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:: shudder :: 

i'm probably gonna shoot myself for this later, but sing, post stories, whatever. but no barney i say! courtesy of artemis for your lyrics pleasure:

 

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Wicked Nick

La Bamba is on Bravo, right now... I love that movie...
Tue, 01/23/2007 - 10:16 AM Permalink
zephyrus

Feelings, nothing more than feelings

Trying to forget my feelings of love

Teardrops rolling down on my face

Trying to forget my feelings of love

Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it

I wish I've never met you, girl

You'll never come again

Feeling, woo-o-o feeling

Woo-o-o, feel you again in my arms

Feelings, feelings like I've never lost you

And feelings like I'll never have you again in my heart

Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it

I wish I've never met you, girl; you'll never come again

Feelings, feelings like I've never lost you

And feelings like I'll never have you again in my life

Feelings, woo-o-o feeling it,

woo-o-o, feeling again in my arms

Feelings
Tue, 01/23/2007 - 11:29 AM Permalink
me2

just talked to becks on the phone---

I was listening to and singing....

Youve got a cute way of talking

You got the better of me

Just snap your fingers and Im walking

Like a dog hanging on your lead

Im in a spin you know

Shaking on a string you know

You make me feel like dancing

Im gonna dance the night away

You make me feel like dancing

Im gonna dance the night away

You make feel like dancing

I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away

I feel like dancing dancing ahhh

Quarter to four in the morning

I aint feeling tired no no no no no

Just hold me tight and leave on the light

Cause I dont want to go home

You put a spell on me

Im right where you want me to be

You make me feel like dancing

I want to dance the night away

You make me feel like dancing

Im gonna dance the night away

You make feel like dancing

I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away

I feel like dancing dancing

You take me higher

Im gonna catch on fire cause

You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance the night away

You make me feel like dancing Im gonna dance my life away

I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away

I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away

I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away

I feel like dancing dancing ahhh

You really slipped me a potion

I cant get off of the floor

All this perpetual motion

You gotta give me some more

You gotta give me some more

And if youll let me stay well dance our lives away

You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance my life away

You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance my life away

You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance my life away

I feel

You make me feel like dancing
Tue, 01/23/2007 - 1:08 PM Permalink
Liquor Lady

OMG! I love that song :sheepish:
Tue, 01/23/2007 - 1:10 PM Permalink
KITCH

SHES ALIVE ?? SWEEET :smile:

I WAS WORRIED ABOUT HER..THOUGHT RANDY WANTED TO BE A MASON
Tue, 01/23/2007 - 1:12 PM Permalink
KITCH

NICK DIGGIN' A HOLE :wink:
Tue, 01/23/2007 - 1:12 PM Permalink
Clue Master

They left out the Woooooos :frown:
Tue, 01/23/2007 - 1:12 PM Permalink
zephyrus

Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard

The mama pajama rolled out of bed

And she ran to the police station

When the papa found out he began to shout

And he started the investigation

ItÂ’s against the law

It was against the law

What mama saw

It was against the law

The mama looked down and spit on the ground

Every time my name gets mentioned

The papa said oy if I get that boy

IÂ’m gonna stick him in the house of detention

Well IÂ’m on my way

I donÂ’t know where IÂ’m going

IÂ’m on my way IÂ’m taking my time

But I donÂ’t know where

Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona

Seeing me and Julio

Down by the schoolyard

See you, me and Julio

Down by the schoolyard

In a couple of days they come and

Take me away

But the press let the story leak

And when the radical priest

Come to get me released

We was all on the cover of Newsweek

And IÂ’m on my way

I donÂ’t know where IÂ’m going

IÂ’m on my way IÂ’m taking my time

But I donÂ’t know where

Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona

See you, me and Julio

Down by the schoolyard

See you, me and Julio

Down by the schoolyard

See you, me and Julio

Down by the schoolyard

  • *What the hell is this song about?? I keep getting sick thoughts of NAMBLA running through my head everytime I hear this song... Tell me I am wrong...
  • Tue, 01/23/2007 - 2:36 PM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    High On Stress - "Alcohol Smile"

    When you think of all the years

    Did you think we'd ever get here

    Your poison alcohol smile

    Seems to remind me why

    And you needed someone that cared

    And you needed a friend who won't be there

    You've got a voice like a gun shot

    So I gave up everything now my stocks are dropped

    And when you think about who's right or wrong

    Take a look in the mirror and see who you've become

    And you needed someone that cared

    And you needed a friend who won't be there

    So Good Morning, and Good Night

    And everything in between

    And I wonder how you got this way

    And I wonder how you learned to be so mean

    And you needed someone that cared

    And you needed a friend who won't be there

    who won't be there

    who won't be there

    who won't be there
    Wed, 01/24/2007 - 8:38 AM Permalink
    zephyrus

    Beer:30

    Reverend Horton Heat

    Yeeeehaaaa!!!!!

