AKA Earworm Central. "Keptin! They put creaturesin our bodies!"--Chekov
If you're gonna have a folder about beer, you gotta have some tunes.
My life flows on in endless song
above earth's lamentation.
I hear the real, through far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the
strife I hear that music ringing.
It sounds an echo in my soul, how
can I keep from singing?
Be sure to take plenty of pictures on your vacations, you ingrates. You can show them to me as I'm stuck here on the arctic steppe. And laugh. Ha. Ha.
You'll be with us in spirit, dude. :)
I'll make sure to take lots of pictures. We bought extra memory cards for our digital camera. Now if I can just not drop the damn thing overboard.
It's a cruise, Sparky? P and I went on one coupla years ago, I was much less than impressed. Some things were good, mostly tho, not so much.
It's one of those cruises on an actual sailboat. With sails, lines, block and tackle, the works. They'll even let him sail the boat if he asks.
</jealousy>
Ooooh, that kind of boat. Well then, he does suck.
Doesn't he? Especially since he doesn't even like sailing.
Blame it all on the missus, or if we're casting blame, on the couple of friends of ours who decided to get married on the ship and invited us to be the witnesses.
I hope to enjoy my pants off. I might like sailing, I wouldn't know 'cause I've never tried.
<sticks tongue out at Frosti>
I only teachsailing, you knob. Stop by any time.
Since when? Last I heard you were practicing tying knots and learning to tack sails on the mizzen mast or something. Hee.
Oh, wait - the tying knots practice was for your latest homework assignment. How's that progressing, or are you tied up at the moment and can't talk? Heh.
I was reading that book before I hopped on here. This is just a little break before I move from reading on the recliner to reading in bed.
Say no more. Know what I mean? A nod is as good as a wink to a blind man, know what I mean, nudge, nudge?
The wife is sick with the flu. No nodding or winking or nudging here.
Ah. My condolensces. May she feel better soon, and you and the kids stay healthy.
From memory, cause it's stuck in my head - and I can't find it on the web! Google has failed me for the first time with a lyric search. Might have to use some of my spare time to put up an unofficial Rainmakers fan site...
Me and Mark Twain
was havin' us a ball
tellin' each other lies
floatin' down from Hannibal
With a bottle and a worm
and a cane pole
we was fishing for secrets
where the catfish crawl
(chorus)
And the Mississippi River flowin'
Downstream
Meets the Gulf of Mexico somewhere
Downstream
Meets the Atlantic Ocean somewhere
Downstream
Going to meet you in the water somewhere
Downstream!
We met ol' Harry Truman
comin' down from Independance
We said "what about the war?"
He said "good riddance"
We said "what about the bomb?
Are you sorry that you done it?
He said "pass me that bottle
and mind your own business"
(chorus)
We was roundin' St. Louie
and headin' for the coast
when we picked up Chuck Berry
In a little rowboat
With one oar in the water
and one in the air
a lightning rod
for a white guitar
And lightning struck once
and lightning struck twice
and I said "God
he sure ain't nice"
Chuck said God
is an Indian giver
I don't trust nothin'
but the Mississippi River
(chorus)
Downstream - by Bob Walkenhurst -from The Rainmakers (self-titled)
Nice work. The only correction I see is:
and I said "If there's a God
he sure ain't nice"
I'm talking 6 foot Swede,
40-30-40
Amazon bombshell
talkin' 6 foot blonde.
Hubba hubba.
You forgot "Tall, damp, and dirty" :) ( I think - it works for me anyway)
Thanks for the catch on mine, go ahead and fix it if you would (and have time).
Man, now I have Gear Daddies songs running through my head.
"Well I'm sitting downtown
crying 'neath a statue of Jesus
I'm cold, feelin' drunk and tired
I hope no one can see us."
(that may be far wrong, no Gear Daddies sites out there either! There is something seriously wrong with the web when two groups like these don't have fan sites. Grumble) How about:
I went down to the local arena
I asked to see me the manager man
he come out and said "son, can I help you"
I looked at him and said "yes, you can"
(chorus)
I want to drive the Zamboni
I want to drive the Zamboni
I want to drive
the Zamboni
yes I do
"Ever since I was young it's been my dream
that I might drive the Zamboni machine
I'd get that ice just as slick as can be
and all the kids would look up to me"
Ah (chorus)
He said "son, I know it looks keen
but that right there's one expensive machine
and I've got Smokey, he's been drivin' for years..."
Right 'bout then I broke down in tears.
