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LOL. I just liked them so much I thought I'd repeat them..... honest. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/stupid.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/silly.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/shame.gif" alt="" />

Anyway, I'm starting to like this thread a lot so I'm going to try to stick some more good stuff in.

OK, this is funny, sick but funny.

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love. It had been a while. In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips, milky white skin, and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave," this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock. Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin', 'cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer." Well, she smiled, had about as much teeth as a jack-o-lantern, and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask as I do my little kooky dance. And then she told me to shush. I guess she could sense my desperation. Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true. So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ is jackhammerin' Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something resemblin' a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus' tummy-tum?" Well, ten beers, twenty minutes, and thirty dollars later I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean. Got to nail her back at her trailer. That rhymes. I have to admit, it was even more of a turn-on when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin, and slid on into The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop. There I was browsin' through the latest issue of Throb, when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton. Well, my heart just dropped. So, I decided to do what any good Christian would. You cannot imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice and polish the one-eyed gopher when you're doin' seventy-five in an eighteen-wheeler. I never thought missing children could be so sexy. Did I say that out loud?

Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Bloodhounds again.. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" />

that reminded me of a good one.

clutch - Careful With That Mic

So tell me, when you took the Practice Scholastic Aptitude Test, did you know the answers or did you guess?
You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans and act all urban to jack up your soundscan
What's the matter with you?
How come you rhyme monosylabically?
Is atrophy shrinking your entire vocabulary?
Your style's like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis
Ever since your first record you've been in a state of suspended animation
You look like Snuffleuffagus and Astropithecus
Me cray, you abacus
But enough about you, let's talk about me and how single-handedly I redefined the science of radio astronomy
Making Nobel prize winners question their notions of reality
Oh, but I digress
You always win at Sorry
I always win at chess
Go get some percasets
Ha ha, ha ha

Chorus:
Careful with that mic weezy
Do you really think it's that easy?
Do you really think it's true?
That up above they can't hear you

Mmm, this is really good ice cream, do you want some of it?
Oh, my bad, I didn't know you were lactose intolerant
Makes you pass gas, frightens all the girls away
Only friends you keep are those you pay
I'm always on the ready for the wack snack attack
I carry sandwiches around in a straight edge style Jansport back pack
Got the gadget Q gave Bond, controls your mind, makes you jump in a pond
Go quack quack and flap your arms
Leaves you confused but completely unharmed
Ha ha, ha ha

Both you and I know the past ten years have been rather intense
I'm ashamed to admit I've been fooled by the seductions of violence
People walking around with ugly auras
At times I'm even tempted to seek the advice of Dr. Laura
But I ignore her
And I take a deep breath and count to ten
Ain't gonna let it get under my skin
Take a deep breath and count to ten
Think of all the nice places that I've been
Like back when I was waging peace against the visigoths
I was tutored in the ancient mysteries by a wisened philosoph
Learned the polyrythyms of celestial time
Waiting for the one to come and get it done
And finish the rhyme
Ha ha

Womble that is sick. But it's still hilarious. I had a roommate who listened to that sometimes and I couldn't stop laughing when I read the lyrics just now.

Iron maiden - Aces High

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.

Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it's too late.

Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live. Aces high.

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again.

Bandits at 8 O'clock move in behind us
Ten ME-109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns

Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high

Bloodhounds are generally sick. Have you seen any video clip? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />

Put this on when you've downed a few, and crank up the volume...
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Waxie's Dargle

[The Pogues' Version]
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Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
"Will ye go to the Waxies dargle?"
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan,
"I haven't got a farthing.
I went up to Monto town
To see Uncle McArdle
But he wouldn't give me a half a crown
For to go to the Waxies dargle."

What will ya have?!
I'll have a pint!
I'll have a pint with you, Sir!
And if one of ya' doesn't order soon
We'll be chucked out of the boozer!

Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
"Will ye go to the Galway races?"
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan,
"I'll hawk me aul' man's braces.
I went up to Capel Street
To the Jewish moneylenders
But he wouldn't give me a couple of bob
For the aul' man's red suspenders."


Chorus


Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
"We got no beef or mutton
If we went up to Monto town
We might get a drink for nuttin'"
Here's a nice piece of advice
I got from an aul' fishmonger:
"When food is scarce and you see the hearse
You'll know you have died of hunger."

Chorus x2



[Waxie's Dargle]
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Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
"Will ye come to the Waxies dargle?"
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan,
"Sure I haven't got a farthing.
I've just been down to Monto town
To see Uncle McArdle
But he didn't have half a crown
For to go to the Waxies dargle."