    Party!

    Get naked!

    Buy us beer!

    Throw furniture!

    Gin 'n Tonic!

    Get naked!
    Thu, 01/25/2007 - 5:56 PM Permalink
    zephyrus

    Big Red Rocket Of Love Lyrics

    Artist(Band):Reverend Horton Heat

    I got a red car with blue tail lights

    Shiny red seats with piping in white

    Leopard skin dash with a louvered hood

    She goes ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba when she's runnin' good

    Lets go

    Ride into the mountains above

    It's low

    My big red rocket of love

    My big red rocket of love

    I got a little honey you just got to know

    Drivin' this bomb as fast it will go

    Drive the red rocket past the local dive

    She goes ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba in overdrive

    Lets go

    Ride into the mountains above

    It's low

    My big red rocket of love

    My big red rocket of love

    Horny little baby in my back seat

    Pull my velveteen curtain with pleats

    Pick a little spot were no one will be

    Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-make love to me

    Lets go

    Ride into the mountains above

    It's low

    My big red rocket of love

    My big red rocket of love

    My big red rocket of love

    My big red rocket of love
    Thu, 01/25/2007 - 5:57 PM Permalink
    KITCH

    Im a battleship, frozen by my mothers anger,

    Anchored in the north pole sea.

    Im a sphinx, stamped on the hilton poster,

    Hoping to see the desert.

    Im a woman without country or state.

    Opening her head to the universe,

    Hundred thousand people in me.

    Evry day theyre growing,

    Evry day theyre feeling.

    Hes an infant, blinded from his mothers sorrow,

    Crawling in the bleeding sky.

    Hes a building, floating in spring air,

    Hoping to open his windows.

    Hes a man, bound on earth soil,

    Reaching his hands to the universe,

    Hundred thousand people in him.

    Evry day theyre feeling,

    Evry day theyre growing.

    Growing pain, growing joy,

    Growing pain, growing joy.

    Growing together, reaching each other.

    Growing pain, growing joy,

    Growing pain, growing joy.

    Growing together, reaching each other.

    YOKO ONO -GROWING PAIN
    Thu, 01/25/2007 - 6:31 PM Permalink
    KITCH

    Riding into town when the sun goes down

    And the natives get restless and the crowd comes round

    Pacing in place in a backward race

    While starting my case to another blank face

    I'm just sitting on the roadside

    Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by

    They may pass me by

    But i need a better reason to cry

    Growing pain it leaves a stain

    That's similar but not the same

    It's down the drain and what remains

    Maybe you're the one who's a little insane

    Now everything's lovely if you're ugly

    What you would, what you should, and what you could be

    Mr right, spending his life,

    Stabbing himself with a butter knife

    I'm just sitting on the roadside

    Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by

    They may pass me by

    But I need a better reason to cry

    Growing pain's a spinning blade

    Whirling round you like a razor edged chain

    It's down the drain and what remains

    Maybe you're the one who's a little insane

    Growing pain it leaves a stain

    That's similar but not the same

    Its down the drain and what remains

    Maybe you're the one who can make that change

    Can't shake hands with boxing gloves

    With whips and chains you'll never make love

    GROWING PAIN - SOUL ASYLUM
    Thu, 01/25/2007 - 6:33 PM Permalink
    Clue Master

    This is dedicated to my little Passion Flower :wink:

    Song: You'Re The One That I Want

    B= boy/ Danny

    G=Girl/Sandy

    B: both

    G: Tell me about it stud!

    B: I got chills.

    They're multiplyin'.

    And I'm losin' control.

    'Cause the power

    you're supplyin',

    it's electrifyin'!

    G: You better shape up,

    'cause I need a man

    and my heart is set on you.

