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Edgy DC Sep 22 2006 09:16 AM

If he was from Venus Would he feed us with a spoon? If he was from Mars, wouldn't that be cool? Standing right on campus Would he stamp us in a file? Hangin' down in Memphis all the while Children by the millions sing for Alex Chilton When he comes 'round They say, "I'm in love What's that song? I'm in love with that song" Cerebral rape and pillage In the village of his choice Invisible man who can sing in a visible voice Feelin' like a hundred bucks Exchanging good lucks face to face Checkin' his stash by the trash at St. Mark's Place Children by the millions sing for Alex Chilton When he comes 'round They say, "I'm in love What's that song? I'm in love with that song" I never travel far Without a little Big Star Runnin' round the house Mickey Mouse and a Tarot card Fallin' asleep with a pop-pop video on And if he was from Venus, Would he meet us on the moon? If he died in Memphis, then that'd be cool, babe Children by the millions sing for Alex Chilton When he comes 'round They say, "I'm in love What's that song? I'm in love With that song" "Yeah, I'm in love What's that song? I'm in love With that song"

cooby Sep 22 2006 09:18 AM

It's about time! Artist: The 5th Dimension Lyrics Song: Wedding Bell Blues Lyrics Bill, I love you so, I always will I look at you and see the passion eyes of May Oh, but am I ever gonna see my wedding day I was on your side Bill when you were loosin' I never scheme or lie Bill, there's been no foolin' But kisses and love won't carry me till you marry me Bill I love you so, I always will And in your voice I hear a choir of carousels Oh, but am I ever gonna hear my wedding bells I was the one who came runnin' when you were lonely I haven't lived one day not lovin' you only But kisses and love won't carry me til you marry me Bill I love you so, I always will And though devotion rules my heart I take no bows But Bill you're never gonna take those wedding vows Oh, come on Bill Oh, come on Bill Come on and marry me Bill I got the wedding bell blues Please marry me Bill I got the wedding bell blues Marry me Bill

seawolf17 Sep 22 2006 09:25 AM

Tomorrow used to be a day away Now love is gone and you're into someone far away. I never thought the day would come When I would see his hand, not mine, holding onto yours because I could not find the time. Now I can't deny nothing lasts forever I don't want to leave and I see the tear drops in your eyes I don't want to live to see the day we say goodbye Now there comes another part of life that I call alone sitting at a bar with Chris and I can't leave 'cause my house ain't no home, no. I just wanna touch you girl I wanna feel you close to me Without your love I would give up now and walk away so easily. So maybe while you're young We'll figure out together that even with the pain, there's a remedy and we'll be all right I don't want to live to see the day we say goodbye. When I first met you I couldn't love anyone but you stole my dreams and you made me see that I can walk under the sun and I can still be me and now I can't deny nothing lasts forever. But I don't want to leave and see the teardrops in your eyes So baby while we're young let's figure out together that even with the pain there's a remedy and we'll be all right. I don't want to live to see the day we say goodbye, we say goodbye, oh goodbye, goodbye.

Yancy Street Gang Sep 22 2006 09:38 AM

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

TheOldMole Sep 22 2006 09:50 AM

Eddie my love, I love you so-o How I've waited for you you'll never know-o Please Eddie, don't make me wait too long Eddie please write me one liine Tell me your love is still only miine Please Eddie, don't make me wait too long You left me last September To return to me before long But all I do is cry myself to sleep Eddie since you've been gone Eddie my love I'm sinking fast The very next day might be my last Please Eddie, don't make me wait too long Please Eddie, don't make me wait too long

RealityChuck Sep 22 2006 09:56 AM

You're the top You're a Shakespeare Sonnet You're the top You're a Bendel Bonnet You're the nimble tread on the feet of Fred Astaire You're a silk pajama, you're Whistler's mama You're camembert!

cooby Sep 22 2006 02:02 PM

Yuck, hate this song Its not your situation, I just need contemplation over you Im not so systematic, its just that Im an addict for your love Not the only one that holds you, I never ever should have told you Youre my only girl Im not the only one that holds you, I never ever should have told you Youre my only world Just think how long Ive known you, its long for me to own you, lock and key Its really not confusing, Im just the young illusion, cant you see Im not the only one that holds you, I never ever should have told you Youre my only girl Im not the only one that holds you, I never ever should have told you Youre my only world Georgy porgy, pudding pie, kissed the girls and made them cry Kissed the girls and made them cry, kissed the girls and made them cry (in strumental break) Its not your situation, I just need contemplation over you Im not so systematic, its just that Im an addict for your love Not the only one that holds you, I never ever should have told you Youre my only girl Im not the only one that holds you, I never ever should have told you Youre my only world Georgy porgy, pudding pie, kissed the girls and made them cry Kissed the girls and made them cry, kissed the girls and made them cry Georgy porgy, pudding pie, kissed the girls and made them cry Kissed the girls and made them cry, kissed the girls and made them high Georgy porgy Kissed the girls and made them cry, kissed the girls and made them high Georgy porgy Kissed the girls and made them cry, kissed the girls and made them cry

Willets Point Sep 22 2006 02:07 PM

I know a dark secluded place A place where no one knows your face A glass of wine a fast embrace It's called...Hernando's Hideaway...OLÉ All you see are silhouettes And all you hear are castanets And no one cares how late it gets Not at Hernando's Hideaway...OLÉ At the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go You can meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know But if you go to the spot that I am thinking of You will be free...to gaze at me And talk of love Just knock three times and whisper low That you and I were sent by Joe Then strike a match and you will know That you're in Hernando's Hideaway...OLÉ ooohh yeah! move over here a little closer... mmmmm.... HEY! Oh just knock three times and whisper low That you and I were sent by Joe Then strike a match and you will know That you're in Hernando's Hideaway.

Edgy DC Sep 22 2006 02:37 PM

Party at ground zero A "B" movie starring you And the world will turn to flowing Pink vapor stew Johnny Go get your gun For the commies are in our hemisphere today Ivan Go fly your MIG For the Yankee imperialists have come to play Johnny goes to Sally's house to kiss her goodbye But Daddy says to spend the night They make love 'till the early morning light For tomorrow Johnny goes to fight Johnny, Ivan, Ian Everybody come along For our nations need new heroes Time to sing a new war song Party at ground zero A "B" movie starring you And the world will turn to flowing Pink vapor stew Please do not fear 'Cause Fishbone is here To say (say what?) Just have a good time The stop sign is far Away The toilet has flushed And green lights are a ghost And drop drills will be extinct Speedracer cloud has come They know not what they've done Sin has just won The planet is a crumb Party at ground zero A "B" movie starring you And the world will turn to flowing Pink vapor stew

Willets Point Sep 22 2006 02:41 PM

While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye A doleful damsel I heard cry, Johnny I hardly knew ye. With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and drums and guns The enemy nearly slew ye Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye. Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are your eyes that were so mild When my heart you so beguiled Why did ye run from me and the child Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run When you went for to carry a gun Indeed your dancing days are done Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home All from the island of Sulloon So low in flesh, so high in bone Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again But they never will take our sons again No they never will take our sons again Johnny I'm swearing to ye.

MFS62 Sep 22 2006 02:56 PM

Found this on a song parody page: Don't You Wish You Were Ken Starr? (Sung to the tune of "When You Wish Upon A Star") -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't you wish you were Ken Starr? With his power, you'll go far Any tactic he desires will have to do With his massive legal team No request is too extreme When you wield the power of Starr Nightmares come true He's the kind Who pays to those who love The entrapment of anyone's wrongdoing Like a dolt is apt to do He'll step in and run you through When you wield the power of Starr Your nose turns blue (instrumental interlude) Like a dolt is apt to do He steps in and runs you through When you wield the power of Starr Your nose turns blue Later

Yancy Street Gang Sep 22 2006 03:02 PM

Once I had a pretty girl Her name it doesn't matter She went away with another guy Now he won't even look at her Hats off to Larry he broke your heart Just like you broke mine when you said we must part He told you lies now it's your turn to cry cry cry Now that Larry said goodbye to you I know this may sound strange I want you back I think you'll change But there's one thing I gotta say Hats off to Larry it may sound cruel But you laughed at me when you said we were through You told me lies now it's your turn to cry cry cry Now that Larry said goodbye to you Hats off to Larry it may sound cruel But you laughed at me when you said we were through You told me lies now it's your turn to cry cry cry Now that Larry said goodbye to you Now that Larry said goodbye to you Now that Larry said goodbye to you

Johnny Dickshot Sep 22 2006 03:35 PM

Oh Mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey) (Oh Mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey) (Oh Mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey) Hey Mickey! You've been around all night and that's a little long You think you've got the right but I think you've got it wrong Why can't you say goodnight so you can take me home, Mickey 'Cause when you say you will, it always means you won't You're givin' me the chills, baby, please baby don't Every night you still leave me all alone, Mickey Oh Mickey, what a pity you don't understand You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand It's guys like you Mickey Oh, what you do Mickey, do Mickey Don't break my heart, Mickey Hey Mickey! Now when you take me by the ??? ??? ???? gonna know Everytime you move ?? ???? ???? gonna show There's somethin' we can use, so don't say no, Mickey So come on and give it to me any way you can Any way you wanna do it, I'll treat you like a man Oh please, baby, please, don't leave me in a jam, Mickey Oh Mickey, what a pity you don't understand You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand It's guys like you Mickey Oh, what you do Mickey, do Mickey Don't break my heart, Mickey (Oh Mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey) (Oh Mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey) (Oh Mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey) Oh Mickey, what a pity you don't understand You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand It's guys like you Mickey Oh, what you do Mickey, do Mickey Don't break my heart, Mickey Oh Mickey, what a pity you don't understand You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand It's guys like you Mickey Oh, what you do Mickey, do Mickey Don't break my heart, Mickey Oh Mickey, what a pity you don't understand You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand It's guys like you Mickey Oh, what you do Mickey, do Mickey Don't break my heart, Mickey Oh Mickey, what a pity you don't understand You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand It's guys like you Mickey Oh, what you do Mickey, do Mickey Don't break my heart, Mickey

Willets Point Sep 22 2006 03:41 PM

Very tempted to post "The First Noel" here, but I'll go with Ani DiFranco instead: they told you your music could reach millions that the choice was up to you you told me they always pay for lunch and they believe in what i do and i wonder if you miss your old friends once you've proven what you're worth yeah i wonder when you're a big star will you miss the earth and i know you would always want more i know you would never be done 'cuz everyone is a fucking napoleon yeah everyone is a fucking napoleon and the next time that i saw you you were larger than life you came and you conquered you were doing alright you had an army of suits behind you and all you had to be was willing and i said i still make a pretty good living you must make a killing a killing and i hope that you are happy i hope at least you are having fun 'cuz but everyone is a fucking napoleon yeah everyone is a fucking napoleon now you think, so that is the way it's gonna be that's what this is all about i think that that is the way it always was you chose not to notice until now yeah now that there's a problem you call me up to confide and you go on for over an hour 'bout each one that took you for a ride and i guess that you dialed my number 'cuz you thought for sure that i'd agree i said baby, you know i still love you but how dare you complain to me everyone is a fucking napoleon yeah everyone is a fucking napoleon

sharpie Sep 22 2006 04:21 PM

Oliver MR. BUMBLE For what you are about to receive May the Lord make you truly thankful. BOYS Amen! OLIVER (spoken) Please, Sir, I want some more. MR. BUMBLE (spoken) What?! OLIVER (spoken) Please, Sir, I want some... more. MR. BUMBLE (spoken) More!? WIDOW CORNEY Catch him! MR. BUMBLE Snatch him! WIDOW CORNEY Hold him! MR. BUMBLE Scold him! WIDOW CORNEY Pounce him! Trounce him! Pick him up and bounce him! MR. BUMBLE Wait! Before we put the lad to task May I be so curious as to ask His name? BOYS (whispering) O-li-ver. WIDOW CORNEY AND MR. BUMBLE Oliver! Oliver! MR. BUMBLE Never beofre has a boy wanted more! MR. BUMBLE AND WIDOW CORNEY Oliver! Oliver! WIDOW CORNEY Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store. MR. BUMBLE There's a dark, thin, winding stairway Without any bannister Which we'll throw him down, and feed him on Cockrouches served in a canister ALL Oliver! Oliver! MR. BUMBLE What will he do when he's turned black and blue? He will curse the day Somebody named him ALL O-li-ver! MR. BUMBLE Oliver! Oliver! Never before has a boy wanted more! Oliver! Oliver! WIDOW CORNEY Won't ask for more When he knows what's in store. MR. BUMBLE There's a sooty chimney Long overdue for a sweeping out Which we'll push him up, And one day next year with the rats he'll be creeping out. ALL Oliver! Oliver! MR. BUMBLE What will he do? In this terrible stew? He will rue the day somebody named him... ALL AND WIDOW CORNEY O-li-ver! GOVERNORS Oliver! Oliver! Never before has a boy asked for more Oliver! Oliver! CHAIRMAN Pray some decorum restore, I implore... Let us face this case, it's Unprecedented, quite utterly. GOVERNORS He's disgraced this place. LARGE GOVERNOR And encouraging others to swallow in gluttony. ALL Oliver!...Oliver! Lock him in gaol And then put him on sale, For the highest bid Glad to be rid Of O-li-ver! WIDOW CORNEY (spoken) Lock him up! Collect his belongings then bring him back to me when you've done. To bed, all of you!

