good foot!) Harry Batt (Ah yeah yeah!) Harry Batt (WOH!) Harry Batt, What a cool cat. 1:49: 8. I am a Hoody I'm not a Chav or a Kev or a Trev, I'm not a Toff or a Greb or a Goth. I'm not a Scally or a Brownie or a Townie, I'm a Hoddie and this is my Buddy. I'm not a Mod or a Clod or a Spod, I'm not a Punk with me hair full of gunk. I'm not a Geek or a Hippie Hippie freak, I'm a Hoddie and this is my Buddy. 2:26: 7. Balamucky (Dave Chapman & Melvin Odoom) (Spencer) A for apple sauce, and B is for baked beans, C for creamy muck muck, Dripping Down your jeans. (Miss Hoolie) D for dirty norris, E for even more. F for fruity mango chutney, All over the floor (Spencer) G is for gravy, H is for hoop spaghetti. I is for ice-cream, Thrown on like confetti. (Miss Hoolie) J is for jelly, K is ketchup. L is for lamb sauce, Are you going to wretch up? (Spencer) M for mushy peas, N is for noes blows. O or orange chips, Muck up to your elbows. (Miss Hoolie) P for mashed potatoes, Q for eggy quiche. R for rice pudding, Do you capiche? (Spencer) S is for spam, T for tinned tomatoes. U is the usual, But starting/about to decompose. (Miss Hoolie) V for vegetable soup, W (is) white lumpy stuff. X is for xtra usual, Scream if you've had enough. (Well) Y is for yogurt, Z for zabaglioni/Zabaione. We hope this little lesson, Hasn't caused to much acrimony. Now you've learnt the alphabet, You're mucky, messy and soaking wet. You look like you've walked in a pile of sick, But your better looking than Dom or Dick. 4:19: 6. Cupboard Love (Diddy Dick & Dom) We're Diddy Dick and Dom, Welcome to our cupboard. We've lived here all our lives, And never been discovered. We might be really small, But we've both got big hearts. It's alright in here, So long as no one [fart noise]. There's no room to swing a cat, And barely room to hang your hat. And there's no need to push and shove, Cos' we've got cupboard love. Cupboard love, Cupboard love. It ain't no palace, But it fits like a glove. There's no need to push and shove, Cos' we've got a cupboard, Like old Mother Hubbard. Yeah we've got cupboard love. 4:56: 5. Alright Me Darlin's (Tom Dick & Harry) When your feeling sad and blue, And the job's to much for you. This is what you gotta do, Sing.. Alrigh' me darlin's! Happy days are on their way, This is what you gotta say. It's a happy day today, Sing.. Alrigh' me darlin's! Wear a grin upon your sleeve, Smile and wink your eye. You will find to your surprise, That happiness will multiply. Let it rain or let it shine, Everything will turn out fine. The whole darn world is your's and mine, Sing.. Alrigh' me darlin's! I've 'ad enough of this, I'm gone on the other side to hav' a bath. 5:46: 4. The Sunday Song A-good morning, good morning, And welcome to our show. He's dick, I'm dick, And I'm Dom, He's Dom, And this is the bungalow. We couldn't sleep last night, Just tossed and turned inside our beds. At last it's Sunday morning, Bring out the Bungalow Heads. (repeat first stanza) (scat along to melody) (sing or try to sing the second stanza in French) 6:42: 3. The Stoke-On-Trent Song (The Neighbour's Cat) (not song) Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? Well I've been all over this week, er but you know, my favorite place I've been to.. (song) Stoke-On-Trent, Oh yeah, to Stoke-On-Trent. Historic town on the river Trent. It's the vibrant mix, Of the great and the good. Like Reginald Spitfire Mitchell, Or Josiah Wedgwood. Come and loose yourself, In the pottery shopping center. Why not try a Staffordshire oatcake, It's a culinary adventure. Come to Stoke-On-Trent, And see just what it's meant. By the welcomе phrase of "Ayup duck", You're in Stoke-on-Trеnt. (not song) My work here is done. I'm spent, toodaloo magic tiddlypeep 7:37: 2. Go Go Dick and Dom (Finale Song) 15 tonnes of mushy peas and muck muck, Norris, cacalac and poopy woo. They really loved us in the House of Commons, We had a weekly spot on Points of view. It's been a rollercoaster ride of madness, We've loved every second of the show. And now the end is finally upon us, It's time for us the leave the Bungalow. 263 shows have finally come to and end, It's quite incredible that we haven't gone around the bend. We danced in our pants and kissed old fogies, We've been to museums and shouted BOGGIES! What a brilliant use of your licence fee. Everybody now! Go, Go, Dick and Dom Go, Go, Dick and Dom Go, Go, Dick and Dom 754 hyperactive Bungalow Heads, And 54 rather obscure, good-for-a-laugh celebs. We sloshed around in muck muck heaven, Apart from the girl from S-Club Seven. Good clean family fun from the BBC. Everybody sing! Go, Go, Dick and Dom Go, Go, Dick and Dom Go, Go, Dick and Dom The lights will dim, the curtain will fall, On the bungalow, A million thanks, to A million fans, For getting up to watch the show. Four great years of fun and laughter, We won some awards, including a BAFTA. But no more arrest from Harry Batt, Travel featurettes from the neighbor's cat. Pearls of wisdom from the Idiot Neighbor, Pretending that Dick has gone in to labor. Butt dance, burps and pictures that talk, Or crossing the lounge with the energy walk. Or going home smelling like muck muck and beans, Cupboard love capers from the drama queens. So of we go with a shrug and a sigh, For a long lie down and a really good cry. So all together now! Go, Go, Dick and Dom Go, Go, Dick and Dom Go, Go, Dick and Dom Go, Go, Dick and Dom Go, Go, Dick and Dom 11:00 : 1. The Pants Dance I got my head in my pants, I'm in a groovy disco trance. They where clean on just last week, Yeah, Yeah, baby look at me. My ears are getting hot, I ain't never gonna stop. I'm gonna start a brand new craze, Yeah, Yeah, baby look at me. I'm gonna dance in my pants, Just like they do in France. I gotta take a chance, And do the knickers on your noodle prance. And dance in your pants. So forget your inhibitions, Headmistress and politicians. Librarians and vicars, Yo, grab your knickers, Follow me! And when the music starts to play, Begin the pants dance cabaret. Then you'll know what just to do, Yeah, Yeah, baby look at you. I'm gonna dance in my pants, Just like they do in France. I gotta take a chance, And do the knickers on your noodle prance. And dance in your pants. Dance in your pants.