    You better shape up;

    you better understand

    to my heart I must be true.

    B: Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do.

    Both: You're the one that I want.

    (you are the one i want), o,o, oo, honey.

    The one that I want.

    (you are the one i want want), o,o,oo, honey.

    The one that I want

    (you are the one i want want), o,o, ooooo

    The one I need.

    Oh, yes indeed.

    G: If you're filled

    with affection

    you're too shy to convey,

    meditate in my direction.

    Feel your way.

    B: I better shape up,

    'cause you need a man

    G: i need a man

    who can keep me satisfied.

    B: I better shape up

    if I'm gonna prove

    G: you better prove

    that my faith is justified.

    B:Are you sure?

    Both:Yes, I'm sure down deep inside.

    You're the one that I want.

    (you are the one i want want), o, o, oo, honey.

    The one that I want.

    (you are the one i want want), o,o,oo, honey.

    The one that I want

    (you are the one i want),o, o, oo

    The one I need.

    Oh, yes indeed.

    Repeat Chours 2x
    Sun, 01/28/2007 - 3:43 PM Permalink
    Wicked Nick

    Awww.... thats so sweet...

    thanks :grin:
    Sun, 01/28/2007 - 3:52 PM Permalink
    OT

    Haha! You spyin' on me?? :ooh:

    Thanks. :sheepish:
    Sun, 01/28/2007 - 6:39 PM Permalink
    Clue Master

    :pbpt: :wink:
    Sun, 01/28/2007 - 6:40 PM Permalink
    Clue Master

    (chorus) brass monkey - that funky monkey

    Brass monkey - junkie

    That funky monkey

    Got this dance thats more than real

    Drink brass monkey - heres how you feel

    Put your left leg down - your right leg up

    Tilt your head back - lets finish the cup

    M.c.a. with the bottle - d. rocks the can

    Adrock gets nice with charlie chan

    Were offered moet - we dont mind chivas

    Wherever we go with bring the monkey with us

    Adrock drinks three - mike d. is d.

    Double r. foots the bill most definitely

    I drink brass monkey and I rock well

    I got a castle in brooklyn - thats where I dwell

    (repeat chorus)

    Cause I drink it anytime - and anyplace

    When its time to get ill - I pour it on my face

    Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice

    Come on yall its time to get nice

    Coolin by the lockers getting kind of funky

    Me and the crew - were drinking brass monkey

    This girl walked by - she gave me the eye

    I reached in the locker - grabbed the spanish fly

    I put it with the monkey - mixed it in the cup

    Went over to the girl, yo baby, whats up?

    I offered her a sip - the girl she gave me lip

    It did begin the stuff wore in and now shes on my tip

    (repeat chorus)

    Step up to the bar - put the girl down

    She takes a big gulp and slaps it around

    Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it

    We had a case in the place and we went right through it

    You got a dry martini - thinking youre cool

    Ill take your place at the bar - I smack you off your stool

    Ill down a 40 dog in a single gulp

    And if you got beef youll get beat to a pulp

    Monkey and parties and reelin and rockin

    Def, def - girls, girls - all yall jockin

    The song and dance keeping you in a trance

    If you dont buy my record I got my advance

    I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it

    I love brass monkey but I wont give d. it

    We got the bottle - you got the cup

    Come on everybody lets get ffffff
    Mon, 01/29/2007 - 11:29 AM Permalink
    Clue Master

    Adventure seeker on an empty street

    Just an alley creeper light on his feet

    A young fighter screaming with no time for doubt

    With the pain and anger cant see a way out

    It aint much Im asking I heard him say

    Gotta find me a future move out of my way

    I want it all I want it all I want it all and I want it now

    I want it all I want it all I want it all and I want it now

    Listen all you people come gather round

    I gotta get me a game plan gotta shake you to the ground

    Just give me what I know is mine

    People do you hear me just give me the sign

    It aint much Im asking if you want the truth

    Heres to the future for the dreams of youth

    I want it all (give it all) I want it all I want it all and I want

    It now

    I want it all (yes I want it all) I want it all (hey)

    I want it all and I want it now

    Im a man with a one track mind

    So much to do in one life time (people do you hear me)

    Not a man for compromise and wheres and whys and living

    Lies

    So Im living it all (yes Im living it all)