Edgy DC Sep 22 2006 04:56 PM

O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that's goin' round? The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground! No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his color can't be seen For there's a cruel law ag'in the Wearin' o' the Green." I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand And he said, "How's poor old Ireland, and how does she stand?" "She's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen For they're hanging men and women there for the Wearin' o' the Green." "So if the color we must wear be England's cruel red Let it remind us of the blood that Irishmen have shed And pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod But never fear, 'twill take root there, though underfoot 'tis trod. When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow And when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show Then I will change the color too I wear in my caubeen But till that day, please God, I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green.

Willets Point Sep 22 2006 05:00 PM

Quentin taught me how to fish And how to hold the gun Said that what you're hunting down Is everything you love Folks run fast, so does life And that's the way it seems Candles burn down to the table Keith never talked to much But smiled, blue eyes gold There must be a story Behind every fool you know Words get lost in the haze What most people think Darling, work for no mans dreams Chorus: Now, all the old widows Carry love poems by their side Oooooh, most of that's from knowing Keith and quentin When quentin found the snowed-in motel blues inside his cup He took a gun downstairs Never did come back It was only springtime One year and another 'til fall Sometimes in the night i cry (chorus)

Willets Point Sep 22 2006 05:01 PM

Someone post an "r" quick and set me up for an awesome "s."

Edgy DC Sep 22 2006 05:37 PM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Sep 22 2006 05:37 PM

A whole lot of superstars, on this stage here tonight But I want yall to know one thing-this is.... [DMC] My... [Run] House and when I say "Whose house?" y'all know what time it is. Whose house? Run's house! [Run] Ah, once again my friend Not a trend for then They said, rap was crap But never had this band 'Till the ruler came With a cooler name Made ya dance and prance and draw the fans insane Name is "Run," my son Number one for fun Not a gun, that's done and get done by none The others act, in fact, is just wack, I kill [DMC] Why? [Run] It's fun my son and Run heads the bill! [Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house! [DMC] I'm in the house, y'all I'm in the house, y'all And this is how Run DMC will turn it out yall I'm in the house, y'all I'm in the house, y'all And this is what run DMC be about yall Well my name is "DMC," the all-time great I buts the most rhymes in New York state Reporters Claw Producers die They want to be down with the king! The wanted man from the wanted clan Wanted by every fan from across the land Not a G.A.N.G from off the street R. and U.N. D.M.C complete! [Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house! [DMC] Get on the mic and emcee [Run] Another time I take For the rhyme I make Make me mad and sad because the fad is fake See I do this thing so come presue this king One mind I rhyme so all you just break? Cus I'm the best I'm def Ask the rest they left That's my name my game and we don't need the rep So keep the booze you loose and suckas cool your mouth I set a trap for rap thats crap It's Run's house! [Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house! [DMC] Some underestimate And miscalculate My intent to create what I call the great Till I make a song that I prove em wrong See my song so strong it'll make 'em come along Come in the door Get on the floor Hard rock hard hitting hip-hop hard-core Causing casualties and catastrophes And tragedies for the suck emcees Use a strategy to get the best of me You dirty rat emcees Whoever you may be You need to go down south You need to shut your mouth It's all about no doubt just shout 'cus we turn it out! Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house! Whose house? Run's house!

TheOldMole Sep 22 2006 05:37 PM

You know Dasher, and Dancer, and Prancer, and Vixen, Comet, and Cupid, and Donner and Blitzen But do you recall The most famous reindeer of all Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose and if you ever saw it you would even say it glows. All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Rudolph play in any reindeer games. Then one foggy Christmas eve Santa came to say: "Rudolph with your nose so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight?" Then all the reindeer loved him as they shouted out with glee, Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, you'll go down in history!

Edgy DC Sep 22 2006 05:38 PM

Too late, Nate.

TheOldMole Sep 22 2006 07:09 PM

5:37 and 5:37. I'd call it a dead heat.

SteveJRogers Sep 22 2006 07:29 PM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Sep 22 2006 07:33 PM

My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue." Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue." Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man who gave me that awful name. Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue." Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now your gonna die!!" Yeah! Thats what I told him! I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down, but to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. And he said: "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's the name that helped to make you strong." He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the UUUURRRRREEEEPPPP that named you "Sue.'" Can't say Son of a Bitch on the Cranepool Forum! What could I do? What could I do? I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I came away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything other damn thing but Sue! I still hate that name!

SteveJRogers Sep 22 2006 07:31 PM

The Urrreeeeppp and disclaimer can be found on Cash's Live At Madison Square Garden CD that came out a few years ago (insert on stage for Cranepool Forum) of a vintage 1969 concert of Cash and his troupe

Gwreck Sep 22 2006 10:54 PM

Tommy gets his tonsils out Hi Susie, do you know what? I've been in the hospital... Now open wide, the doctor's here Everything is fine, got nothing to fear Strap 'em down, we're outta gas Stop your bawling, you little brat Let's get this over with, I'm off in a hour Didn't wash up, yesterday I took a shower Get this over with, I tee off in an hour My Cadillac's running Let's.. Rip, rip, we're gonna rip 'em out now Rip, rip, we're gonna rip 'em out now Rip, rip, we're gonna rip 'em out now Rip, rip, we're gonna rip 'em out now Open wide, you little snot That's the way we knock em out Got nothing to fear Got nothing to be afraid of Doctor's here, nothing to be afraid of Let's get this over, we have to tee off in an hour Did I wash up? Yesterday, I took myself a shower My Cadillac's running How ya doin? How do you feel after the operation? Can I come by? I'm really feeling terrible

Frayed Knot Sep 23 2006 08:28 AM

When criminals in this world appear, And break the laws that they should fear, And frighten all who see or hear, The cry goes up both far and near for UNDERDOG! Underdog, Underdog, Underdog. Speed of lightning, roar of thunder, Fighting all who rob or plunder Underdog, Underdog. When in this world the headlines read Of those who's hearts are filled with greed And rob and steal from those in need. To right this wrong with blinding speed goes UNDERDOG! Underdog, Underdog, Underdog. Speed of lightning, roar of thunder, Fighting all who rob or plunder Underdog ....... UNDERDOG!.

TheOldMole Sep 23 2006 03:42 PM

Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they did not know how perhaps they'll listen now. Starry starry night flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you but still your love was true and when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night. You took your life as lovers often do; But I could have told you Vincent this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the stranger that you've met the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen they're not list'ning still perhaps they never will.

sharpie Sep 23 2006 05:28 PM

Seen the arrow on the doorpost Saying, "This land is condemned All the way from New Orleans To Jerusalem." I traveled through East Texas Where many martyrs fell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, I heard the hoot owl singing As they were taking down the tents The stars above the barren trees Were his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens Can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell See them big plantations burning Hear the cracking of the whips Smell that sweet magnolia blooming (And) see the ghosts of slavery ships I can hear them tribes a-moaning (I can) hear the undertaker's bell (Yeah), nobody can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell There's a woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He's dressed up like a squire Bootlegged whiskey in his hand There's a chain gang on the highway I can hear them rebels yell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell Well, God is in heaven And we all want what's his But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is I'm gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell

Edgy DC Sep 23 2006 08:45 PM

Good work through the back end there, kids.

Edgy DC Sep 23 2006 08:47 PM

And damned if I'm going to let X stop us. Fair Roseanna your vagrancy's a familiar tale Fraught with danger the lives you led were judged profane Hatred enfolds us Inculcates the minds with it's heresy Laymen enfold us Clemency arrives to set you free Faith Although Xavier has prayed That life-giving waters may rain Down on the souls of man To cure them of their ways These were the sins of Xavier's past Hung like jewels in the forest of veils Deep in the heart where the mysteries emerge Eve bears the stigma of original sin Freedom so hard when we are all bound by laws Etched in the seam of nature's own hand Unseen by all those who fail in their pursuit of faith Although Xavier has prayed That life-giving waters may rain Down on the souls of man To cure them of their ways And as the night turns into day Will the sun illuminate your way Or will the nightmares come home to stay Xavier's love lies in chains These were the sins of Xavier's past Hung like jewels in the forest of veils

TheOldMole Sep 23 2006 09:19 PM

This doesn't really qualify, but I'll toss it in anyway. In Mezz Mezzrow's autobiography, Really The Blues, he recounts finding himself in a small Western town that had a Jewish bartender named Yiddle, who was also known as the fastest draw and the most dangerous gunfighter in those parts. Mezzrow composed a blues in his honor, entitled "Don't Fiddle with Yiddle, He'll Riddle Your Middle."

RealityChuck Sep 23 2006 10:05 PM

John and Mitchie were gettin' kinda itchie just to leave the folk music behind Zal and Denny workin' for a penny tryin' to get a fish on the line In a coffee house Sebastian sat and after every number they passed the hat McGuinn and McGuire just are gettin' higher in L.A. you know where that's at And no one's getting fat except Mama Cass. Zallie said 'Denny, you know there aren't many who can sing a song the way that you do' (Let's go South) Denny said 'Zallie, golly, don't you think that I wish I could play guitar like you' Zal, Denny and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl) And after every number they passed the hat McGuinn and McGuire just are gettin' higher in L.A. you know where that's at And no one's getting fat except Mama Cass. When Cass was a Sophomore, planned to go to Swarthmore, But she changed her mind one day Standign on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike, Take her to New York right away When Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps Call John and Zal, and that was the Mugwumps McGuinn and McGuire couldn't get no higher but that's what they were aiming at And no one's getting fat except Mama Cass. Mugwumps, hi-jumps, low slumps, big bumps, don't you work as hard as you play Drink-up, break-up, everything is shake-up Guess it had to be that way Sebastian and Zal formed the Spoonful Michelle, John and Denny gettin' very tuneful McGuinn and McGuire just are catchin' fire in L.A. you know where that's at And everybody's gettin' fast except Mama Cass. Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted, and Mitchie wants to go to the sea Cass can't make it, she says we'll have to fake it We knew she'd come eventually Greasin' on American Express card Tents, low rents, and keepin' out the heat's hard Duffy's good vibrations, and our imaginations, can't go on indefinitely And California Dreaming is becoming a reality.

OlerudOwned Sep 23 2006 10:08 PM

Pioneer of aerodynamics (little eiffel, little eiffel) They thought he was real smart alec (little eiffel, little eiffel) He thought big they called it a phallic (little eiffel, little eiffel) They didn't know he was panoramic Little eiffel stands in the archway (little eiffel, little eiffel) Keeping low doesn't make no sense Sometimes people can be oh so dense They didn't want it but he built it anyway (little eiffel, little eiffel) Little eiffel stands in the archway (little eiffel, little eiffel) Keeping low don't make sense Keeping low doesn't make no-SENSE! (little eiffel, little eiffel) Little eiffel stands in the archway Oh Alexandre I see you beneath The archway of aerodynamics.

Gwreck Sep 23 2006 11:07 PM

Mary : Female in Springsteen songs :: Billy : Male in Springsteen songs. So we'll go with a favorite: Johnny works in a factory and Billy works downtown Terry works in a rock and roll band Lookin' for that million-dollar sound I got a little job down in Darlington But some nights I don't go Some nights I go to the drive-in, or some nights I stay home I followed that dream just like those guys do up on the screen And I drive a Challenger down Route 9 through the dead ends and all the bad scenes And when the promise was broken, I cashed in a few of my dreams Well now I built that Challenger by myself But I needed money and so I sold it I lived a secret I should'a kept to myself But I got drunk one night and I told it All my life I fought this fight The fight that no man can never win Every day it just gets harder to live This dream I'm believing in Thunder Road, oh baby you were so right Thunder Road there's something dyin' on the highway tonight I won big once and I hit the coast But somehow I paid the big cost Inside I felt like I was carryin' the broken spirits Of all the other ones who lost When the promise is broken you go on living But it steals something from down in your soul Like when the truth is spoken and it don't make no difference Something in your heart goes cold I followed that dream through the southwestern flats That dead ends in two-bit bars And when the promise was broken I was far away from home Sleepin' in the back seat of a borrowed car Thunder Road, for the lost lovers and all the fixed games Thunder Road, for the tires rushing by in the rain Thunder Road, Billy and me we'd always say Thunder Road, we were gonna take it all and throw it all away

Willets Point Sep 23 2006 11:28 PM

Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. This old engine makes it on time, Leaves central station bout a quarter to nine, Hits river junction at seventeen to, At a quarter to ten you know its travlin again. Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble ahead, lady in red, Take my advice youd be better off dead. Switchmans sleeping, train hundred and two is On the wrong track and headed for you. Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey jones is ready, watch your speed. Trouble ahead, trouble behind, And you know that notion just crossed my mind. Trouble with you is the trouble with me, Got two good eyes but you still dont see. Come round the bend, you know its the end, The fireman screams and the engine just gleams...