'Cause (Chorus)
The Zamboni Song - by Martin Zellar & the Gear Daddies from Let's Go Scare Al (I think - I don't think it's Billy's Live Bait)
Woke up this morning hungover again
and I looked at the cuts on my hand
and wondered where I'd been.
Who all did I offend last night?
I tell myself for the thousandth time,
"Today I start to live right."
Gimme the strength to do what's right.
"'cause I
swear I'll change
Just not today."
Come on-a my house my house, I'm gonna give you candy
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give a you
Apple a plum and apricot-a too eh
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house I'm gonna give a you
Figs and dates and grapes and cakes eh
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you candy
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you everything
Come on-a my house my house, I'm gonna give you Christmas tree
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you
Marriage ring and a pomegranate too ah
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house I'm gonna give a you
Peach and pear and I love your hair ah
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you Easta-egg
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you
Everything - everything - everything
And now for something completely different. I heard Lucy do this in concert at least two years ago, and I've been waiting for it to be released on a cd. It made me cry then and it makes me cry now.
<edit> You can here her sing it here.
Molly's sitting on her bed
It's Sunday afternoon
Radio's playing outside
TV bleeds from the next room
Antiseptic in the air
Nurses laughing down the hall
Crooked feet in crooked shoes
Her wooden cane against the wall
It's Sunday but her Sunday clothes
Are packed away somewhere
She doesn't need them anymore
Nothing to look her best for
I'm thirteen, I'm with my mother
She doesn't know my name
I remind her I'm Lucy
But she looks at me the same
Like I'm a stranger she should remember
From a place she can't return
We've only just walked in
She says we've stayed too long
Too proud to be remembered
As a mother without a home
chorus:
Oh, it's time to go
Oh, it's time to go
It's a dirty trick this growing old
We walk the halls anyway
My mother holds her arm
She's pleading with us to leave
So we walk her to her room
And we drive through the old neighborhood
The grand homes of the South Side
So many are abandoned now
So many lifetimes locked inside
And at the dinner table
It's my parents and me
I sneak looks at the two of them
To see what they need from me
And later she calls me over
Where she sits alone
She's polishing a silver ring
I've never seen before
She says this was Molly's
It was her mother's ring
I'm keeping it for you
As she kept it for me
chorus
I'm told Molly was so proud to have
Another baby girl
Her only granddaughter
But I don't remember
This is what I remember
This is what I remember
--Lucy Kaplansky
[from "Every Single Day"]
And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Water dissolving...and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
There once was a man who just couldn't cry
He hadn't cried for years and for years
Napalmed babies and the movie love story
For instance could not produce tears
As a child he had cried as all children will
Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry
He grew to be a man, the feces hit the fan
Things got bad, but he couldn't cry
His dog was run over, his wife up and left him
And after that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore
Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob
His novel was refused, his movie was panned
And his big Broadway show was a flop
He got sent off to jail; you guessed it, no bail
Oh, but still not a dribble or drop
In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered
And made to make license plates
Water and bread was all he was fed
But not once did a tear stain his face
Doctors were called in, scientists, too
Theologians were last and practically least
They all agreed sure enough; this was sure no cream puff
But in fact an insensitive beast
He was removed from jail and placed in a place
For the insensitive and the insane
He played lots of chess and made lots of friends
And he wept every time it would rain
Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights
And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried
On the forty-first day, he passed away
He just dehydrated and died
Well, he went up to heaven, located his dog
Not only that, but he rejoined his arm
Down below, all the critics, they loot it all back
Cancer robbed the whore of her charm
His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke
The theologians were finally found out
Right down to the ground, that old jail house burned down
The earth suffered perpetual drought
Oh when I die & it won't be long
Oh you're gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong
You're gonna be sorry that you treated me bad
And if there's an after life I'll gloat & I'll be glad
Might be a plane crash, or some sort of OD
Might be a photograph in my obituary
You might see it & you'll cry a lot
Might want to wear black
Oh, I'd be dead but you can bet your life, I'm gonna get you back
I'm tired of being stuck up on your shelf
Might not wait around, Might kill myself
Not only would you miss me, you'd feel guilty too
Oh I'd be dead but it'd be too late the joke would be on you.
Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho
Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle
Snigger snigger snigger snigger
Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw
Yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk
So you better take a warning & start treating me good
Start doing the things that I think you should
You better not pout & you better not cry
The grim reaper is coming to town & I just might die
[Intro]
Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. *scoff* She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff*
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,
out there, I mean - gross. Look!
She's just so ... black!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!