    And Im giving it all (and Im giving it all)

    Yeah yeah

    Yeah yeah yeah yeah

    I want it all all all all

    It aint much Im asking if you want the truth

    Heres to the future

    Hear the cry of youth (hear the cry hear the cry of youth)

    I want it all I want it all I want it all and I want it now

    I want it all (yeah yeah yeah) I want it all I want it all and i

    Want it now

    I want it

    Now

    I want it I want it
    Tue, 01/30/2007 - 7:18 PM Permalink
    Clue Master

    Girls - all I really want is girls

    And in the morning it's girls

    Cause in the evening it's girls

    I like the way that they walk

    And it's chill to hear them talk

    And I can always make them smile

    From White Castle to the Nile

    Back in the day

    There was this girl around the way

    She liked by home-piece M.C.A.

    He said he would not give her play

    I asked him, "Please?" - he said, "You may."

    Her pants were tight and that's ok

    If she would dance - I would D.J.

    We took a walk down to the bay

    I hope she'll say, "Hey me and you should hit the

    hay!"

    I asked her out - she said, "No way!"

    I should've probably guess their gay

    So I broke North with no delay

    I heard she moved real far away

    That was two years ago this May

    I seen her just the other day

    Jackin' Mike D. to my dismay

    Girls - to do the dishes

    Girls - to clean up my room

    Girls - to do the laundry

    Girls - and in the bathroom

    Girls - that's all I really want is girls

    Two at a time - I want girls

    With new wave hairdos - I want girls

    I ought to whip out my - girls, girls, girls, girls,girls,

    girls, girls, girls,

    girls!
    Tue, 01/30/2007 - 7:19 PM Permalink
    zephyrus

    What the hell's going on around here?

    First off-let's take it from the start

    Straight out-can't change what's in my heart

    No one-can tear my beliefs apart, you can't bring me

    You ain't-never seen no one like me

    Prevail-regardless what the cost might be

    Power-flows inside of me, you can't bring me

    Never-fall as long as I try

    Refuse-to be a part of your lie

    Even-if it means I die, you can't bring me

    You...can't...bring...me...down!

    Who the hell you calling crazy? You wouldn't know what crazy was

    If Charles Manson was eating fruit loops on your front porch....

    Time out-let's get something clear

    I speak-more truth than you want to hear

    Scapegoat-to cover up your fear, you can't bring me

    You ain't-never seen so much might

    Fight for-what I know is right

    What up-you got yourself a fight, you can't bring me

    Stand up-we'll all sing along

    Together-ain't nothin' as strong

    Won't quit-we ain't in the wrong, you can't bring me

    You...can't...bring...me...down!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down, no!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down, you can't bring me down!

    Tell them what's up Rocky!

    You...can't...bring...me...down!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down, no!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down, you can't bring me down!

    So why you trying to bring me?

    Well you can't bring me down...No, no, no, no

    Can't bring me down....No, no, no, no, no, no

    Can't bring me down....No, no, no, no, no, no

    Can't bring me down....No, no, no, no, no, no

    So why you trying to bring?

    Well you can't bring me down

    Just cause you don't understand what's going on don't mean it don't make no sense

    And just cause you don't like it, don't mean it ain't no good

    And let me tell you something;

    Before you go taking a walk in my world

    You better take a look at the real world

    Cause this ain't no Mister Roger's Neighborhood

    Can you say "feel like shit"?

    Yea maybe sometimes I do feel like shit

    I ain't happy 'bout it, but I'd rather feel like shit than be full of shit!

    And if I offended you, oh I'm sorry...

    But maybe you need to be offended

    But here's my apology and one more thing...fuck you!

    Cos you...can't...bring...me...down!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down, no!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down, no!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down, no!

    Bring me down-you can't bring me down, you can't bring me down!

    Can't bring me down!

    Can't bring me down!

    Can't bring me down!