Willets Point Sep 23 2006 11:29 PM

[Run-D.M.C.] "My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, hit it!" [singers] Straw, Straw Straw, Straw Straw, Straw Straw, Straw Strawberrrrr, Strawberry! Strawberrrrr, Strawberry! [Run-D.M.C.] "My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, hit it!" [Whistle] Early one morning I was driving to the stadium WHO WAS IN THE CAR? Well it was just Katie and me Jazzy Jams and my DJ Silver Spinner We were gonna take the Mets, the winners of the World, Series And that's for real Darryl Strawberry, was warmin up on the field The pitcher threw the pitch and we all stared as Darryl hit the ball to Korea somewhere WERE YOU AMAZED? Man I was stunned But then again that's why they won You see Darryl he can hit, with his right and left We're called Whistle, and Darryl is DEF! [singers] Strawberrrrr, Strawberry! Strawberrrrr, Strawberry! [Run-D.M.C.] "My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, hit it!" [UTFO] Here we go! Dr. Ice And the Educated Rapper Is here to talk about a particular type of batter "My name is Darryl" Strawberry The slugger weighs a ton He can hit He can pitch And even "Run!" Four years in the major leagues, started at twenty-one Had nothing, now, has plenty Hundred home runs Hundred stolen bases Hundreds of fans with SMILES ON FACES Mixmaster, is he the best by far? ... UTFO, is in the place to be With Darryl, "but you can call me D" [singers] Strawberrrrr, Strawberry! Strawberrrrr, Strawberry! [Run-D.M.C.] "My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, hit it!" [Darryl Strawberry] My name is Darryl, I'm a baseball player One thing I forgot to say-a When I'm on the field I'm on top of the world I get screams from all the girls (Dar-ryl!) Everybody in the stadium, screams for me Strike one, strike two, but no strike three When I'm runnin, all the players make space I run, I slide, and then I'm safe "Cause you're DEF!" Yo, I ain't soft I even get paid on my days off Grandslammer, "Are you as good as they, say?" I guess you never came to see me play Any pitch you throw I control it Lookin for third bass, yo I stole it, that's right I took it while you wasn't lookin So give me your beef, homeboy I'm cookin I can get loose so don't you try I graduated from Crenshaw High You can even ask Eric 'Boogie' E [Run-D.M.C.] "My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, hit it!" [singers] Strawberrrrr, Strawberry! Strawberrrrr, Strawberry! [Richie Rich] This is Richie Rich, comin to you live from Shea Stadium And Darryl Strawberry's up to the plate It's the wind up, a pitch, a high fly ball to deep center field And back goes Davis, a-way back, to the warning track, it's gone! How sweet it is! [Run-D.M.C.] "My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, hit it!" [interlude and some cutting and scratching] [singers] Strawberrrrr, Strawberry! Strawberrrrr, Strawberry! [Run-D.M.C.] "My name is Darryl, but you can call me D, hit it!" [singers] Strawberrrrr, Strawberry

sharpie Sep 23 2006 11:30 PM

Was a sunny day Not a cloud was in the sky Not a negative word was heard From the people passing by twas a sunny day All the birdies in the trees And the radios singing song All the favorite melodies He was a navy man Stationed in newport news She was a highschool queen With nothing left to lose She was a highschool queen With nothing left to lose Was a sunny day Not a cloud was in the sky Not a negative word was heard From the people passing by twas a sunny day All the birdies in the trees And the radios singing song All the favorite melodies Her name was lorelei She was his only girl She called him speedoo But his chistian name was mister earl She called him speedoo But his chistian name was mister earl Was a sunny day Not a cloud was in the sky Not a negative word was heard From the people passing by twas a sunny day All the birdies in the trees And the radios singing song All the favorite melodies

Yancy Street Gang Sep 24 2006 09:19 AM

Seven Little Girls Sittin' In The Back Seat (Dee doody doom doom) (Dee doody doom doom) (Dee doody doom doom, DOOM) Seven little girls sittin' in the back seat Huggin and a'kissin with Fred I said, why don't one of you come up and sit beside me And this is what the seven girls said (All together now, one, two, three) (Keep you mind on your drivin') (Keep you hands on the wheel) (Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead) (We're havin' fun sittin' in the back seat) (Kissin' and a'huggin with Fred) (Dee doody doom doom, dee doody doom doom) (Dee doody doom doom, DOOM) Drove through the town, drove through the country Showed 'em how a motor could go I said, how do you like my triple carburetor And one of them whispered low (All together now, one, two, three) (Keep you mind on your drivin') (Keep you hands on the wheel) (Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead) (We're havin' fun sittin' in the back seat) (Kissin' and a'huggin with Fred) (Dee doody doom doom, dee doody doom doom) (Dee doody doom doom, DOOM) Seven little girls smoochin' in the back seat Every one in love with Fred I said "you don't need me, I'll get off at my house" And this is what the seven girls said (All together now, one, two, three) (Keep you mind on your drivin') (Keep you hands on the wheel) (Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead) (We're havin' fun sittin' in the back seat) (Kissin' and a'huggin with Fred) All of them in love with Fred (Dee doody doom doom) Kissin' and a'huggin with Fred (Dee doody doom doom) Wish that I could be like Fred (DOOM)

RealityChuck Sep 25 2006 09:50 PM

George, George, George of the jungle Strong as he can be Ahhh Watch out for that tree George, George, George of the jungle Lives a life that's free Ahhh Watch out for that tree When he gets in scrapes When he makes his escapes With the help of his friend An ape named Ape Then away he'll schlep On his elephant Shep While Fella and Ursula Stay in step with George, George, George of the jungle Friend to you and me Ahhh Watch out for that tree Watch out for that (Ahhh) (Oooh) tree George, George, George of the Jungle Friend to you and me

SteveJRogers Sep 25 2006 11:12 PM

Harry Truman was our president A coke an burger cost you thirty cents I was still in love with Mavis Brown On the night Hank Williams came to town. "I Love Lucy" debuted on TV That was one big event we didn't see 'Cause no one stayed at home for miles around It was the night Hank Williams came to town. Mama ironed my shirt and daddy let me take the truck I drove on out to Grapevine and picked old Mavis up We hit that county line for one quick round On the night Hank Williams came to town. A thousand people sweltered in the gym Then I heard someone whisper; "Hey, that's him" That's when the crowd let out this deafening sound It was the night Hank Williams came to town. On and on he sang into the night 'Jambalaya', 'Cheatin' heart', 'I saw the light' How'd they get Miss Audrey in that gown On the night Hank Williams came to town. Mavis had her picture made with Hank outside his car She said; "He sure is humble for a Grand Ole Opry Star." Mavis said: "Why don't we hang around It ain't often that Hank Williams comes to town." While Hank signed his autograph on Beaulah Rice's fan Mavis got acquainted with the Driftin' Cowboys Band The effect on all our lives was quite profound On the night Hank Williams came to town. (Fade out with spoken words by a late 1940's-early 1950's DJ) Remember, friends and neighbors, Hank Williams and all the Drifting Cowboys will be at the high school gym in person for one show only this Saturday night. The big 2 hour show starts at 7:30 - tickets are just a dollar-fifty each; you get your money's worth the first 15 minutes and the rest is free. That's Saturday night - advance tickets are on sale now at Renfrow's Drugstore, Do-Nut Heaven and here at the radio station. Hank Williams - all the Drifting Cowboys, Don Helms, Jerry Rivers (fade)

sharpie Sep 26 2006 09:02 AM

This one would work for G, I or J but it is, at heart, and "I" song. IVAN MEETS GI JOE So you're on the floor, at 54 Think you can last - at the Palace Does your body go to the to and fro? But tonight's the night - or didn't you know That Ivan meets G.I. Joe He tried his tricks- that Ruskie bear The United Nations said it's all fair He did the radiation - the chemical plague But he could not win - with a cossack spin The Vostok Bomb - the Stalin strike He tried every move - he tried to hitch hike He drilled a hole - like a Russian star He made every move in his repertoire When Ivan meet G.I. Joe Now it was G.I. Joe's turn to blow He turned it on - cool and slow He tried a payphone call to the Pentagon A radar scan - a leviathan He wiped the Earth - clean as a plate What does it take to make a Ruskie break? But the crowd are bored and off they go Over the road to watch China blow! When Ivan meets G.I. Joe

Yancy Street Gang Sep 26 2006 09:09 AM

And now a word from Shelly Fabares: Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel You're an angel to me. Johnny Angel how I love him How I tingle when he passes by Everytime he says hello My heart begins to fly. Johnny Angel how I want him He's got something that I can't resist But he doesn't even know that I exist. I'm in heaven, I get carried away I dream of him and me and wonder how it's gonna be All the fellows call me up for a date But I sit and wait. I'd rather concentrate On Johnny Angel `Cause I love him And I pray that someday he'll love me And together will see how lovely heaven will be. And together will see how lovely heaven will be.

RealityChuck Sep 26 2006 09:23 AM

And now a word from Frank Zappa: Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true I want everyone to listen and believe It's about some little people from a long time ago And all the things the neighbors didn't know Early in the morning Daddy Dinky went to work Selling lamps & chairs to San Ber'dino squares And I still remember Mama with her apron & her pad Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe! Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . . (Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!) And all the while on a shelf in the shed: KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY! Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room (A marvel to be seen: dysentery green) While Kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back: LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK We see them after school in a world of their own (To some it might seem creepy what they do . . . ) The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night (I bet you'd do the same if they was you) Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . . (Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!) And all the while on a shelf in the shed: KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY! Ronnie's in the Army now & Kenny's taking pills Oh! How they yearn to see a bomber burn! Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine! (Wait till the fire turns green . . . wait till the fire turns green) WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS GREEN!

sharpie Sep 26 2006 09:26 AM

Now a word from Bob Dylan: Lenny Bruce is dead but his ghost lives on and on Never did get any Golden Globe award, never made it to Synanon. He was an outlaw, that's for sure, More of an outlaw than you ever were. Lenny Bruce is gone but his spirit's livin' on and on. Maybe he had some problems, maybe some things that he couldn't work out But he sure was funny and he sure told the truth and he knew what he was talkin' about. Never robbed any churches nor cut off any babies' heads, He just took the folks in high places and he shined a light in their beds. He's on some other shore, he didn't wanna live anymore. Lenny Bruce is dead but he didn't commit any crime He just had the insight to rip off the lid before its time. I rode with him in a taxi once, only for a mile and a half, Seemed like it took a couple of months. Lenny Bruce moved on and like the ones that killed him, gone. They said that he was sick 'cause he didn't play by the rules He just showed the wise men of his day to be nothing more than fools. They stamped him and they labeled him like they do with pants and shirts, He fought a war on a battlefield where every victory hurts. Lenny Bruce was bad, he was the brother that you never had.

TheOldMole Sep 26 2006 10:19 AM

And now a word from Ella Fitzgerald, and another dead guy: Now one time there lived an old man With a very crooked nose He lived inside a log hut and they called him ol' man Mose One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door I didn't hear a single sound so I ain't gonna do it no more. 'cos I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man I believe ol' man, thatol' man Mose is dead. I believe ol' man, I believe ol' man I believe ol' man, that ol' man Mose is dead. (Now you believe) Mose kicked the bucket (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket (You believe he's dead) (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket (You believe) Mose kicked the bucket (You believe he's dead) Now listen here, I went round to the window And I peeped in through the crack, Inside there was an old man Laying flat upon his back I thought that he was sleeping Head hung to the floor He didn't make a single move So I ain't gonna do it no more 'cos I found out ol' man, I found out ol' man yeah, I found out ol' man, ol' man Mose is dead ('cos you found out) ol' man (you found out) ol' man (you found out) ol' man (you found out he's dead) (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket (you found out he's dead) (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket (you found out) Mose kicked the bucket (you found out) Mose kickin' up daisies (you found out he's dead) Old Man Mose is dead.