No joke the final song made me cry when i first sore it ok it was more the fact it was the last ever show but it was the first time i ever felt sad because of something i sore on tv
‘Come and lose yourself in the pottery shopping centre’ 😂😂😂😂
Lyrics
0:00: Title
Go, Go, Dick and Dom, In Da bungalow
0:05: 10. Dom's Short Song
Life's not all bad, when you're short as I am,
You can borrow your clothes from your action man.
You can stand up tall, and peer under the sofa,
And lie in the shade of a four-leaf clover.
Oh, who would rather be tall than short,
Poor old lanky Richard McCourt.
0:37: 9. The Harry Batt Song (Melvin Odoom)
He's the jolly ace detective,
The ultimate law protective.
Our savior and salvation,
He's a hero down the station.
Harry Batt, Harry Batt.
He'll stick his neck on the block,
To save a rookie cop.
He might look soft and fluffy,
But he's really quite a toughie.
Harry Batt, Harry Batt.
He's really quite appealing,
And he'll have those villains squealing.
His look is devastating,
When he's interrogating.
Harry Batt (WOH!)
Harry Batt (That's right!)
Harry Batt (Get down now!)
Harry Batt (On the good foot!)
Harry Batt (Ah yeah yeah!)
Harry Batt (WOH!)
Harry Batt,
What a cool cat.
1:49: 8. I am a Hoody
I'm not a Chav or a Kev or a Trev,
I'm not a Toff or a Greb or a Goth.
I'm not a Scally or a Brownie or a Townie,
I'm a Hoddie and this is my Buddy.
I'm not a Mod or a Clod or a Spod,
I'm not a Punk with me hair full of gunk.
I'm not a Geek or a Hippie Hippie freak,
I'm a Hoddie and this is my Buddy.
2:26: 7. Balamucky (Dave Chapman & Melvin Odoom)
(Spencer)
A for apple sauce,
and B is for baked beans,
C for creamy muck muck,
Dripping Down your jeans.
(Miss Hoolie)
D for dirty norris,
E for even more.
F for fruity mango chutney,
All over the floor
(Spencer)
G is for gravy,
H is for hoop spaghetti.
I is for ice-cream,
Thrown on like confetti.
(Miss Hoolie)
J is for jelly,
K is ketchup.
L is for lamb sauce,
Are you going to wretch up?
(Spencer)
M for mushy peas,
N is for noes blows.
O or orange chips,
Muck up to your elbows.
(Miss Hoolie)
P for mashed potatoes,
Q for eggy quiche.
R for rice pudding,
Do you capiche?
(Spencer)
S is for spam,
T for tinned tomatoes.
U is the usual,
But starting/about to decompose.
(Miss Hoolie)
V for vegetable soup,
W (is) white lumpy stuff.
X is for xtra usual,
Scream if you've had enough.
(Well) Y is for yogurt,
Z for zabaglioni/Zabaione.
We hope this little lesson,
Hasn't caused to much acrimony.
Now you've learnt the alphabet,
You're mucky, messy and soaking wet.
You look like you've walked in a pile of sick,
But your better looking than Dom or Dick.
4:19: 6. Cupboard Love (Diddy Dick & Dom)
We're Diddy Dick and Dom,
Welcome to our cupboard.
We've lived here all our lives,
And never been discovered.
We might be really small,
But we've both got big hearts.
It's alright in here,
So long as no one [fart noise].
There's no room to swing a cat,
And barely room to hang your hat.
And there's no need to push and shove,
Cos' we've got cupboard love.
Cupboard love,
Cupboard love.
It ain't no palace,
But it fits like a glove.