(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got back!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck*
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back!
Baby got back!
Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got buns, hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you that the butt ain't go
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waste is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sista, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!
(Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x]
galileo's head was on the block
the crime was looking up the truth
as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
 i try to trace them to my youth
then you had to bring up reincarnation
over a couple of beers the other night
now i'm serving time for mistakes made by another in another lifetime
how long till my soul gets it right
can any human being ever reach that kind of light
 i call on the resting soul of galileo
king of night vision king of insight
i think about my fear of motion
which i never could explain
some other fool across the ocean years ago
must have crashed his little airplane
how long till my soul gets it right
can any human being ever reach that kind of light
 i call on the resting soul of galileo
king of night vision king of insight
i'm not making a joke
you know me i take everything so seriously
if we wait for the time till all souls get it right
then at least i know there'll be no nuclear annihilation
in my lifetime
I'm still not right
I offer thanks to those before me
that's all i've got to say
maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime
now I've got to pay
but then again it feels like some sort of inspiration
to let the next life off the hook
or she'll say look what i had to overcome from my last life
 i think i'll write a book
how long till my soul gets it right
can any human being ever reach that kind of light
 i call on the resting sould of galileo
king of night vision king of insight
how long, how long, how long
They say ev’rything can be replaced,
Yet ev’ry distance is not near.
So I remember ev’ry face
Of ev’ry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
They say ev’ry man needs protection,
They say ev’ry man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
Standing next to me in this lonely crowd,
Is a man who swears he’s not to blame.
All day long I hear him shout so loud,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
Closer to Fine
Words and Music: Emily Saliers
I'm trying to tell you something bout my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
And the best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously
It's only life after all
Now darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it
I'm crawling on your shores
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains,
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin, and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry, or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind
I got my paper and I was free
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains,
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
I stopped by the bar at 3 am
To seek solace in a bottle, or possibly a friend
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
When I went in seeking clarity
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountain,
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
We go to the doctor, we go to the mountains,
we look to the children, we drink from the fountains
We go to the bible, we go through the workout,
we read up on revival, we stand up for the lookout
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
I have a picture,
pinned to my wall.
An image of you and of me and we're laughing and loving it all.
Look at our life now, tattered and torn.
We fuss and we fight and delight in the tears that we cry until dawn
Hold me now, warm my heart
stay with me, let loving start (let loving start)
You say I'm a dreamer, we're two of a kind
Both of us searching for some perfrct world we know we'll never find
So perhaps I should leave here, yeah yeah go far away
But you know that theres no where that I'd rather be than with you here
today
Chorus
You ask if I love you, well what can I say?
You know that I do and if this is just one of those games that we play
So I'll sing you a new song, please don't cry anymore
and then I'll ask your forgiveness, though I don't know just what I'm
asking it for
Chorus
Level 42?
Sigh. You had such Potential.
Thompson Twins.
I guess it was too early in the morning. Not enough coffee.
They Might Be Giants:
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you've a date in Constantinople
She'll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way
So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
Istanbul (Istanbul)
Istanbul (Istanbul)
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
Istanbul
With that kind of logic, how could I not like it?
Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... don’t live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you’ll find love,
And don’t forget son,
There is someone up above.
(chorus)
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won’t you do this for me son,
If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man’s gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
(chorus)
Boy, don’t you worry... you’ll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
(chorus)
Bwahahahaha.
Ahem.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
<sniff>
That's beautiful, man.
Ain't it tho?
Being Simple by The Judybats
Hearts cannot be broken, they're small squishy things
They don't break like glass but they bruise easily
This one you bruise
Words will not be spoken never knowing what they mean
Sticks and stones hurt my bones, your promises have broken me
Each one you break
CHORUS
And I want to be good but good is being simple
Simple is forgetting
I simply can't forget
I want to be good but good is being simple
SImple is forgetting
And I simply can't forget
Eyes are always open even when they sleep
Mine are mostly closed while yours are wandering
You look where you please
CHORUS
I want to be great but greatness is giving
Giving leaves me empty
Oh great emptiness
Souls cannot be taken, they're large and they're loud
Yours merely whispers lately; seems it's shrinkin'
I wish it would speak
CHORUS
I want to be great but greatness is giving
Giving leaves me empty
Oh great emptiness
well
well
I really really really really really really like girls
yeah I really really really really really really like girls
I like girls
I like girls
I like girls
I like the way that they giggle
when they walk up and ask you to dance
I like the way that they wiggle
wrapped up in the skin tight pants
they got style
they got smiles
they drive me wild!
yeah I really really really really really really like girls
yes I really really really really really really like girls!