RealityChuck Sep 26 2006 10:27 AM

Norman , ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Norman, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Norman, Norman, my love Jimmy called me on the phone but I was gone, not at home Cuz I was out parked all alone with darlin' Norman Bill invited me to a show but I said no, cannot go There's a dress that I've got to sew and wear for Norman Norman holds me close to him, Norman kisses me and then Norman knows my heart belongs to him and him and only him, oh Norman, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ohh, ooh, ooh, ooh Norman, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ohh, ooh, ooh, ooh Norman, Norman, my love Joey asked me for a date, he wanted to take me out to skate But I told Joey he would have to make 'rangements with Norman Norman is my only love, Norman's all I'm thinking of Norman gives me all his lovin', kissin', huggin', lovey-dovin' Norman, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Norman, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Norman, Norman, my love

MFS62 Sep 26 2006 11:23 AM

From our old friend Tom Lehrer; ] From the Bible to the popular song, There's one theme that we find right along. Of all ideals they hail as good, The most sublime is Motherhood. There was a man, oh, who it seems, Once carried this ideal to extremes. He loved his mother and she loved him, And yet his story is rather grim. There once lived a man named Oedipus Rex. You may have heard about his odd complex. His name appears in Freud's index 'Cause he loved his mother. His rivals used to say quite a bit, That as a monarch he was most unfit. But still in all they had to admit That he loved his mother. Yes he loved his mother like no other. His daughter was his sister and his son was his brother. One thing on which you can depend is, He sure knew who a boy's best friend is! When he found what he had done, He tore his eyes out one by one. A tragic end to a loyal son Who loved his mother. So be sweet and kind to Mother, Now and then have a chat. Buy her candy or some flowers or a brand new hat. But maybe you had better let it go at that! Or you may find yourself with a quite complex complex, And you may end up like Oedipus. I'd rather marry a duck-billed platypus, Than end up like old Oedipus Rex. The out-patients are out in force tonight, I see. Later

Johnny Dickshot Sep 26 2006 11:32 AM

He was the greatest fan Certain like no other He followed all the bands Down to Tallahassee When worried looked his face The acid casualty speaks He did fifty hits a day Till his mind slipped out of reach Goddamn it Paul You're the death of us all Sitting on his front lawn His hands were in his pockets As he talked ceaselessly about nothing His eyes rolled back in his sockets What's more you can detect Kicked out of his self help group He walks the streets disgraced Tell me what has happened to you Goddamn it Paul You're the death of us all God damn it, Paul You're the death of us all When you take those little pills Sitting on his window sill He seeks to chemically alter his deranged mind Thank God for psychology Kept him hanging on for a week Till he confiscated His mind free from fear When he drove down nowhere road His jury rigged Beetle flipped out of control Then he took us all to burn to our crispy death Doctors use the dental charts Identify my body burned and charred Goddamn it Paul You're the death of us all God damn it, Paul You're the death of us all You know it's impossible What happened to me that day But my girlfriend was only 16 years old When she read my eulogy Just a paragraph on page seven B Of the Journal-Constitution Some say suicide Take me with you Paul you cannot hide Yourself from fear God damn it Paul You're the death of us all God damn it, Paul You're the death of us all

SteveJRogers Sep 26 2006 11:47 AM

Yet another word about dead people from Paul and Artie They say that richard cory owns one half of this whole town, With political connections to spread his wealth around. Born into society, a bankers only child, He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style. But I work in his factory And I curse the life Im living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be Richard cory. The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes: Richard cory at the opera, richard cory at a show. And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht! Oh, he surely must be happy with everything hes got. But I work in his factory And I curse the life Im living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be Richard cory. He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch, And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much, So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read: Richard cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head. But I work in his factory And I curse the life Im living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be Richard cory.

MFS62 Sep 26 2006 11:53 AM

Seems we skipped Q. Well I found a Q "song" for a man's name, but without lyrics: ]Quincy, M. E. (medical drama, starring Jack Klugman) [aka: "Quincy"] [Klugman played a crusading Los Angeles County Medical Examiner, with a penchant for finding subtle clues and a feisty temperament, impatient with bureaucracy; some say the Quincy character was based in part on the real-life L.A. County Coroner Naguchi.] (ABC Primetime, 1976 - 1983) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Theme: "Quincy Theme" [composer Glen A. Larson branched into TV producing, and produced this series along with "Battlestar Galactica" and other 70s shows for which he wrote the THEME; in contrast with some producers who demanded their name be listed as composer in order to receive a portion of the ASCAP/BMI composing royalties, (or wrote a weak lyric to get a portion of royalties) Glen Larson was actually a real composer as well as a producer.] Composer: Glen A. Larson (BMI) Orig. Publisher: [unknown] 1980 Publisher: Duchess Music Corporation (BMI) a div. of Universal City Studios, Inc. 2001 Publisher: Duchess-Hawaii Music, Inc. (BMI) c/o Universal Music Publishing, a div. of Universal Studios, Inc. of Los Angeles, CA Original Copyright Date: 1976 Renewal Copyright Date: We're waiting for an "S". Later

SteveJRogers Sep 26 2006 12:00 PM

Continuing the death and dying kick this thread seems to be on (Was "sung" by Hank Snow and Johnny Cash, Cash on his recent "Personal File" CD) There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee. Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows. He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell; Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd "sooner live in hell". On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see; It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee. And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow, And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe, He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request." Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan: "It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains; So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains." A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail; And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale. He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee; And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee. There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven, With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given; It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains, But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains." Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code. In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load. In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed the thing. And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow; And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low; The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in; And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin. Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay; It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May". And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum; Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum." Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire; Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher; The flames just soared, and the furnace roared -- such a blaze you seldom see; And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee. Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so; And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear; But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near; I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; . . . then the door I opened wide. And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm -- Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm." There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.

RealityChuck Sep 26 2006 12:06 PM

Tom Slick. Tom Slick. Let me tell you why, He's the best of all the guys. Tom Slick Tom Slick In the thunder boat grease slapper once he's on your tail. He won't quit because you know there's no such word as fail to Tom Slick Tom Slick! (BTW, there's an even better and more obvious "Q" for the next time around).

Yancy Street Gang Sep 26 2006 01:17 PM

(I'm also surprised that a very famous Q song has been overlooked twice.) Anyway... Tales Of Brave Ulysses (From the album "CROSSROADS") by Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever, But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun. And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids, And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses: How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing, For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips. And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise, And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea. And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body, Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind. The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers, And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter. Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell, And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured By the sirens sweetly singing. The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers, And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

sharpie Sep 26 2006 01:52 PM

Blondie sings about.. VICTOR Oh, I don't want you to go! Oh, please don't leave me alone! Oh! No, I don't want you to go! Oh, please don't leave me alone! Oh! Dear Annett, Soon I'll be with you before they know, before the show. I'm not a whore. I dance no more. I'll be with you across the border, dearest Anastasia. I'm leaving soon. I'm sorry too, but burn this letter. Burn my picture. They won't know I've crossed the border. Love, Victor. Oh, I don't want you to go! Oh, don't leave me alone! Oh!

seawolf17 Sep 26 2006 03:17 PM

Now, I have a friend named [url=http://www.school-house-rock.com/wav/pro.wav]Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla[/url], And I could say that Rufus found a kangaroo That followed Rufus home And now that kangaroo belongs To Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla. Whew! I could say that, but I don't have to, 'Cause I've got pronouns, I can say, "HE found a kangaroo that followed HIM home and now IT is HIS" You see, (uh) HE, HIM, and HIS are pronouns, Replacing the noun, Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla, A very proper noun. And IT is a pronoun, replacing the noun, kangaroo! (How common!) Now Rufus has a sister named Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla. If she found a kangaroo I'd say to you: "SHE found a kangaroo that followed HER home, and now it is HERS." But I can't say that... 'Cause SHE found an aardvark That fell in love with HER, and THEY're so happy. And my name's Albert Andreas Armadillo. (No relation to the Sarsaparillas.) Because of pronouns, I can say: I wish SHE would find a rhinoceros for ME and WE'd be happy." You see, a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun, 'Cause saying all those nouns over and over Can really wear you down! Now I could tell you Rafaella Gabriela and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla and Albert Andreas Armadillo found an aardvark, a kangaroo, and a rhinoceros. And now that aardvark and that kangaroo and that rhinoceros belong respectively to Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla and Albert Andreas Armadillo! Whew! Because of pronouns I can say, in this way: "WE found THEM and THEY found US and now THEY are OURS and WE're so happy." Thank you, pronouns! You see a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun, 'Cause saying all those nouns over and over Can really wear you down. Sometimes, when we take 'em all on the bus People really raise a fuss. They start shouting out a lot o' pronouns at us, like "WHO brought that rhinoceros on this bus?" and "WHAT made that horrible noise?" and "WHICH one of them is getting off first?" WHO, WHAT, and WHICH are special pronouns that can as a question In a sentence when you do not know the name of the noun, But I know: I have MINE, and SHE has HERS, HE has HIS. Do YOU have YOURS? THEY love US, and WE love THEM, WHAT's OURS is THEIRS - That's how it is with friends, And pronouns, you are really friends, yeah! 'Cause saying all those nouns over and over Can really wear you down.

MFS62 Sep 26 2006 03:25 PM

They sing of Yancey Derringer on every danger trail, On riverboat, in manor house and now and then in jail. They say that Yancy Derringer had ruffles at his wrists, Brocade and silver buckles and iron in his fists. Yancy, Yancy Derringer, Yancy, Yancy Derringer. In every tale of derring do, they tell of Yancy D. Later

sharpie Sep 26 2006 03:38 PM

Seawolf should be told that W comes before X. Here is a missing W, from the Kinks: Walter, remember when the world was young And all the girls knew Walter's name? Walter, isn't it a shame the way our little world has changed? Do you remember, Walter, playing cricket in the thunder and the rain? Do you remember, Walter, smoking cigarettes behind your garden gate? Yes, Walter was my mate, But Walter, my old friend, where are you now? Walter's name. Walter, isn't it a shame the way our little world has changed? Do you remember, Walter, how we said we'd fight the world so we'd be free. We'd save up all our money and we'd buy a boat and sail away to sea. But it was not to be. I knew you then but do I know you now? Walter, you are just an echo of a world I knew so long ago If you saw me now you wouldn't even know my name. I bet you're fat and married and you're always home in bed by half-past eight. And if I talked about the old times you'd get bored and you'll have nothing more to say. Yes people often change, but memories of people can remain.

seawolf17 Sep 26 2006 03:57 PM

As a convicted spelling nerd, I apologize to the letter W.

sharpie Sep 26 2006 05:13 PM

Not doing two in a row 'cause X and Y should have followed my W. This Z hanging out was way too obvious to let lie: Oh Oooh yeah Ah Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly And The spiders from Mars. He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling He could leave 'em to hang They came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan. So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us, So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands? Oh Ooh oh Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo The kids were just crass, he was the nazz With God given ass He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band. Oh yeah Ooooooo Ziggy played guitaarrrrrr

Edgy DC Sep 26 2006 06:44 PM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Sep 26 2006 07:09 PM

What's it all about Alfie? Is it just for the moment we live? What's it all about when you sort it out Alfie? Are we meant To take more than we give Or are we meant to be kind? And if... Only fools are kind Alfie Then I guess it's wise to be cruel And if life belongs... Only to the strong Alfie What will you lend on an old golden rule? As sure as I believe there's a heaven above Alfie I know there's something much more Something even non-believers can believe in I believe in love Alfie Without true love we just exist Alfie Until you find the love you've missed You're nothing Alfie When you walk Let your heart lead the way And you'll find love Any day Alfie Alfie

SteveJRogers Sep 26 2006 07:08 PM

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With them windshield wipers slappin' time, And Bobby clappin' hands, We finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Feeling good was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done, Every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find. And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose: Nothin' left is all she left for me. Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. Buddy, that was good enough for me; Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. La da da la la na na na La da da na na. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da La la la da da. La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la na na na La la la da da. La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee. La la la la la da da da.................

TheOldMole Sep 27 2006 05:26 AM

Fe-fe, fi-fi, fo-fo, fum I smell smoke in the auditorium Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught Just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me) That's him on his knees I know that's him Yeah, from 7 come 11 Down in the boys' gym Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught Just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me) Who's always writing on the wall Who's always goofing in the hall Who's always throwing spit balls Guess who (who, me) yeah, you Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow Who calls the English teacher, Daddy-O Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught Just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me) [Instrumental Interlude] Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow Who calls the English teacher, Daddy-O Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught Just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me)

RealityChuck Sep 27 2006 08:42 AM

Born on a mountain top in Tennessee, Greenest state in the land of the free. Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree, Killed him a bear when he was only three. Davy, Davy Crockett King of the Wild Frontier. Fought single handed through the Injun war, Till the Creeks was whipped and peace was restored. And while he was handling this risky chore, Made himself a legend, forevermore. Davy, Davy Crockett the man who don't know fear. He went of to Congress and served a spell Fixin' up the government and laws as well. Took over Washington, I heard tell, And patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell. Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear. When he come home, his politickin' was done, While the western march had just begun. So he packed his gear, and his trusty gun And let out a grinnin' to follow the sun. Davy, Davy Crockett, Leadin the Pioneer.

Yancy Street Gang Sep 27 2006 11:38 AM

A horse is a horse, of course, of course, And no one can talk to a horse of course That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Mr. Ed. Go right to the source and ask the horse He'll give you the answer that you'll endorse. He's always on a steady course. Talk to Mr. Ed. People yakkity yak a streak and waste your time of day But Mister Ed will never speak unless he has something to say. A horse is a horse, of course, of course, And this one'll talk 'til his voice is hoarse. You never heard of a talking horse? Well listen to this: I AM MISTER ED!