    Suicidal!
    Wed, 01/31/2007 - 4:32 PM Permalink
    zephyrus

    You talk your shit, but I ain't listenin'

    And I don't do no ass kiss'n

    Now here's the point that you've been missing

    No fuck'n problem at all

    Ain't got no fuck'n problem, I got no fuck'n problem at all

    You ain't alive - if you ain't livin'

    You waste your life whining and sniveling

    So buckle up cause now I'm driving

    No fuck'n problem at all

    You think you know everything and more

    But a surprise you'll be in for

    Add it all up and you got no score

    No fuck'n problem at all

    You play the part - that I got no use

    Don't mean a thing cause you got no juice

    I live in peace I don't need a truce

    No fuck'n problem at all

    I got a piece but not to the puzzle

    No time to think staring down a muzzle

    I rise above and watch you fizzle

    No fuck'n problem at all
    Wed, 01/31/2007 - 4:33 PM Permalink
    zephyrus

    I got a story to tell, now listen up real well

    Pay attention this way to what I got to say

    Took it to the street, rap to the people we meet

    Now we're rocking out hard to the Suicidal beat

    Tried to deny our right, so we're putting up a fight

    Just doing our thang, they tried to call it a gang

    Saw the way we look, that's all that it took

    That's all she wrote, they had their scapegoat

    Dressed down, homeboyz, minority-join the Army

    We're the few, we're the proud, we like to jam it loud

    The music we play won't have it any other way

    We're armed to the bone with our music and our tone

    Recruiting on the street fwith the sound of our beat

    Growing larger every day and every time we play

    Don't need no college plan, we're just a hard-rocking band

    We like our music to please but we ain't gonna appease

    No pressure's too much to make us change our touch

    Hardcore, metal, the new wave

    We're not a gang-join the Army

    Don't be no fool, don't let your prejudice rule

    Don't judge y your fear, judge us by your ear

    Can't believe every word of every story that you've heard

    Just play the song, I know you'll start to rock along

    Well I don't care 'bout the clothes you wear

    It's the size of your heart, not the length of your hair

    Don't make no difference to me, the color that you be

    Black, white or brown, it's all the same to me

    Well if you still don't believe you best get up and leave

    Do what you must do, but this ain't the place for you

    You got no right but if you start a fight

    We'll be rockin' your head but with our fists instead

    I'll fight it with the band, right down till the end

    Ask anyone I've met, this ain't no idle threat

    Don't flap no fit and it won't come to this

    Bust as for me, I'm down with the Army

    New YHork, London, Venice

    Why join a gang?

    Join the Army

    Suicidal rock-join the Army

    Suicidal rock-join the Army

    Suicidal rock-join the Army

    Suicidal rock-join the Army

    Suicidal rock-I want you to join the Army-S.T.

    these last few posts dedicated to Hunter Fred and his Hard Core Hunters...
    Wed, 01/31/2007 - 4:35 PM Permalink
    l and a mommy

    GO HARD CORE HUNTERS!!
    Wed, 01/31/2007 - 4:42 PM Permalink
    Clue Master

    Kick AZZ!!

    I was thinking of the same song when that other one was posted. ST rox!
    Thu, 02/01/2007 - 2:23 AM Permalink
    Clue Master

    Artist: Skid Row

     Song: MONKEY BUSINESS



    Outside my window there´s a

    Whole lot of trouble comin´

    The cartoon killers and the

    Rag cover clones

    Stack heels kickin´ rhythm

    Of social circumcision

    Can´t close the closet on

    Shoe box full of bones

    Kangaroo lady with her bourbon

    in a pouch

    Can´t afford the rental on

    a bamboo couch

    Collecting back her favors ´cause her

    well is running dry

    I know her act is terminal,

    But she ain´t gonna die

    Slim intoxicado drinkin´ dime

    store hooch

    Is always in a circle with his

    part-time pooch

    Little creepy´s playing dollies in the

    New York rain

    Thinkin´ Bowie´s just a knife

    Ooh the pain

    I ain´t seen the sun since I don´t

    know when

    The freaks come out at nine

    And it´s twenty to ten

    What´s this funk

    That you call junk

    To me it´s just monkey business

    Blind man in the vox that will

    probably die

    The village kids laugh as they walk by

    A psycho is on the edge of this human

    garbage dump

    And the vultures in the sewers

    are telling

    Him to jump

    Into the fire from the frying pan

    Tripping on his tounge

    For a cool place to stand

    Where´s this shade

    That you´ve got it made

    To me it´s just monkey business

    Monkey business

    Slippin´ on the track

    Monkey business

    Jungle in black

    Ain´t your business if I got

    No monkey on my back

    Monkey business

    Slippin´ on the track

    Monkey business

    Jungle in black

    Ain´t your business

    If I got

    Monkey´s on my back

    The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls

    Dressed to the society

    Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis

    Can´t get you by that monkey
    Thu, 02/01/2007 - 5:40 PM Permalink
    Thomas Funari