There's no need to push and shove,
Cos' we've got a cupboard,
Like old Mother Hubbard.
Yeah we've got cupboard love.
4:56: 5. Alright Me Darlin's (Tom Dick & Harry)
When your feeling sad and blue,
And the job's to much for you.
This is what you gotta do,
Sing.. Alrigh' me darlin's!
Happy days are on their way,
This is what you gotta say.
It's a happy day today,
Sing.. Alrigh' me darlin's!
Wear a grin upon your sleeve,
Smile and wink your eye.
You will find to your surprise,
That happiness will multiply.
Let it rain or let it shine,
Everything will turn out fine.
The whole darn world is your's and mine,
Sing.. Alrigh' me darlin's!
I've 'ad enough of this, I'm gone on the other side to hav' a bath.
5:46: 4. The Sunday Song
A-good morning, good morning,
And welcome to our show.
He's dick, I'm dick,
And I'm Dom, He's Dom,
And this is the bungalow.
We couldn't sleep last night,
Just tossed and turned inside our beds.
At last it's Sunday morning,
Bring out the Bungalow Heads.
(repeat first stanza)
(scat along to melody)
(sing or try to sing the second stanza in French)
6:42: 3. The Stoke-On-Trent Song (The Neighbour's Cat)
(not song)
Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
Well I've been all over this week, er but you know, my favorite place I've been to..
(song)
Stoke-On-Trent,
Oh yeah, to Stoke-On-Trent.
Historic town on the river Trent.
It's the vibrant mix,
Of the great and the good.
Like Reginald Spitfire Mitchell,
Or Josiah Wedgwood.
Come and loose yourself,
In the pottery shopping center.
Why not try a Staffordshire oatcake,
It's a culinary adventure.
Come to Stoke-On-Trent,
And see just what it's meant.
By the welcomе phrase of "Ayup duck",
You're in Stoke-on-Trеnt.
(not song)
My work here is done. I'm spent, toodaloo magic tiddlypeep
7:37: 2. Go Go Dick and Dom (Finale Song)
15 tonnes of mushy peas and muck muck,
Norris, cacalac and poopy woo.
They really loved us in the House of Commons,
We had a weekly spot on Points of view.
It's been a rollercoaster ride of madness,
We've loved every second of the show.
And now the end is finally upon us,
It's time for us the leave the Bungalow.
263 shows have finally come to and end,
It's quite incredible that we haven't gone around the bend.
We danced in our pants and kissed old fogies,
We've been to museums and shouted BOGGIES!
What a brilliant use of your licence fee.
Everybody now!
Go, Go, Dick and Dom
Go, Go, Dick and Dom
Go, Go, Dick and Dom
754 hyperactive Bungalow Heads,
And 54 rather obscure, good-for-a-laugh celebs.
We sloshed around in muck muck heaven,
Apart from the girl from S-Club Seven.
Good clean family fun from the BBC.
Everybody sing!
Go, Go, Dick and Dom
Go, Go, Dick and Dom
Go, Go, Dick and Dom
The lights will dim, the curtain will fall,
On the bungalow,
A million thanks, to A million fans,
For getting up to watch the show.
Four great years of fun and laughter,
We won some awards, including a BAFTA.
But no more arrest from Harry Batt,
Travel featurettes from the neighbor's cat.
Pearls of wisdom from the Idiot Neighbor,
Pretending that Dick has gone in to labor.
Butt dance, burps and pictures that talk,
Or crossing the lounge with the energy walk.
Or going home smelling like muck muck and beans,
Cupboard love capers from the drama queens.
So of we go with a shrug and a sigh,
For a long lie down and a really good cry.
So all together now!
Go, Go, Dick and Dom
Go, Go, Dick and Dom
Go, Go, Dick and Dom
Go, Go, Dick and Dom
Go, Go, Dick and Dom
11:00 : 1. The Pants Dance
I got my head in my pants,
I'm in a groovy disco trance.
They where clean on just last week,
Yeah, Yeah, baby look at me.
My ears are getting hot,
I ain't never gonna stop.
I'm gonna start a brand new craze,
Yeah, Yeah, baby look at me.
I'm gonna dance in my pants,
Just like they do in France.
I gotta take a chance,
And do the knickers on your noodle prance.
And dance in your pants.
So forget your inhibitions,
Headmistress and politicians.
Librarians and vicars,
Yo, grab your knickers, Follow me!
And when the music starts to play,
Begin the pants dance cabaret.
Then you'll know what just to do,
Yeah, Yeah, baby look at you.
I'm gonna dance in my pants,
Just like they do in France.
I gotta take a chance,
And do the knickers on your noodle prance.
And dance in your pants.
Dance in your pants.
Thank you you're a star.
No joke the final song made me cry when i first sore it ok it was more the fact it was the last ever show but it was the first time i ever felt sad because of something i sore on tv
(0:10) Yes Indeed Dom Is A Very Short Man Lol Ahah 😂 👍
Melvin o doom made me rofl!
Trying to find the er er er ah ah ah one , so funny
This one? th-cam.com/video/_JtSb3_g1OI/w-d-xo.htmlsi=A2vBzIlugih1KTGL