Edgy DC Sep 27 2006 11:54 AM

Toe to toe Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they're stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it's finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do And you don't stop Sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he's got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you're in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin' cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars Then When there's no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don't move too slow, 'cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He's gonna eat 'em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don't strain your brain, paint a train You'll be singin' in the rain I said don't stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV 'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's on And now he's gone back up to space Where he won't have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don't stop Just blast off, sure shot 'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars And now he only eats guitars, get up!

TheOldMole Sep 27 2006 12:11 PM

In the immortal words of Spike Jones (not to be confused with Spike Jonze): Barney Google, with his goog- goog- googley eyes. Barney Google had a wife three times his size. She sued Barney for divorce Now he's living with his horse. Barney Google, with his goog- goog- googley eyes. Barney Google, with his goog- goog- googley eyes. Barney Google, has a girl that loves the guys. Only friends can get a squeeze. That girl has no enemies. Barney Google, with his goog- goog- googley eyes.

RealityChuck Sep 27 2006 12:18 PM

I am here to state I'm here to relate To explain and make it plain that: I`m just wild about Harry and Harry's wild about me; The heavenly blisses of his kisses fill me with extasy. He's sweet just like sugar candy and just like honey from a bee; oh, I`m just wild about Harry and he's just wild about, he can't do without, he's just wild about me Oh I`m just wild about Mandy, and Mandy's wild about me Oh, I`m just wild about Harry and Harry's wild about me. The heavenly blisses of his kisses fill me with extasy. He's sweet just like sugar candy, and just like honey from a bee; Oh, I`m just wild about Harry and he's just wild about me.

TheOldMole Sep 27 2006 12:23 PM

The sons of the Prophet are hardy and bold, And quite unaccustomed to fear, but of all the most reckless of life or of limb was Abdullah Bulbul Amir. When they wanted a man to encourage the van Or harass a foe from the rear, Storm fort or redoubt, they had only to shout For Abdullah Bulbul Amir. This son of the desert in battle aroused Could spit twenty men on his spear. A terrible creature when sober or soused Was Abdullah Bulbul Amir. The heroes were plenty and well known to fame That fought in the ranks of the Czar. But the greatest of these was a man by the name Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. He could imitate Irving, play euchre or pool And strum on the Spanish guitar. In fact quite the cream of the Muscovite team Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few He could drink them all under the bar. Come gallant or tank, there was no one to rank With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun And donned his most truculent sneer. He went into town, and straightway ran down Abdullah Bulbul Amir. "Young man", quoth the Bulbul, "Is existence so dull That you're eager to end your career? For infidel, know, you have trod on the toe Of Abdullah Bulbul Amir." "So take your last look at the sunshine and brook And send your regrets to the Czar. By this I imply you are going to die, Mr. Ivan Skavinsky Skivar." Said Ivan, "My friend, your remarks in the end Will avail you but little, I fear. For you ne'er will survive to repeat them alive, Mr. Abdullah Bulbul Amir." Then this bold Mamalouk drew his trusty skibouk With a cry of "Allah Akbar." With murderous intent he ferociously went For Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. They parried and thrust, they sidestepped and cussed Of blood they spilled a great lot. The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes, Say that hash was first made on that spot. They fought all that night 'neath the pale yellow moon, The din it was heard from afar. And multitudes came, so great was the fame, Of Abdul and Ivan Skivar. As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life, In fact he had shouted, "Huzzah!" He felt himself struck by that wily Calmuck, Count Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. The Sultan drove by in his red-crested fly, Expecting the victor to cheer. But he only drew nigh just to hear the last sigh Of Abdullah Bulbul Amir. Czar Petrovich too, in his spectacles blue Drove up in his new crested car. He arrived just in time to exchange a last line With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. There's a grave by the wave where the Blue Danube rolls, And 'graved there in characters clear, Is "Stranger, when passing, oh pray for the soul Of Abdullah Bulbul Amir." A splash in the Black Sea one dark moonless night, Caused ripples to spread near and far. It was made by a sack fitting close to the back Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps, 'Neath the light of the pale polar star. And the name that she murmurs so oft as she weeps Is Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

Yancy Street Gang Sep 27 2006 12:27 PM

(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.) What you say? (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.) Woah Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean, You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen. I guess if you said so I'd have to pack my things and go. (That's right) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.) What you say? (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.) Now baby, listen baby, don't ya treat me this-a way Cause I'll be back on my feet some day. (Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood) (you ain't got no money you just ain't no good.) Well, I guess if you say so I'd have to pack my things and go. (That's right) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.) What you say? (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.) (Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.) Well (don't you come back no more.) Uh, what you say? (don't you come back no more.) I didn't understand you (don't you come back no more.) You can't mean that (don't you come back no more.) Oh, now baby, please (don't you come back no more.) What you tryin' to do to me? (don't you come back no more.) Oh, don't treat me like that (don't you come back no more.)

TheOldMole Sep 27 2006 12:39 PM

This here's the story about Killer Joe He's a real bad cat, 'forget I told you so Silk on the corners of his fancy threads double breasted pin stripe coat top press fast talkin' good looking flim flam jive why he's the kind o' cat that'll make a dead man cry so look out for Killer Joe! Killer Joe - Killer Joe Killer Joe - love dough (Repeat) Love of gold Has made him very cold (Repeat Top) I hit the big town an'he turned me roun' He dazzled me with some pretty jive prettier jive than I've ever heard from any man alive He called me "Baby," 'n "Honey" Messed wit m'head, tol' me he'd show me a whole mess o'money An' what did I get? That's somethin' I ain't figured out yet Each woman I meet is like a bead that's strung on a string an' I wear 'em like I'm wearin' a necklace Women love me, n'think lots of me Really! How can they be so reckless I tell 'em in front, that I do love money So - later on - then they won't get funny When I tighten up an' the scene gets heavy times when I laugh they're over, now they're gonna' feel a draf' Tell y'truth, if y'mus know Only thing can save y'is t'bring me lots o'dough (Background) Poor girl - Pity the hick Poor girl - Man, is he slick Poor girl - Pity the poor chick Stars were peepin' low An' man dud she have eyes for that Joe 'N Joe was jivin' with all of his lies She felt he must o'meant it Boy, the chick was in f'some surprise Yep! 'N Joe ain' 'bout t'let 'er slide Git'er t'flyin' high 'n wide Then goof her carpet ride She was cute, he had class Y'knew he had 'er soon s'he made his pass (Background) (That's Joe!) Big cities are jungles an' men're like leopards An' women are lost lambs who've strayed from kep' herds An' them leopards - are real wolves Actin' jus' like shepherds Look out! Joe got his hook out He's lookin' so han'some Guaranteed trouble Y'think you c'n stan' some He'll furnish it double So look out This is K for Killer, not J for Joe. And now I really do have to get back to work.

ScarletKnight41 Sep 27 2006 12:56 PM

Well the south side of chicago Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man named leroy brown Now leroy more than trouble You see he stand bout six foot four All the downtown ladies call him treetop lover All the mens just call him sir And its bad, bad leroy brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old king kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now leroy he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wave his diamond rings In front of everybodys nose He got a custom continental He got an eldorado too He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun He got a razor in his shoe And its bad, bad leroy brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old king kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well friday bout a week ago Leroy shootin dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named doris And ooh that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And leroy brown learned a lesson bout messin with the wife of a jealous man And its bad, bad leroy brown The baddest man in the whole damned town Badder than old king kong And meaner than a junkyard dog, Well the two men took to fightin And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And its bad, bad leroy brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old king kong And meaner than a junkyard dog

RealityChuck Sep 27 2006 01:03 PM

Let me tell you a story from way back, truck on down and dig me, Jack, there's Big Moe, little biddy Moe, four eyed Moe, No Moe, Look at brother, look at brother, look at brother, eat Moe! ALL: Who's the greatest band around, makes the cats jump up and down, who's the talk of rhythm town, five guy's named Moe, that's us! When they start to beat it out, everybody jumps and shouts, tell me who the critics all rave about, five guys named Moe. We came out of nowhere, and that don't mean a thing, we rate high and you'll know why, when you hear us sing, sing, sing, sing, sing. High brow, low brow, they all agree, we're the best in harmony, I'm telling you folks, you really ought to see, five guys named Moe. We came out of nowhere, and that don't mean a thing, we rate high and you'll know why, when you hear us singngngngng, We're the greatest band around, make the cats jump up and down, we're the talk of rhythm town, five guy's named Moe. Not one guy, No Moe, Not two guys, little biddy Moe, Not three guy's, four eyed Moe, Not four guys, Big Moe, But five guys, eat Moe, Five little guys named Moe, Moe, Moe, Moe, Moe, that's us!

SteveJRogers Sep 27 2006 08:39 PM

The Biltmore garage wants a grand But we ain't got a grand on hand. And they now got a lock on the door To the gym at P.S. 84. There's the stock room behind the McCloskey's bar. But Mrs. McCloskey ain't a good scout. And things being how they are The back of the police station is out! So the Biltmore garage is the spot. But the one thousand bucks we ain't got. Why it's good old reliable Nathan! Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Detroit! If you're looking for action, his firm is the spot. Even when the heat is on, it's never too hot. Not for good old reliable Nathan! Where it's always just a short walk To the oldest established, permanent floating, Crap game in New York There are well-heeled shooters everywhere, everywhere There are well-heeled shooters everywhere. And an awful lot of lettuce For the fella who can get us there. If we only had a lousy little grand We could be a millionaire! That's good old reliable Nathan! Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Detroit! If the size of your bundle you want to increase He'll arrange that you go broke in quiet and peace In a hideout provided by Nathan Where there are no neighbors to squawk. It's the oldest established permanent floating Crap game in New York. Where's the action? Where's the game? Gotta have the game Of we'll die from shame. It's the oldest established, permanent floating Crap game in New York!

TheOldMole Sep 28 2006 09:00 AM

From Ray Stevens (similarly by Weird Al Yankovic, but I figured Dubya hagiography was better coming from a country guy) Osama - yo’ mama didn’t raise you right When you were young she musta’ wrapped yo’ turban too tight She should have kept you home on those Arabian nights It's plain to see - you need some therapy Osama - yo' mama could have done a lot better Though I bet every day you did somethin' to upset her By the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letter New York City's where it's from - it's called a smart bomb And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now, You in a heap o' trouble son ‘Now just look what you've done ‘Saw you on TV with yo' gun ‘Mercy sakes, I can't do a thing wit'cha, told ya Dubyah's gonna git'chaä And I can just hear Dubyah sayin', ‘You in a heap 'o trouble boy ‘And I don't think you will enjoy ‘Our game of search and destroy ‘We got your terror right here, and we gon' run it up yo' rearä Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you how to act You've crossed the line too far this time, there ain't no turnin' back You're startin' to remind us of another maniac \Yeah, you know who - he started World War II Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you to behave Now they say you're hangin' with the bats in a cave Well, pullin' off that sneak attack was not too brave Kinda makes us remember - the 7th of December And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now, ‘You in a heap o' trouble son ‘Now just look what you've done ‘Saw you on TV with yo' gun ‘Mercy sakes, I can't do a thing wit'cha, told ya Dubyah's gonna git'cha And I can just hear Dubyah sayin', ‘You in a heap 'o trouble boy ‘And I don't think you will enjoy ‘Our game of search and destroy ‘We got your terror right here, and we gon' run it up yo' rearä Osama yo' karma's really got you in a jam But that's just what you get - when you mess with Uncle Sam Osama the Taliban is history Nobody wants to see you startin' World War III Osama you know the al-Qaida won't last Osama, just like you, it's future's in the past

RealityChuck Sep 28 2006 09:06 AM

I told you about strawberry fields You know the place where nothing is real Well here's another place you can go Where everything flows. Looking through the bent backed tulips To see how the other half live Looking through a glass onion. I told you about the walrus and me-man You know that we're as close as can be-man Well here's another clue for you all The walrus was Paul. Standing on the cast iron shore-yeah Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet-yeah Looking through a glass onion. I told you about the fool on the hill I tell you man he living there still Well here's another place you can be Listen to me. Fixing a hole in the ocean Trying to make a dove-tail joint-yeah Looking through a glass onion.

sharpie Sep 28 2006 09:14 AM

Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats, Some are building monuments, Others, jotting down notes, Ev'rybody's in despair, Ev'ry girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy. Come all without, come all within, You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet, But guarding fumes and making haste, It ain't my cup of meat. Ev'rybody's 'neath the trees, Feeding pigeons on a limb But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, All the pigeons gonna run to him. Come all without, come all within, You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. A cat's meow and a cow's moo, I can recite 'em all, Just tell me where it hurts yuh, honey, And I'll tell you who to call. Nobody can get no sleep, There's someone on ev'ryone's toes But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, Ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze. Come all without, come all within, You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.