    Song : Ode To My Car

    Artist : Adam Sandler

    ---------------------

    Here we go

    Piece of shit car

    I got a piece of shit car

    That fuckin pile of shit

    Never gets me very far

    My cars a big piece of shit

    cause the shocks are fucking shot

    And my seatbelts fucking broken

    I got to tie it in a knot

    (its a piece of shit)

    I cant see through the windshield

    cause its got a big fucking crack

    And the interior smells real bad

    cause my friend puked in the back

    (its a piece of shit)

    (piece of shit car)

    Piece of shit car

    (hes got a piece of shit car)

    It sucks royal dick

    (that fuckin pile of shit)

    100% crap

    (never gets him very far)

    Oh fuck you car

    Its got no cd player, it only got the 8-track

    Whoever designed my car can lick my sweaty nut sack

    (they can bite his ass too)

    And I got no fuckin brakes

    Im always way out of control

    Eleven times a day I hear hey, watch it asshole

    (you fuckin piece of shit)

    (piece of shit car)

    I got piece of shit car

    (he got a piece of shit car)

    Diesel gas sucks my ass

    (that fuckin pile of shit)

    That pile of metal shit

    (never gets him very far)

    Oh what the fuck did I do

    What the fuck did I do

    What the fuck did I do

    To get stuck with you

    Youre too wide for drive-thru

    And you smell like the shoe

    But Im too broke to buy something new

    Oh fuck me

    Well the engine likes to flood

    The car always fuckin stalls

    And the seat cushions got a big rip

    So a spring always pokes the balls

    (ouch, ouch, ouch)

    Plus the door locks are busted

    I gotta use a fucking coat hanger

    (what a pain in his ass)

    And if a girlie sees my car

    Theres no chance Ill ever bang her

    (he never ever gets da pussy)

    Hey shut up

    (piece of shit car)

    You piece of shit car

    (you got a piece of shit car)

    You piece of shit car

    (piece of shit car)

    Bald fuckin tires

    (you got a piece of shit car)

    No rearview fucking mirror

    (piece of shit car)

    Seven different colors

    (you got a piece of shit car)

    Fucking rag for a gas cap

    (piece of shit car)

    Tailpipe makes the sparks fly everywhere

    (you got a piece of shit car)

    (piece of shit car)

    (you got a piece of shit car)

    (piece of shit car)

    Oh the whole town thinks Im a loser

    (you got a piece of shit car)

    Cabby give me a push

    (piece of shit car...)
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 11:51 AM Permalink
    Thomas Funari

    Artist: Connie Vannett

    Song: The Pussy Cat Song

    --------------------------------

    My pussy cat was scratching out on my back door

    Scratched so long poor pussy got sore

    Sore pussy..ooohhhh

    Sore..pussy ooohhh

    Just a friendly little cat

    My pussy cat was sittin on the front step

    Sat so long poor pussy got wet

    Wet pussy...ohhhhh

    Sore, wet..pussy

    Just a friendly little cat

    My pussy cat was playing out on the back lot

    Played so long poor pussy got hot

    Hot pussy..ohhhh

    Sore, wet, hot...pussy..

    Just a friendly little cat

    My pussy cat was rocking in the rocking chair

    Rocked so long he lost his hair

    Bald pussy...ohhh

    Sore, wet, hot, bald...pussy

    Just a friendly little cat

    My neighbor and I out at the clothes line

    I said to my neighbor won't you look at mine

    My pussy..oohhhhhh

    Sore, wet, hot, bald pussy

    Just a friendly little cat

    My neighbor stole my kitty

    But I did see

    I said to my neighbor set my pussy free

    Free pussy

    Sore, wet, hot, bad free pussy

    Just a friendly little cat

    Here kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty.
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 11:53 AM Permalink
    Clue Master

    Damn it! You beat me to it. I can't seem to find the other one though.