I like them small
I like 'em tall
I like 'em all!
now it don't bother me
if a girl don't know how to cope
because the things that they know
how to do can't be learned in a book!
they got smarts
they got hearts
they got my heart!
that's why I really really really really really really like girls
yeah I really really really really really really like girls!
I want 'em small
I want 'em tall
I want 'em all!
every day in every way they're here to stay
they're really really neat
they're really sweet
they're real petite
I LIKE GIRLS!!!!!!!!!
Ah! Make it stop!! Please!!!
Am I to understand by your last comment that I should be grateful I don't recognize that song?
George Thorogood and the Deleware Destroyers?
I know the name. Do I get points for that?
2, I think.
Those lyrics reminded me of one by Joe Walsh, called "I Like Big Tits", which his record label made him title "ILBT" for some obscure reason, since the lyrics stayed the same. Have to see if I can find those tomorrow, ha ha.
Probably something with not having it printed on the record.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
And welcome to P.J.'s Astrological Love Lounge
We are Lester Shy and the Shyphonics
My name is Lester Shy and these fine gentlemen all around me
Well they're the Shyphonics
And we hail proudly from Fargo, North Dakota
Now, way down south in Fargo, whenever we needs a little somethin' extra
We like to do a little thing we call the brown nose
And we'd like all you fine ladies and gentlemen here tonight
To help us out in doin' the brown nose
So remember: when I shout "What you gonna do?"
You're gonna shouts back "Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose"
Think you can handle that? ([crowd:] ya!)
I'm pretty sure you can; let's give it a try
What you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
Oh, ladies and gentlemen, you should all be round up and shot
That was terrible ([crowd:] moans)
What you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
Yes! Yes! That's so much better
You have my permission to go out and reproduce (crowd: light cheering)
You're lovely human beings
So now we're gonna do a little brown nosin' for ya
Are you excited? ([crowd:] cheering)
Are you ready?
Okay then, here we go!
When you want that job, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
There's rich uncle Bob, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
You get stopped by the man, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
Record company wants to sign your band, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
Mercy!
??? myself 300 times
Alright!
Now I know many of you fine ladies and gentlemen
Have begun to ask yourself
Ooh, but Lester Shy and the Shyphonics
How do we do this wild new thing you call the brown nose?
Well take a second, prepare yourself mentally and physically
We'll show you how to brown nose
Bend your (bend yo') knees (ooh LaLaLa...)
Now move your head like this (ooh LaLaLa...)
Pucker dem lips (ooh LaLaLa...)
Give dat butt a kiss (ooh...)
Kiss my
Askin' for some green, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
Boss is really mean, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
Wanna impress your a' girlfriend's father, I say what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
Owe some money a' to your brother, I say what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
You! Yes you! Here's a dime; run out and call the PMRC (Ok)
Gonna brown nose!
I wanna see every last one of you brown nosin'
Even you tuna lips
Alright! If you can dig it I wanna hear you shout
Erlenmeyer Flask
(Erlenmeyer Flask)
Alright, I know you loved it the first time
You gonna love it even more the second time
As once more, we prepare to get down
And do some serious big-time brown nosin'
Bend your (bend yo') knees (ooh LaLaLa...)
Move your head like this (ooh LaLaLa...)
Pucker dem lips (ooh LaLaLa...)
Give dat butt a kiss (ooh...)
Kiss my (YA!)
<growls at Sparky>
DON'T LET ME BE MISUNDERSTOOD
 (Benjamin/Marcus/Caldwell)
Baby, do you understand me now
 Sometimes I feel a little mad
 Well don't you know that no-one alive
 Can always be an angel
 When things go wrong I seem to be bad
I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
 Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree
 With a joy that's hard to hide
 And sometimes it seems that
 All I have to do is worry
 And then you're bound to see my other side
I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
 Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy, I want you to know
 That I never mean to take it out on you
 Life has it's problems and I get my share
 And that's one thing I never mean to do
'cause I love you
 Oh, oh, oh, baby, don't you know I'm human
 Have thoughts like any other one
 Sometimes I find myself alone and regretting
 Some foolish thing, some little simple thing I've done
I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
 Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
 Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
 Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
 Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
<giggles> Great little song, ain't it?
<grins>
<kicks Sparky's shins>
I'd avoided the hokey pokey song today, inspite of Smackie's efforts in the coffeeshop. And he's usually wicked good at planting earworms.