TheOldMole Sep 28 2006 10:04 AM

Woooh, well, don't you know, baby Child, don't you know baby Oww, don't you know baby Little girl, little girl, don't you know Please listen to me baby Girl, I'm in love with you so Turn your lamp down low I said turn your lamp down low Wooo, turn it down Please turn your lamp down low Come on baby Girl I'm in love with you so Now I know I've been away For such a long time But now baby I can't get you off of my mind So come on, please baby come on Come on, come on Love your daddy all night long Now if you love me Like I love you We can do all the things that we Used to do So come on, Oww, baby come on Please baby come on Love your daddy all night long Say, have you heard baby Ray Charles is in town Let's mess around till the midnight hour See what he's puttin down Come on Please baby, come on, child Oh lord, baby Come on, all night long Turn your lamp down low Cause I love you so Baby please come on Love your daddy all night long You hear me talkin, baby Baby please come on

Edgy DC Sep 28 2006 10:42 AM

Good job grabbing "Quinn the Eskimo." I heard this one at the gym this morning. Debonair lullabies In melodies revealed In deep despair on lonely nights He knows just how you feel The slyest rhymes - the sharpest suits In miracles made real Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night You know youre right just to hold her tight He soothes it right - makes it outtasite And everythings good in the world tonight! When Smokey sings I hear violins When Smokey sings I forget everything As shes packing her things As shes spreading her wings The front door might slam But the back door it rings And Smokey sings...he sings Elegance in eloquence For sale or rent or hire Should I say "yes, I match his best" Then I would be a liar Symphonies that soothe the rage When lovers hearts catch fire Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night You know you're right just to hold her tight He soothes it right - makes it outtasite And everythings good in the world tonight! When Smokey sings I hear violins When Smokey sings I forget everything As shes packing her things As shes spreading her wings Smashing the Hell With the Heaven she brings Then Smokey sings...he sings Luther croons Sly's the original originator James screams Marvin was the only innovator But nothing can compare Nothing can compare When Smokey sings When Smokey sings I hear violins When Smokey sings I forget everything As shes packing her things As shes spreading her wings She threw back the ring When Smokey sings... Smokey sings... Smokey sings...

sharpie Sep 28 2006 10:59 AM

Ground control to major tom Ground control to major tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground control to major tom Commencing countdown, engines on Check ignition and may gods love be with you Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, Four, three, two, one, liftoff This is ground control to major tom Youve really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now its time to leave the capsule if you dare This is major tom to ground control Im stepping through the door And Im floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet earth is blue And theres nothing I can do Though Im past one hundred thousand miles Im feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell me wife I love her very much she knows Ground control to major tom Your circuits dead, theres something wrong Can you hear me, major tom? Can you hear me, major tom? Can you hear me, major tom? Can you.... Here am I floating round my tin can Far above the moon Planet earth is blue And theres nothing I can do.

Edgy DC Sep 28 2006 11:06 AM

Oooh...

TheOldMole Sep 28 2006 01:19 PM

Oh, the people would come from far away, To dance all night to the break of day. When the caller would holler: "Do Si Do", They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go. Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy", And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy". Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn", To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins. Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! I'll never forget that mournful day When old Uncle Pen was called away, He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow, And he knew it was time for him to go. Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! Late in the evening, about sundown, High on the hill, an' above the town, Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!

RealityChuck Sep 28 2006 02:18 PM

Well, a guy's name, at least: A thousand artists have done their damnedest to paint her, But all in vain. And ev'ry day their hopes grow fainter; The reason's plain. For Victoria's also known as Victor, Making it tricky to depict her. Victor Victoria, Victor Victoria, Victoria, what a victor you are! She spreads confusion; her illusion is serene. Behind the screen, is he a king or is she a queen? She's such a tease; fellas like these, Trying to please, get ill at ease. Not sure if he's: Louee or Louise... Company: No wonder... Thousands of lovers struggle to win her Without success. Even an evening having dinner, She won't say yes. And God help the guy who ever tricked her; Kiss 'em goodbye if they afflict her. Victoria No wonder... Male friends, also Female, keep sending me Mail; wond'ring can She be male? They all pursue me, and Woo me, and misconstrue me. Company: Victor Victoria, Victor Victoria, Victoria, what a victor you are! Men are so dim fancying him and fancying her. They're so bemused, they get confused Which one they prefer. Is he a she? Is she a he? If you ask me, it's hard to see. Is he a she? Is she a he? If you ask me, Which she can be? Victoria There's no guarantee. And so when young men and old men, Turning to bold men, to hold my hand, They get too frazzled and bedazzled To understand. Company You can't contradict her or predict him; She is a victor, not the victim. Victor Victoria, Victor Victoria, Labisse [speaking] Stop! Make way-dancing fools... Ladies and gentlemen, you are victims of a cruel hoax, This woman is no man! Toddy I'm man enough for you, sweetheart! Company And that's why...all young men and old men Turning to bold men to hold her hand... They get to frazzled and bedazzled To understand. You can't contradict her or predict him. She is a victor not the victim. Victor Victoria, Victor Victoria, Victoria, what a victor you are! Toddy So when a guy loves a lady, However shady it may appear... No need to yell if they're two fellers; That's not so queer. Victoria and Toddy We'll all meant to cherish one another; Squash It's not a crime to love each other! Toddy (speaking) He sings too! Chorus Victor Victoria, Victor Victoria, Victoria, what a victor you are! Victoria, what a victor you are! Aaaaaaah!

TheOldMole Sep 28 2006 03:34 PM

I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you please Standin' at the crossroads, tried to flag a ride Whee-hee, I tried to flag a ride Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by Standin' at the crossroads, risin' sun goin' down Standin' at the crossroads baby, the risin' sun goin' down I believe to my soul now, po' Bob is sinkin' down You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown That I got the crossroad blues this mornin', Lord, baby I'm sinkin' down I went to the crossroad, mama, I looked east and west I went to the crossroad, babe, I looked east and west Lord, I didn't have no sweet woman, ooh well, babe, in my distress

sharpie Sep 28 2006 03:56 PM

Here he comes, he's coming down the street With his drunken wife and the kids he beats He's gonna tell you that life is hard And then he'll dump his trash in your backyard You'll hear lots of jokes about the racially pure When Mr. X moves in next door Just take a walk on the ignorant side And you'll get to see what goes on in his mind Just take a walk on the ignorant side And you'll get to see through his eyes There he goes, now he's on the lawn With his Sans-a-Belt pants and his Hush Puppies on The sky is blue and the bees are buzzin' He must be the product of those two first cousins He's got a rifle and a low I.Q. He doesn't close his mouth when he chews his food Oh, please, dear God, strike him dead Aim a lightning bolt straight through his head Oh, please, Reverend Sun Yung Moon Send someone to kill him soon Oh, Mohammed, Prophet of Allah Run him over in his own Impala Oh, please, kill him, Shirley MacLaine Take a pipe and bash in his brain Here he comes, he's driving 'round the block Sticking pamphlets in your mailbox Inviting your kids to an Aryan Youth Camp Moving his ammo when the basement gets damp Training his dog to attack your cat Hitting your mower with a baseball bat Just take a walk on the ignorant side (take a walk) And you'll get to see what goes on in his mind Just take a walk on the ignorant side And you'll get to see through his eyes Here he comes into your life With about as much charm as a Bowie knife He'll swim in your pool when you're not home And steal your tools and your garden gnomes Here he comes, he's coming down the street With his drunken wife and the kids he beats

TheOldMole Sep 29 2006 11:03 AM

Zungguzungguguzungguzeng Zungguzungguguzungguzeng Seh if yuh have a paper, yuh must have a pen and if yuh have a start, yuh must have a end seh five plus five, it equal to ten and if yuh have goat, yuh put dem in a pen and if yuh have a rooster, yuh must have a hen, now. Zungguzungguguzungguzeng Zungguzungguguzungguzeng Jump fe happiness and jump fe joy yuh nuh fe call Yellowman nuh bwoy Lady Ann a yuh so take fe toy playgal all dem call him joy yuh nuh fe call Yellowman nuh bwoy yuh nuh fe call John John nuh bwoy yuh nuh fe take I and I fe bwoy. Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, watch it! Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, catch it! Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, 'ca. Zero, zero, one, one, nine 'ca Yellowman make yuh feel so fine me chat all me lyric, me chat dem in a rhyme me nuh eat lime it full of a rhyme 'ca Yellowman him a commit nuh crime, 'ca. Zungguzungguguzungguzeng Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, hey! Ku Shung Peng, Ku Shu-shu-shung Peng, hey! Ku Shung Peng, Ku Shu-shu-shung Peng. Seh if yuh have a start, yuh must have a end seh if yuh have a paper, yuh pass me the pen but tell yuh Yellowman have too much girlfriend 'ca nuff a dem a talk bout me nuh have nuh girlfriend yuh a idiot bwoy, me have a hundred and ten seh all a dem, dem have yellow children all a dem, dem have yellow children some live a Kingston and dung a Maypenn nuff a dem a ask me how me have nuff girlfriend, true arguments, I have nuff arguments, Lord! Arguments, I have nuff arguments me enter in the house of parliament prime minister and his wife haffe keep silent a true Yellowman a chat intelligent dem put me in the court, the judge seh yuh innocent, true arguments, I have nuff arguments, 'ca Sandra should a be fe me girlfriend, hey! Lady Ann should a be me girlfriend, make a Zunggu zungguguzungguzeng, hey! Yuh nuh fe jump fe happy or joy yuh nuh fe call Yellowman nuh bwoy nuh bother take John Joe fe toy me bredda in law them call him U-roy. Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, watch it! Zungguzungguguzungguzeng Yuh leggo violence, yuh smoke ishence yuh deal with violence, yuh go dung silence but tell yuh Yellowman come fe tell dem again yuh live a Kingston or yuh live a Maypenn seh if yuh have a rooster, yuh must have a hen and if yuh have a start, yuh must have a end but watch Yellowman come fe rock dem again, Lord! Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, watch it! Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, hey! Jump fe happiness and jump fe joy yuh nuh fe take Yellowman fe bwoy yuh nuh fe take Yellowman fe toy. Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, watch it! Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, hey! Ku Shung Peng, Ku Shu-shu-shung Peng! But tell yuh Yellow vibes it sound like FM the other rest of vibes sound like AM but tell yuh Yellowman come fe rock dem again yuh could a live a Kingston, Mo' Bay or Maypenn, 'ca. Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, hey! Zungguzungguguzungguzeng, hey! Nuh fe call Yellowman nuh bwoy yuh fe jump fe happiness and jump fe joy. Zunggu zungguguzungguzeng 'ca Yellowman have nuff girlfriend 'ca watch a man me come fe tell dem again 'ca Yellowman come fe mash dem again, Lord!

RealityChuck Sep 29 2006 12:03 PM

(all right you Chipmunks! Ready to sing your song? -I'll say we are! -Yeah! -Let's sing it now! Okay, Simon? -Okay! Okay, Theodore? -Okay! Okay, Alvin? Alvin? ALVIN! -OKAY!!!) Christmas, Christmas time is near Time for toys and time for cheer We've been good, but we can't last Hurry Christmas, hurry fast Want a plane that loops the loop Me, I want a hula hoop We can hardly stand the wait Please Christmas, don't be late. (Okay fellas get ready. That was very good, Simon. -Naturally. Very good Theodore. -Ahhh. Ah, Alvin, you were a little flat, watch it. Ah, Alvin. Alvin. ALVIN! -OKAY.) Want a plane that loops the loop I still want a hula hoop We can hardly stand the wait Please Christmas, don't be late. We can hardly stand the wait Please Christmas, don't be late. (Very good, boys -Lets sing it again! Yeah, lets sing it again! No, That's enough, lets not overdo it -What do you mean overdo it? -We want to sing it again! Now wait a minute, boys -Why can't we sing it again? -[chipmunk chatter] Alvin, cut that out..Theodore, just a minute. Simon will you cut that out? Boys...)

Yancy Street Gang Sep 29 2006 12:04 PM

I think Mole's song was a Y and not a Z.

TheOldMole Sep 29 2006 01:04 PM

yep. yellowman. But here's a Z, though it can be used again for TV themes: Out of the night, When the full moon is bright, Comes the horseman known as Zorro. This bold renegade Carves a "Z" with his blade, A "Z" that stands for Zorro. Zorro, Zorro, the fox so cunning and free, Zorro, Zorro, who makes the sign of the Z. He is polite, But the wicked take flight When they catch the sight of Zorro. He’s friend of the weak, And the poor and the meek, This very unique senor Zorro. Zorro, Zorro, the fox so cunning and free, Zorro, Zorro, who makes the sign of the Z. Zorro, Zorro, Zorro, Zorro, Zorro.