    <edit> Thank you :wink:
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 11:54 AM Permalink
    Clue Master

    I can't say that I've heard that pussy song before. Sounds funny :smile:
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 11:55 AM Permalink
    Thomas Funari

    Artist: Tenacious D

    Song: FUCK HER GENTLY

    ---------------------

    This is a song for the ladies

    But fellas listen closely

    You don't always have to fuck her hard

    In fact sometimes that's not right to do

    Sometimes you've got to make some love

    And fuckin give her some smoochies too

    Sometimes ya got to squeeze

    Sometimes you've got to say please

    Sometime you've got to say hey

    I'm gonna Fuck you softly

    I'm gonna screw you gently

    I'm gonna hump you sweetly

    I'm gonna ball you discreetly

    And then you say hey I bought you flowers

    And then you say wait a minute sally

    I think I got somethin in my teeth

    Could you get it out for me

    That's fuckin teamwork

    Whats your favorite posish?

    That's cool with me

    Its not my favorite

    But I'll do it for you

    Whats your favorite dish?

    Im not gonna cook it

    But ill order it from Zanzibar

    And then I'm gonna love you completely

    And then I'll fuckin fuck you discreetly

    And then I'll fucking bone you completely

    But then I'm gonna fuck you hard

    Hard
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 11:55 AM Permalink
    Thomas Funari

    ADAM SANDLER LYRICS

    "At A Medium Pace"

    -------------------

    Put your arms around me baby

    Can't you see I need you so

    Hold me close against your skin

    I'm about to begin

    Lovin' you

    Spit on your hand and stroke my cock

    At a medium pace

    Play with my balls and tell me

    How big they are

    Honey, rub your beaver

    Up and down my face

    Sit on the corner of the bed

    And watch me whack off

    You see that shampoo bottle

    Now stick it up my ass

    Push it in and out

    At a medium pace

    Talk about your old boyfriend's dick

    And how big it was

    Now shave off my pubes

    And punch me in the face

    Whoa darlin'

    Make me push my dick and balls

    Back between my legs

    Call me an ugly woman

    And take my picture to show

    All the people you work with

    Now pull up my scrotum

    And take the shampoo bottle

    Out of my ass

    Pretend I'm the pizza delivery guy

    And watch me whack off

    Strap on a dildo

    And make me give you head

    Tell me to slow down

    And do it at a medium pace

    I feel so humiliated

    I'm about to blow my load

    You tell me it's time to make love

    But now I can't

    'Cause I spewed all over myself

    Then you look into my eyes

    And you realize

    How much I enjoy lovin' you

    I'm so sorry I spunked on my stomach

    Maybe next time I'll be better at lovin' you
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 11:56 AM Permalink
    Thomas Funari

    Ok, that is all of the one's we were talking about. lol... Quite a bit of adult humor in one place.

    The pussycat one is an absolute blast if you get the right person singing it. The one who usually does it at my shows has this whole betty boop type thing going while she's singing it. I usually add a little whoop into the microphone after the "free pussy" part and then at the end play a sound bite from Austin Powers "Yeah Baby, Yeah!"
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 11:58 AM Permalink
    Clue Master

    Nice!
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 12:05 PM Permalink
    Thomas Funari

    Karaoke is all about fun. No one's ever going to get a recording contract at karaoke these days. (The last group signed from karaoke was All 4 One back in the early to mid 90's when karaoke as we know it was still in it's infancy and only 1 or two venues in any major city.)

    Particularly, no one is going to get discovered at a back-woods American Legion in Rosemount. lol If you're not doing it for the fun of it, you're in for severe disappointment.
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 12:13 PM Permalink
    Clue Master

    I just don't know how you can do it. I'm sure that you and your regulars are decent singers but I just can't stand to hear drunks belting out their crap. Maybe it's been awhile since I've been to a real Karaoke bar. But the ones around here have sucked something awful. Even when they play music I like, which is rarely. I do see the fun in doing it as my brother-in-laws father was one of the first to bring it to Minnesota years ago and we had private parties with the big set up.
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 12:27 PM Permalink
    ares

    hey, i do know that when tmk and coco got married i learned that consuming 3 bottles of wine is not enough to get me to do karaoke.
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 12:27 PM Permalink
    ares

    from the bloodhound gang:

    was lonelier than kunta kinte at a merle haggard concert

    That night I strolled on into uncle limpys 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 its 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 thats 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, its hard to hide a hard-on when youre 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 its quite a thrill

    When she grinds me against her will

    Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin

    So, bambis goin on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.

