I've Got A Little List

This isn't even close to Python... at all.  But it's sung by Eric Idle and I found it dreafully amusing.  It's a parody of a song by the same name from the original version of Gilbert and Sullivan's "The Mikado".  Anyway, here's the song (I hope I got the lyrics right. By the way: thank you, Jamie, for fixing some of my mistakes. )

If someday it may happen that a victim must be found
I've got a little list, I've got a little list
Of society offenders that may well be underground
And never would be missed -- they never would be missed

There's interior designers, window dressers and that sort
Bank robbers who retire to Spain the minute they get caught
Or those who have their noses pierced or men who die their hair
Or idiots who host chat shows and disc jockeys everywhere
And customs men who funmbling through your underwear insist
They'd none of them be missed.  They'll none of them be missed.

He's got 'em on a list, he's got 'em on a list
And they'd none of them be missed, they'll none of them be missed.

There's the people with pretentious names like Justin, Trish, or Rob
And the gynecologist, I've got him on the list
Or muggers, joggers, buggers, floggers, people who play golf
They never would be missed. They never would be missed.

Or waitresses who make you wait, accountants of all kinds
And actrsses who kiss and tell and wiggle their behinds
And poncey little singers who to entertain us try
By dressing up like women and by singin' far too high
And who on close observance must be either stoned or pissed
I don't think they'd be missed. I'm sure they'd not be missed.

He's got 'em on a list, he's got 'em on a list
And they'd none of them be missed, they'll none of them be missed.

There's the beggars who write letters for the Inland Revenue
And the gossip columnist: I've got him on the list.
Comedians and weightlifters and opera singers too
They'd none of them be missed.  They'd none of them be missed.

Or traffic wardens, bakers, men who sell Venetian blinds
Or people who wear silly ties Australians of all kinds
And nasty little editors whose papers are the pits
Who fill their heads with gossip and with huge and floppy... writs
But anyway, i think by now you must have got the gist
They'd none of them be missed. They'll none of them be missed.

You may put 'em on a list.  You may put 'em on a list.
And they'll none of them be missed.  They'll none of them be missed!