What are ye having, will ye have a pint?
Yes, I'll have a pint with you, sir,
And if one of us doesn't order soon
We'll be thrown out of the boozer.

Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
"Will ye come to the Galway races?"
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan,
"With the price of my aul' lad's braces.
I went down to Capel Street
To the Jew man moneylenders
But they wouldn't give me a couple of bob on
My aul' lad's suspenders."


Chorus


Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
"We have no beef or mutton
But if we go down to Monto town
We might get a drink for nuttin'"
Here's a piece of good advice
I got from an aul' fishmonger:
"When food is scarce and you see the hearse
You'll know you have died of hunger.

Hello <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" /> me again, This is a classic "Love 'em and leave 'em" song, a la POGUES styley <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
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The Gentleman Soldier Lyrics

[The Pogues' Version]
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It's of a gentleman soldier
as sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maiden
by a waiving of his hand
So then he boldly kissed her
and he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box
wrapped up in a soldier's cloke

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away

All night they tossed and tumbled
till the daylight did appear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes,
saying, Fare you well my dear
For the drums they are a beating
and the fifes they so sweetly play
If it weren't for that Polly my dear
with you I'd gladly stay

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away

Now come you gentleman soldier,
won't you marry me?
Oh no my dearest Polly
such things can never be
for I've a wife already
children I have three
Two wives are allowed in the army
but one's too many for me

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away

If anyone comes a courting you,
you can treat them to a glass
If anyone comes a courting you,
you can say you're a country lass
You needn't ever tell them,
nor pass it off as a joke
That you got drilled in a sentry box
wrapped up in a soldier's cloke

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away

Oh it's come my gentleman soldier,
why didn't you tell me so? My parents will be angy
when this they come to know When nine months had been and gone
the poor girl she brought shame
She had a little militia boy
and she didn't know his name

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away

These are the lyrics as they appear on the Rum, Sodomy, & The Lash insert.



[The Sentry Box]
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'Twas on one Sunday evening
on sentry did I stand
I fell in love with some pretty girl
by shaking of her hand;
By shaking of her hand, my boys,
and the passing of a joke,
I slipped her into the sentry box
and roll'd her up in my cloak.

O! there we toss'd and tumbl'd
till daylight did appear
Then I arose, put on my clothes,
saying, "Fare you well my dear.
The drums they are a-beating
and the fifes so sweetly play,
If it wasn't for that, dear Polly,
along with you I'd stay."

If anyone comes a-courting you,
you treat them with a glass -
If anyone comes a-courting you,
say you're a country lass.
You need not even tell them
that ever you pass'd a joke,
That ever you went in a sentry box
wrapp'd up in a soldier's cloak.

"Now come, my valiant young soldier,
O! won't you marry me?"
"O! no, my dearest Polly,
such things they never can be,
For married I am already
and children I have three,
Two wives are allow'd in the army,
but one is enough for me."

"O! now, my valiant young soldier,
why hadn't you told me so?
My parents they'll be angry
if ever they come to know."
When nine long months was up and pass'd
this this poor girl she brought shame,
For she had a little militia boy
and she could not tell his name.

Just listening to this this morning on my way to work: (Monty Python)

(spoken)
The world today is absolutely cracked.
With nuclear bombs to blow us all sky high.
There's fools and idiots sitting on the trigger.
It's depressing, and it's senseless, and that's why...

(singing)
I like chinese,
I like chinese,
They only come up to you knees,
Yet they're always friendly and they're ready to to please.

I like chinese,
I like chinese,
There's nine hundred million of them in the world today,
You'd better learn to like them, that's what I say.

I like chinese,
I like chinese,
They come from a long way overseas,
But they're cute, and they're cuddly, and they're ready to please.

I like chinese food,
The waiters never are rude,
Think the many things they've done to impress,
There's maoism, taoism, eging and chess.

I like chinese,
I like chinese,
I like their tiny little trees,
Their zen, their ping-pong, their ying and yang-eze.

I like chinese thought,
The wisdom that Confusious taught,
If Darwin is anything to shout about,
The chinese will survive us all without any doubt.

So, I like chinese,
I like chinese,
They only come up to you knees,
Yet they're wise, and they're witty, and they're ready to please

Wo, I chumba run,
Wo, I chumba run,
Wo, I chumba run,
Ne hamma, Ne hamma, Ne hamma chi chen.