Yancy Street Gang Sep 29 2006 01:25 PM

An early hint that Michael Jackson was nuts. Here he sings a song about a rat: Ben, the two of us need look no more We both found what we were looking for With a friend to call my own Ill never be alone And you my friend will see Youve got a friend in me (youve got a friend in me) Ben, youre always running here and there (here and there) You feel youre not wanted anywhere (anywhere) If you ever look behind And dont like what you find Theres something you should know Youve got a place to go (youve got a place to go) I used to say, I and me Now its us, now its we (I used to say, I and me) (now its us, now its we) Ben, most people would turn you away I dont listen to a word they say They dont see you as I do I wish they would try to Im sure theyd think again If they had a friend like ben (a friend) Like ben (like ben) Like ben

seawolf17 Sep 29 2006 01:43 PM

suppose i accidentally got my shit together would i get a medal? or a pat on the back and a little feather i could stick in my cap or pin it to my shirt go out in the yard and poke it in the dirt or leave it in the woods where it couldnt be found if it fell over, would it make a sound? and if so, would it be the sound that you like? or should I do it over, until I get it right? You say everything i know is wrong so do me a favor and play along as the rusty gears turn dont be alarmed if you smell something burning upstairs its a BB rolling around in a box car see us together maybe it wouldnt be so hard to explain if i only had a brain somewhere on a higher mental plain i might learn to come in from the rain if i had a clue would i still be here with you? gee whiz, if i only had a brain who's that? oh, its my little friend cupid wearing a shirt that says im with stupid always nearby whereever i go he's looking out for me dont you know mr excitement, never in a rut johnny on the spot with an arrow in the butt ouch i guess our love is true now, if i could only get a clue

TheOldMole Sep 29 2006 09:45 PM

Old Doc Holliday was tendin' the town old Doc Holliday was tendin' the town But he heard the news goin' around that the Plainfield Kid is gonna shoot him down Won't you have another drink on me Doc Holliday Have another drink on me (Doc Holliday) Have another drink on me Doc Holliday the Kid ain't gonna shoot you down Old Doc Holliday was leanin' on the stand pistol on his hip and redeye in his hand The Kid come walkin' down the street Doc said Kid, this ain't no way to meet Won't you have another drink on me Doc Holliday Have another drink on me (Doc Holliday) Have another drink on me Doc Holliday the Kid ain't gonna shoot you down The Kid drew his pistol and Doc did too Doc drew first and he shot him through Kid looked up said don't shoot me more Doc just smiled and emptied his 44 Oh won't you have another drink on me... Won't you have another drink on me Doc Holliday Have another drink on me (Doc Holliday) Have another drink on me Doctor Holliday the Kid ain't gonna shoot you down

Frayed Knot Sep 30 2006 11:05 PM

'Eddie' from The R.H.P.S. Scott: From the day he was born He was trouble. He was the thorn In his mother's side. She tried in vain Narrator: ...but he never caused her nothing but shame. Scott: He left home the day she died. From the day she was gone All he wanted Was Rock 'n' Roll porn Und a motorbike. Shooting up junk... Narrator: He was a low down cheap little punk! Scott: Taking everyone for a ride. All: When Eddie said he didn't like his Teddy You knew he was a no-good kid. But when he threatened your life with a switch-blade knife Frank: What a guy! Janet: Makes you cry. Scott: Und I did. Columbia: Everybody shoved him. I very nearly loved him. I said, hey, listen to me; Stay sane inside insanity! But he locked the door and threw away the key. Scott: But he must have been drawn Into something, Making him warn Me in a note which reads... All: What's it say? What's it say? Eddie: I'm out of my head. Oh, hurry, or I may be dead. They mustn't carry out their evil deeds. (scream) All: When Eddie said he didn't like his Teddy You knew he was a no-good kid. But when he threatened your life with a switch-blade knife Frank: What a guy! Janet: Makes you cry. Scott: Und I did. All: When Eddie said he didn't like his Teddy You knew he was a no-good kid. But when he threatened your life With a switch-blade knife Frank: What a guy! (Whoa, oh, oh.) Janet: Makes you cry. (Hey, hey, hey.) Scott: Und I did. (I did)

Frayed Knot Sep 30 2006 11:08 PM

I'm doing two in a row because this thread has been idle for over 24 hours and I've had this "F" in waiting for a while Hi hello, wake from thy sleep God has given your soul to keep all of the power that burns in the flame ignites the light in a single name Frederick name of care fast asleep in a room somewhere guardian angels line a bed shed their light on my sleepy head I am a threshold yearning to sing down with the the dancers having one last fling here's to the moment when you said hello come on my spirit are you ready let's go hi hi hey hey maybe I will come back some day but tonight on the wings of a dove up above to the land of love now I lay me down to sleep pray the Lord my soul to keep kiss to kiss - breath to breath my soul surrenders - astonished to death night of wonder for us to keep set our sails - channel out deep after the rapture two hearts meet mine entwined in a single beat Frederick you're the one as we journey from sun to sun all the dreams I waited so long for fly tonight - so long so long bye bye hey hey maybe we will come back some day now but tonight on the wings of a dove up above to the land of love Frederick name of care high above in sky that's clear all the things I've been dreamin' of are expressed in this name of love bye bye hey hey maybe we will come back some day now but tonight on the wings of a dove up above . . . -- Patti Smith

TheOldMole Oct 02 2006 04:11 AM

The great Dave Van Ronk: Along came the IRT, a-cannon-ballin' through From 242nd Street to Flatbush Avenue. At 5:15 one Friday Eve, she pulled into Times Square. The people all filled the station, and Georgie he was there. The people all filled the station. they milled and massed around, And Georgie looked upon that train and it was Brooklyn bound. He vowed at once that train to board, the weekend not to roam, For Georgie was a shipping clerk and Brooklyn was his home. The people filled the station, a million head or more. George used his elbows & his knees 'til he reached the door. But when he reached those portals, he could not take the gaff. The conductor shut the door on him and cut poor George in half. The train pulled out of Times Square, the swiftest on the line. It carried poor George's head along, but it left his body behind. Poor Georgie died a hero's death, a martyr plain to see, And the very last words poor Georgie said were "Screw the IRT." Now when you ride the IRT and you approach Times Square, Incline your head a few degrees and say a silent prayer, For his body it lies between the ties amidst the dust & dew, And his head it rides the IRT to Flatbush Avenue.

RealityChuck Oct 02 2006 09:11 AM

Technically, this song is about a man whose name begins with an H: Kingfish There's a hundred-thousand Frenchmen in New Orleans In New Orleans there are Frenchmen everywhere But your house could fall down Your baby could drown Wouldn't none of those Frenchmen care Everybody gather 'round Loosen up your suspenders Hunker down on the ground I'm a cracker And you are too But don't I take good care of you Who built the highway to Baton Rouge? Who put up the hospital and built your schools? Who looks after shit-kickers like you? The Kingfish do Who gave a party at the Roosevelt Hotel? And invited the whole north half of the state down there for free The people in the city Had their eyes bugging out Cause everyone looked just like me Here comes the Kingfish, the Kingfish Everybody sing Here's the Kingfish, the Kingfish Every man a king Who took on the Standard Oil men And whipped their ass Just like he promised he'd do? Ain't no Standard Oil men gonna run this state Gonna be run by little folks like me and you Here's the Kingfish, the Kingfish Friend of the working man The Kingfish, the Kingfish The Kingfish gonna save this land

Edgy DC Oct 02 2006 09:21 AM

Mole knows a lot of songs about fellas.

sharpie Oct 03 2006 11:19 AM

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, so that every mouth can be fed. Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir, So that every mouth can be fed. Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me. Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen. Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone. I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde. Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. After a storm there must be a calm. They catch me in the farm. You sound the alarm. Poor me, the Israelite. Aah. Poor me, the Israelite. I wonder who I'm working for. Poor me, Israelite, I look a-down and out, sir.

Edgy DC Oct 03 2006 11:26 AM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Oct 03 2006 12:57 PM

It was January 1963 When Johnny came home With a gift for me He said I bought it for you Because I love you And I bought it for you 'Cause it's your birthday, too He was so very nice He was so very kind To think of me At this point in time I used to think of him He used think of me He told me to close my eyes My gift would be a great surprise I saw tears were in his eyes He never meant to hurt me (Oh, God) Johnny Don't point that gun at me There's so many ways our lives have changed But please, I beg, don't do this to me Johnny Don't point that gun at me Can I save my life at any price? For God's sake, won't you listen to me? And though he was ashamed That he had took a life Johnny came home With another wife And he often remembered How it used to be Before that special occasion 1963 There was too many ways That you could kill someone Like in a love affair When the love is gone He told me to close my eyes My gift would be a great surprise I saw hatred in his eyes He never meant to hurt me (Oh, God) Johnny Don't point that gun at me There's so many ways our lives have changed But please, I beg, don't do this to me Johnny You keep on using me Can I change my life for any price? Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me? He told me to close my eyes My gift would be a great surprise I saw hatred in his eyes But he never meant to hurt me (Oh, God) Johnny Don't point that gun at me There's so many ways our lives have changed But please, I beg, don't do this to me Johnny, you keep on using me Can I change my life for any price? Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me? I just want you to be mine I don't want this world to shine I don't want this bridge to burn Oh, Johnny, do you miss me? I just want to feel for you I will always feel for you

Johnny Dickshot Oct 03 2006 11:32 AM

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy" A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the scene You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I couldn't understand You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh I couldn't understand You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I couldn't understand I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh

RealityChuck Oct 03 2006 12:12 PM

When Louis came home to the flat, He hung up his coat and his hat, He gazed all around, but no wifey he found, So he said "where can Flossie be at?" A note on the table he spied, He read it just once, then he cried. It ran, "Louis dear, it's too slow for for me hear, So I think I will go for a ride." "Meet me in St. Louis, Louis, Meet me at the fair, Don't tell me the lights are shining any place but there; We will dance the Hoochee Koochee, I will be your tootsie wootsie, If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis, Meet me at the fair." The dresses that hung in the hall, Were gone, she had taken them all; She took all his rings and the rest of his things; The picture he missed from the wall. "What! moving!" the janitor said, "Your rent is paid three months ahead." "What good is the flat?" said poor Louis, "Read that." And the janitor smiled as he read. "Meet me in St. Louis, Louis, Meet me at the fair, Don't tell me the lights are shining any place but there; We will dance the Hoochee Koochee, I will be your tootsie wootsie, If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis, Meet me at the fair."

seawolf17 Oct 11 2006 03:04 PM

Do you not hear me anymore I know it's not your thing to care I know it's cool to be so bored I sucks me in when you're aloof It sucks me in, it sucks it works I guess it's cool to be alone Will you never rest Fighting the battle of who could care less Everyday you wake up late Sometimes I wish I was that way And you think Rockford Files is cool But there are some things that you would change if it were up to you So think about your masterpiece (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Watch the Rockford Files And call to see if Paul can score some weed. Do you never rest fighting the battle of who could care less Unearned unhappiness That's all right I guess... I've got this great idea Why don't we pitch it to the Franklin Fucking Mint Fine pewter portraits of General Apathy and Major Boredom singing... Whatever and ever Amen Oh well maybe not I’ll try again This should cheer you up for sure See I've got your old I.D. And you're all dressed up like the Cure You never rest fighting the battle of who could care less unearned unhappiness You're my hero I confess

RealityChuck Oct 11 2006 04:08 PM

The Biltmore garage wants a grand But we ain't got a grand on hand. And they now got a lock on the door To the gym at P.S. 84. There's the stock room behind the McCloskey's bar. But Mrs. McCloskey ain't a good scout. And things being how they are The back of the police station is out! So the Biltmore garage is the spot. But the one thousand bucks we ain't got. Why it's good old reliable Nathan! Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Detroit! If you're looking for action, his firm is the spot. Even when the heat is on, it's never too hot. Not for good old reliable Nathan! Where it's always just a short walk To the oldest established, permanent floating, Crap game in New York There are well-heeled shooters everywhere, everywhere There are well-heeled shooters everywhere. And an awful lot of lettuce For the fella who can get us there. If we only had a lousy little grand We could be a millionaire! That's good old reliable Nathan! Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Detroit! If the size of your bundle you want to increase He'll arrange that you go broke in quiet and peace In a hideout provided by Nathan Where there are no neighbors to squawk. It's the oldest established permanent floating Crap game in New York. Where's the action? Where's the game? Gotta have the game Of we'll die from shame. It's the oldest established, permanent floating Crap game in New York!

sharpie Oct 11 2006 04:13 PM

Calling Mr. Oswald with the swastika tattoo There is a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo Carving "V" for "vandal" on the guilty boy's head When he's had enough of that, maybe you'll take him to bed To teach him he's alive before he wishes he was dead (CHORUS) Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect Even your mother won't detect it, so your father won't know They think that I've got no respect but Everything is less than zero Hey, oo hey-ey Hey, oo hey-ey Oswald and his sister are doing it again They've got the finest home movies that you have ever seen They've got a thousand variations, every service with a smile They're gonna take a little break and they'll be back after a while Well, I hear that South America is coming into style (REPEAT CHORUS) A pistol was still smoking, a man lay on the floor Mr. Oswald said he had an understanding with the law He said he heard about a couple living in the USA He said they traded in their baby for a Chevrolet Let's talk about the future, now we've put the past away (REPEAT CHORUS) Hey, oo hey-ey Hey, oo hey-ey (REPEAT AND FADE)