    So I says, even this one I have where jesus christ

    Is jackhammering mickey mouse in the doo-doo hole

    With a lawn dart as garth brooks gives birth to something

    Resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on santa clauss tummy-tum?

    Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later

    Im parkin the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.

    Got to nail her back at her trailer.

    Heh. 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 its 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 can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice

    And polish the one-eyed gopher when your 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 its quite a thrill

    When she grinds me against her will

    Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 12:32 PM Permalink
    KITCH

    CAN YOU PICTURE ME2'S MOM SINGING THAT PUSSY SONG???

    FOR SOME REASON I CAN :confused: :eek: :eek: :eek:
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 12:41 PM Permalink
    ares

    now that you mention it!!
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 12:43 PM Permalink
    Thomas Funari

    One of the most hilarious ones I've run across, back in my first stint at this bar we had this chick that came in and sang "Camel Toe" (See below)... We had one lady in the bar one night, she was 75+ if she was a day... She was waving her arms and singing along reading the extra lyrics TV... It was just hilarious.

    Fanny Pack -=(*)=- Camel Toe

    um hmm thats right uh huh uh huh

    um hmm thats right uh huh uh huh

    walking down the street

    something caught my eye

    a growing epidemic that really ain't fly

    a middle aged lady gotta be blunt her spandex biker shorts were creepin up the front

    I could see her uterus her pants were too tight

    She must've owned panties that were not in sight

    She walked right by the poor woman didn't know

    She had a frontal wedgie a Camel Toe

    [Chorus]

    um hmm thats right uh huh

    oh no

    fix yourself girl

    you got a

    Camel Toe

    um hmm thats right uh huh

    oh no

    fix yourself girl

    you got a

    Camel Toe

    girl thats gotta hurt

    take some time and adjust can't you see people staring

    and making a fuss

    could not believe my eyes had to take a second glance

    is your crotch hungry girl

    cause its eating your pants

    do you enjoy the comotion and attenetion it brings

    the only lips i wanna see are the ones that sing

    in public putting on an x rated show grossin people out

    with your Camel Toe

    [Repeat Chorus]

    first day of spring and by the looks of things these girls have forgot how to dress

    a little quick to wearin

    wearin pum pum shorts

    and its causin me much distress

    whoomp there it is

    yeha right in the front

    everybody come and get a good look can see everything through the panty cling every cranny and every nook

    you better take a quick minute

    before you step outside

    and check the area thats pubic

    or you'll get your panties all up in a bunch all twisted up

    like rubic

    take these words of advice

    cause its not very nice wanna put you al in the know girls don't sleep

    don't let your pants creep

    watch out for

    The Camel Toe

    [Repeat Chorus]
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 1:03 PM Permalink
    Clue Master

    HAHA :grin:
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 1:21 PM Permalink
    diggin4it

    :eek:

    LMFAO!!!
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 6:19 PM Permalink
    zephyrus

    --meow--

    I love that song!

    CM I have it on my computer... I'll have to burn a copy for you, it is awesome... Sounds like a cute little old man, just as innocent as can be... Best part is the "meow"
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 7:11 PM Permalink
    Clue Master

    cute little old man

    Isn't like the ones in the links I posted? That sounds like a lady to me.
    Fri, 02/02/2007 - 10:21 PM Permalink
    zephyrus

    No, mine is different... same basic song, but you end up with a hot, wet, tight, bald pussy instead. Pretty funny from the old man...
    Sat, 02/03/2007 - 11:36 AM Permalink
    lilslim

    So I didn't know if this belonged in the "Ask Kitch" thread or this one. It's a toss up.

    Why does John Fogerty warn people to hidey-hide and jump and run when the old man is down the road?

    I said the old man is probably a child molester.

    Anyone? Anyone?
    Sat, 02/03/2007 - 7:21 PM Permalink
    Clue Master

    Heh

    That made me look these lyrics up once and for all. I never knew WTF they were saying:

    Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile,

    Blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while.

    Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo.

    Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo.
    Sat, 02/03/2007 - 7:36 PM Permalink
    Clue Master

    Here's another one that stumped me for years until I saw it on Karaoke.

    Back to the howling old owl in the woods

    Hunting the horny back toad
    Sat, 02/03/2007 - 7:38 PM Permalink