I like chinese,
I like chinese,
They're food is guaranteed to please,
A fourteen, a seven, a nine and li-chese

I like chinese,
I like chinese,
I like their tiny little trees,
Their zen, their ping-pong, their yin and yang-eze

I like chinese,
I like chinese,
(fade out....)

Everyone sing along.... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

Cheer up, Brian. You know what they say.
Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad.
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle,
Don't grumble, give a wistle!
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...

(the music fades into the song)

...always look on the bright side of life!
(whistle)

Always look on the bright side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten!
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing,

When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps,
Just purse your lips and whistle -- that's the thing!
And... always look on the bright side of life...

(whistle)
Come on!

(other start to join in)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(whistle)

For life is quite absurd,
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow!
Forget about your sin -- give the audience a grin,
Enjoy it -- it's the last chance anyhow!

So always look on the bright side of death!
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
Life's a piece of [nocando],
When you look at it.

Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true,
You'll see it's all a show,
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you!

And always look on the bright side of life...
(whistle)
Always look on the bright side of life
(whistle)

sublime - drunk drivin

Drunk driving is what I like to do.
I like drunk driving with you.

(yep, thats the whole song)

sublime - pool shark

Lying in my plastic bed,
thinking how thinking how things weren't so cool me.
My baby likes to shoot pool,
I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur,
tonight, it used to be so cool.


Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.
Take it away, but I want more and more.
One day I'm gonna loose the war.

Arno - Putain Putain (Dutch/flemmish youngsters might skip this one ^^)

Je ne suis pas un communiste
Je ne suis pas une cycliste
Je ne suis pas une catholique
Je ne suis pas une footbaliste

Allez allez circulez
Avec ton cue d’un pede
J’aime les femmes
J’aime les garçons
Et comme j’ai déjà dit
J’aime les zizis

Putain putain c’est
Vachement bien
Nous sommes quand même
Tous des Européens

Ne korte dikke stoot alles in stukken
Ne lange dunne doet deugd van binnen
‘k heb een kleintje maar
‘k schiet verre

Il y a des gens qui parlent beaucoup
mais ne disent rien du tout
Il y a des gens qui crèvent de faim

Putain putain c’est
Vachement bien
Nous sommes quand même
Tous des Européens

Jolie demoiselle
Prend mes mains
Le samedi soir tout le monde
Prend du bain
The rich may be rich
The poor may be poor
They all beat the [nocando] off eachother

Putain putain c’est
Vachement bien
Nous sommes quand même
Tous des Européens
Putain putain c’est
Vachement bien
Nous sommes quand même
Tous des Européens

I think that there are some nasty words in that song <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" />

What a wonderull thing languages are! Some words are the same in Greek. The P....n word is the same!
(But I don´t know if it means the same <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/question.gif" alt="" />)
<img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/delight.gif" alt="" />

I used to come home late and not a minute too soon
Barking like a dog, howling at the moon
You'd be mad as an ol' red hen
Up all night wonderin' where I been
I'd fall down and say come help me honey
You laughed outloud I guess you thought it was funny
I sobered up and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'

Now I'm paintin' the house and I'm mendin' the fence
I guess I gone out and lost all my good sense
Too much work is hard for your health
I could've died drinkin', now I'm killing myself
And I'm feedin' the dog, sackin' the trash
It's honey do this honey do that
I sobered up and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'

Now I'm fixin' the sink and I'm mowin' the grass
You made me a list and I'm bustin' my wheel
All broke down, tail's been draggin'
It's a rough ol' life up here on the wagon
I'm feedin' the dog, sackin' the trash
It's honey do this honey do that
I sobered up and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'
Yeah I sobered up and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'

Rock You Baby Lyrics

Met you in a café
At a table meant for two
You were sitting by your lonesome
When I sat down with you
Tried hard not to show it
But I couldn’t help but see
That you wore your broken heart out on your sleeve
And your loneliness could not disguise
The beauty and the charm
Thought if I ever get you, shattered lady, in my arms

I’m gonna rock you baby to sleep
I’m gonna make you crazy over me
I’m gonna hold you like you’ve never been held before
And love you till you tell me you can’t love anymore
I’m gonna shake your emotion right down to your soul
And then I’m gonna love you all over in and out of control
If this is how love is supposed to feel
Baby I know I’ve fallen head over heels
I’m gonna rock you baby

Over open conversation and a bottle of red wine
You said this world is full of users and I know that I’ve had mine
We danced a little slow dance until they closed that café down
You said ‘what would be the chances that tonight I finally found
Someone who makes me feel like my life is just begun?’
I said ‘girl believe in me and I’ll show you how it’s done’