Frayed Knot Oct 11 2006 04:37 PM

Pancho and Lefty Living on the road my friend Was gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron Your breath's as hard as kerosene You weren't your mama's only boy But her favorite one it seems She began to cry when you said goodbye And sank into your dreams Pancho was a bandit boys His horse was fast as polished steel Wore his gun outside his pants For all the honest world to feel Pancho met his match you know On the deserts down in Mexico Nobody heard his dying words That's the way it goes All the federales say They could have had him any day They only let him hang around Out of kindness I suppose Lefty he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down south Ended up in Lefty's mouth The day they laid poor Pancho low Lefty split for Ohio Where he got the bread to go There ain't nobody knows All the federales say They could have had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness I suppose The poets tell how Pancho fell Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold So the story ends we're told Pancho needs your prayers it's true, But save a few for Lefty too He just did what he had to do Now he's growing old A few gray federales say They could have had him any day They only let him go so wrong Out of kindness I suppose -- Townes Van Zandt

Edgy DC Oct 11 2006 06:49 PM

"I named my oldest boy after T. 'Nuff said..." --- Steve Earle

Frayed Knot Oct 11 2006 07:23 PM

We interrupt this thread to bring you Steve Earle's tribute to Townes Van Zandt: In Fort Worth all the neon's burnin' bright Pretty lights green and blue They'd shut down all the honky-tonks tonight And say a prayer or two if they only knew You always said the highway was your home But we both know that ain't true It's just the only place a man can go When he don't know where he's travellin' to And Colorado's always clean and healin' And Tennessee in spring is green and cool It never really was your kind of town But you went around with the Fort Worth Blues And somewhere up above the great divide Where the sky is wide and the clouds are few A man can see his way clear to the light Ah just hold on tight that's all you gotta do And they say Texas weather's always changin' One thing change'll bring is somethin' new And Houston really ain't that bad a town So you hung around with the Fort Worth Blues There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight Silver light over green and blue And every place I travel through I find Some kinda sign that you've been through And Amsterdam's always good for grievin' And London never fails to leave me blue And Paris never was my kinda town So I walked around with the Fort Worth Blues Saw him do this on 'Austin City Limits' one time ... Wow! We now return you to your regularly scheduled thread, already in progress. 'R' (or 'Q' if you got one) is on the table.

RealityChuck Oct 11 2006 07:54 PM

Ring my friend, I said you call Doctor Robert Day or night he'll be there any time at all, Doctor Robert Doctor Robert, you're a new and better man, He helps you to understand He does everything he can, Doctor Robert If you're down he'll pick you up, Doctor Robert Take a drink from his special cup, Doctor Robert Doctor Robert, he's a man you must believe, Helping everyone in need No one can succeed like Doctor Robert Well, well, well, you're feeling fine Well, well, well, he'll make you ... Doctor Robert My friend works for the national health, Doctor Robert Don't pay money just to see yourself with Doctor Robert Doctor Robert, you're a new and better man, He helps you to understand He does everything he can, Doctor Robert Well, well, well, you're feeling fine Well, well, well, he'll make you ... Doctor Robert

ScarletKnight41 Oct 11 2006 07:58 PM

Steven's Last Night in Town by Ben Folds Everyone gather 'round now Sing him a song Just in case by tomorrow It happens he's gone For two weeks and seven days Our fair foreign friend I have this feeling We might never see Steven again We thought he was gone But he's shown up again Last week it was funny Now the joke's wearing thin 'Cause everyone knows now That every night now Will be Steven's last night in town He's charmed everyone here Except for Tamara Easter Who later revealed to him Her inner-most secrets Won us over with stories About Linda McCartney Lost points with the ladies For saying he couldn't love a woman with cellulite We were talking 'bout something Seems like was funny Then Steven got quiet I think Steven was mad Maybe he wasn't mad But we felt really strange for a moment Then the moment was gone And forgotten ...

RealityChuck Oct 12 2006 08:48 AM

Tommy can you hear me? Can you feel me near you? Tommy can you feel me? Can I help to cheer you. Ooo, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy Tommy can you hear me? Can you feel me near you? Tommy can you feel me? Can I help to cheer you. Ooo, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy Tommy can you hear me? Can you feel me near you? Tommy can you feel me? Can I help to cheer you. Ooo, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy...

Willets Point Oct 12 2006 09:02 AM

Y'all skipped Q. Ludwig Von 88 Messire Quentin Conteur: Sir Quentin preux chevalier Galopant par vaux et monts De mil hommes faisant arm? Ou vainqueur les m?e-enes-tu donc? Sir Quentin: De part les brumes oyez ces longues plaintes Meurtrie cette asme l'on d?ir? Messire Roy de cette infante Salut m'envoye gu?r Conteur: Dame blandine du peuple emprise Qu?nt gr? ?'horizon Depuis jours ainsi soumise M?nt merci du plus haut du donjon Dame Blandine: Messire Messire d'une vierge prenez piti? Du peuple l'ire a condamn? Donnez secours chevalier Mon coeur Conquesriray Le peuple: De reste disettes de mis? Vous faisons grief ?ssire Du peuple le Roy n'a que faire De sa fille ferons du mini-mir Sire Quentin: Saltimbanques pouacres fi de vous ouh ouh De mon p? transperai ?e-ee-elle dame Blandine Vous d?livrerai Le peuple: A nous venir chevalier Si tel vos dires courage avez Opposeront ?otre ?e Fourches b?ns pierres et pav?Conteur: Vers le donjon sire Quentin fou de rage Mena bataille telle foudre tomb? De part les morts et les cadavres Chemin se frayait Boum! Schglink! Plaf! Boum! Dans le donjon sire Quentin fou de rage S'?ia "Dieu soye-je dasmne!" D?uvroyant que dame Blandine Une vache en fait ?it (3x) Eve Ribody: La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la Al Touguezeur: La la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la

TheOldMole Oct 12 2006 09:42 AM

Were so sorry uncle albert Were so sorry if we caused you any pain Were so sorry uncle albert But theres no one left at home And I believe Im gonna rain Were so sorry but we havent heard a thing all day Were so sorry uncle albert But if anything should happen well be sure to give a ring Were so sorry uncle albert But we havent done a bloody thing all day Were so sorry uncle albert But the kettles on the boil and were so easily called away Hand across the water (water) Heads across the sky Hand across the water (water) Heads across the sky Admiral halsey notified me He had to have a berth or he couldnt get to sea I had another look and I had a cup of tea and butter pie (the butter wouldnt melt so I put it in the pie) Hand across the water (water) Heads across the sky Hand across the water (water) Heads across the sky Live a little be a gypsy, get around(get around) Get your feet up off the ground Live a little, get around Live a little be a gypsy, get around(get around) Get your feet up off the ground Live a little, get around Hand across the water (water) Heads across the sky Hand across the water (water) Heads across the sky Ooo------------ooo-------------

seawolf17 Oct 12 2006 09:49 AM

"Van Halen" - Nerf Herder I bought Van Halen I It was the best damn record I ever owned TG&Y 1978 Two hand tapping guitar technique really got me off Eruption yeah, ain't talkin' 'bout love, I'm on fire Tomorrow may come Tomorrow may never come again Can't you hear Jamie cryin? She's runnin' with the devil I bought Women and Children First Fair Warning and Van Halen II Dance the night away 1984 my favorite record yeah I wore it down Might as well jump [x2] Tomorrow may come Tomorrow may never come again Can't you hear Jamie cryin? She's runnin' with the devil Is this what you wanted, Sammy Hagar? Sammy Hagar, is this what you wanted, man? Dave lost his hairline but you lost your cool buddy Can't drive 55 I'll never buy your lousy records again Again, again, again, never again: Tomorrow may come Tomorrow may never come again Can't you hear Jamie cryin? She's runnin' with the devil Jump jump jump jump jump jump jump, might as well jump

TheOldMole Oct 12 2006 09:52 AM

I know a cat named Way Out Willie He's got a cool little chick named Rockin' Millie He can walk and stroll and Susie Q And do that crazy hand jive too / G - - - / / C7 - - - / G - - - / Papa told Willie, you'll ruin my home You and that hand jive have got to go Willie said, Papa, don't put me down They're doin' the hand jive all over town Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive Mama, Mama look at Uncle Joe He's doin' that hand jive with sister Flo Grandma gave baby sister a dime Said, do that hand jive one more time Well, the doctor and the lawyer and Indian chief They all dig that crazy beat Way Out Willie gave 'em all a treat When he did that hand jive with his feet / Hand jive... Willie and Millie got married last fall They had a little Willie Junior, and a-that ain't all You know, the baby got famous in his crib, you see Doin' that hand jive on TV / Hand jive...

Willets Point Oct 12 2006 10:06 AM

Now, I have a friend named Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla, And I could say that Rufus found a kangaroo That followed Rufus home And now that kangaroo belongs To Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla. Whew! I could say that, but I don't have to, 'Cause I got pronouns, I can say, "HE found a kangaroo that followed HIM home and now IT is HIS" You see, (uh) HE, HIM, and HIS are pronouns, Replacing the noun Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla, A very proper noun. And IT is a pronoun, replacing the noun, kangaroo! (How common!) Now Rufus has a sister named Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla. If she found a kangaroo I'd say to you: "SHE found a kangaroo that followed HER home, and now it is HERS." But I can't say that... 'Cause she found an aardvark That fell in love with HER and THEY're so happy. And my name's Albert Andreas Armadillo. (No relation to the Sarsaparillas.) Because of pronouns, I can say: "I wish SHE would find a rhinoceros for ME, and WE'd be happy." You see, a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun, 'Cause saying all those nouns over and over Can really wear you down! Now I could tell you Rafaella Gabriela and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla and Albert Andreas Armadillo found an aardvark, a kangaroo, and a rhinoceros. And now that aardvark and that kangaroo and that rhinoceros belong respectively to Rafaella Gabriela Sarsaparilla and Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla and Albert Andreas Armadillo! Whew! Because of pronouns I can say, in this way: "WE found THEM and THEY found US, and now THEY are OURS and WE're so happy." Thank you pronoun! You see a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun, 'Cause saying all those nouns over and over Can really wear you down. Sometimes, when we take 'em all on the bus People really raise a fuss. They start shouting out a lot o' pronouns at us, like "WHO brought that rhinoceros on this bus?" and "WHAT made that horrible noise?" and "WHICH one of them is getting off first?" WHO, WHAT, and WHICH are special pronouns that can ask a question In a sentence where you do not know the name of the noun, But I know: I have MINE, and SHE has HERS, and he has his. Do YOU have YOURS? THEY love US, and WE love THEM, WHAT's OURS is THEIRS-- That's how it is with friends, And pronouns, you are really friends, yeah! 'Cause saying all those nouns over and over Can really wear you down. -- from Schoolhouse Rock

RealityChuck Oct 12 2006 11:57 AM

Oh well a young man ain't got nothin' in the world these days I said a young man ain't got nothin' in the world these days You know in the old days When a young man was a strong man All the people they'd step back When a young man walked by But you know nowadays It's the old man, He's got all the money And a young man ain't got nothin' in the world these days I said nothing Everybody knows that a young man ain't got nothin'. Everybody! Everybody knows that a young man ain't got nothin' He got nothin' Nothin' Take it easy on the young man They ain't got nothin' in the world these days I said they ain't got nothin'! They got sweet fuck-all!

TheOldMole Oct 12 2006 12:11 PM

Well, it's part of American history -- not the best part. There once was a man with a double chin who performed with skill on a violin. And he played in time and he played in tune but he wouldn't play anything but Old Zip Coon. Old Zip Coon he played all day, until the neighbors ran away. He played all night by the light of the moon but he wouldn't play anything but Old Zip Coon. His friends all said "would you kindly play Nelly Bly or Where are the Flowers of May?" But he played in time and he played in tune and he wouldn't play anything but Old Zip Coon. Old Zip Coon he played all night until the owls and bats took flight. He played all night by the light of the moon but he wouldn't play anything but Old Zip Coon. So they shipped him off to a foreign shore where the natives had never heard the tune before. And he played in time and he played in tune, but he wouldn't play anything but Old Zip Coon. Old Zip Coon he played all day until the natives ran away. He played all night by the light of the moon but he wouldn't play anything but Old Zip Coon.

Willets Point Oct 12 2006 12:13 PM

CODA I've been told when a boy kiss a girl Take a trip around the world Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Yes they say you do My girl says when I kiss her lips Get the thrill thru fingertips Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Yeah she said you do Well I talk about boys Don't you know I mean boys Well I talk about boys now Ah, boys Well I talk about boys now What a bundle of joy My girl says when I kiss her lips Get the thrill thru fingertips Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Yeah she said you do Well I talk about boys Don't you know I mean boys Well I talk about boys now Ah, boys Well I talk about boys now What a bundle of joy