I’m gonna rock you baby to sleep
I’m gonna make you crazy over me
I’m gonna hold you like you’ve never been held before
And love you till you tell me you can’t love anymore
I’m gonna shake your emotion right down to your soul
And then I’m gonna love you all over in and out of control
If this is how love is supposed to feel
Baby I know I’ve fallen head over heels
I’m gonna rock you baby

probably

some songs just describe your life way too much.

helmet - wilmas rainboe

You heard about, "be your own man"
You talk a lot and loud
Illustrate the obvious boy
You're mentally endowed

Watershed year comes
You're flush with fever
The richest drug dealer

Honestly, a book you read once let you
Think in rhyme. The old extreme sits
Pale and molds now for the
Millionth time

Wilma's rainbow of peaceful colors
The richest drug dealer

I hear you on that.

The following song fits me to a T, especially the chorus.

Pick 'em up, Lay 'em down

She said the man's goin' home with me
She told the bar she was takin' all bets
You never trust a woman drinkin' whiskey
That lights her own cigarette
I started callin' her baby, temptation was drivin' me wild
I think the only thing that saved me
It's just not my style

'Cause I'm not the kind of man that goes out just lookin' for a woman
I like the price you pay to keep passion on solid ground
I'm not the kind of man that holds out on a need for nothin'
I'm as lonely as any man around
I just don't like to pick 'em up and lay 'em down
Lay 'em down
Pick 'em up and lay 'em down

So we went from bottoms up to coffee cups
A corner booth where the lights got dim
We started talkin' 'bout gettin' real close
About how, and about when
It started rainin' harder and harder
I got up and with a thoughtful smile
I said, "Honey, if that ain't thunder and lightnin'
It just ain't worthwhile"

I'm not the kind of man that goes out just lookin' for a woman
I like the price you pay to keep passion on solid ground
I'm not the kind of man that holds out on a need for nothin'
I'm as lonely as any man around
I just don't like to pick 'em up and lay 'em down
Lay 'em down, down, down, down, down

I turned around and gave her one last smile
And thought about one long kiss
But that would be takin' it too far baby
And maybe something I couldn't resist

I'm not the kind of man that goes out just lookin' for a woman
I like the price you pay to keep passion on solid ground
I'm not the kind of man that holds out on a need for nothin'
I'm as lonely as any man around
I just don't like to pick 'em up and lay 'em down
Lay 'em down
Pick 'em up and lay 'em down
Lay 'em down

If it ain't about thunder and lightnin'
It just ain't worthwhile
Lord knows it just ain't my style
Pick 'em up and lay 'em down, down, down, down, down
Pick 'em up and lay 'em down

One of my favorite lyrics:

3 Doors Down - Kryptonite:

I took a walk around the world
To ease my troubled mind
I left my body laying somewhere
In the sands of time
I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah

I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be
Something to do with you
I really donat mind what happens now and then
As long as youall be my friend at the end

If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If Iam alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
Iall keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite

You called me strong, you called me weak,
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times
I never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head,
If not for me then you would be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground

If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If Iam alive and well,
Will you be there holding my hand
Iall keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite
Yeah!!

If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If Iam alive and well, will you be there
Holding my hand
Iall keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite

Just listening to this this morning. Green day rule....

Basket Case (describes my hung-over state today quite well)

Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned

I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
That's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
It's bringing her down

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned

Grasping to control
So I better hold on

Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned

One of my favorite lyrics:

Artist: Jet
Song: Are you going to be my girl

So 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine and I really wanna make you mine.I say you
look so fine and I really wanna make you mine.Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get
your kicks now you don't need that money when you look like that, do ya
honey.Big black boots, long brown hair, she's so sweet with her
get back stare.Well I could see, you home with me,but you were with
another man, yea!I know well, and god must have said, before I let
you get away, yea!

I said, are you gonna be my girl?Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come
with me because you look so fine and I really wanna make you mine.I
say you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine.Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon
and get your kicks now you dont need that moneywith a face like that, do
ya.Big black boots, long brown hair, she's so sweet with her get
back stare.Well I could see, you home with me, but you were with
another man, yea!I know well, and god must have said, before I let
you get away, yea!I said, are you gonna be my girl?Oh yea. Oh yea.
C'mon!I could see,you home with me, But you were with another man,
yea!I know well, and god must have said, before I let you get away,
yea!Uh, be my girl.Be my girl.Are you gonna be my girl?! Yeah