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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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Clue Master

Piledriver Witch Hunt Lyrics

We're hungry wolves stealing the night witchkilling keeps us alive

We're searching for her, we're hunting for her she's taking us for a ride

We're chasing her till the end we've gotta kill this deadly sin

Running through the woods, searching every house

We'll find her, she can't hide

Witch hunt, I'm going on a witch hunt

She can kill you, she can hypnotize so never look her in the eyes

She's a fearful one, she's the devil's friend you can see why she must die

She's cornered up against a wall we trap her and she tries to shout

Setting up a fire, she's been roped and tied for her there's no way out

I, the Pile Driver, High Priest of the Metal Inquisition, find you

guilty as charged for crimes of sorcery and witchcraft. I sentence you

now to be burnt at the stake. May your body and soul burn in hell and

may the devil himself crawl from the bowels of hell to claim you as his

humble servant... Burn!

We're watching that witch burn up we're roasting her on the stake

There's a foul smell and it's in the air she's gotta burn, she's gotta bake

Hunting is our way of life we've got a hungry appetite

Tie her up and burn her soul for her it's just an endless fight
Thu, 08/17/2006 - 2:28 PM Permalink
No Body

I was sitting in my basement.

I just rolled myself a taste

Of something green and gold and glorious

To get me through the day.

Then my friend yelled through the transom

"Grab your coat and get your hat son,

There's a nut down on the corner,

Givin' dollar bills away"

But I laid around a bit

Then I had another hit.

Then I rolled myself a bauma.

Then I thought about my mama.

Then I fooled around, played around

jacked around a while and then

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned and it rolled right by.

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned... oh me... oh my.

It took seven months of urgin'

Just to get that local virgin

With the sweet face

Up to my place

To fool around a bit.

Next day she woke up rosy,

And she snuggled up so cozy.

When she asked me how I liked it,

Lord it hurts me to admit,

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned and it rolled right by.

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned... oh me... oh my.

I'm makin' no excuses

For the many things I uses

Just to sweeten up my relationships

And brighten up my day.

When my earthly race is over

And I'm ready for the clover

And they ask me how my life has been

I guess I'll have to say,

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned and it rolled right by.

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned and I missed it.

I got stoned... oh me... oh my.
Thu, 08/17/2006 - 5:51 PM Permalink
Clue Master

:cool:
Thu, 08/17/2006 - 8:09 PM Permalink
Wicked Nick

John Denver - "Leaving On A Jet Plane"

All my bags are packed I'm ready to go.

I'm standing here outside your door.

I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.

But the dawn is breaking it early morn.

The taxi's waitin he's blownin his horn.

Already I'm so lonesome I could die.

So kiss me and smile for me.

Tell me that you'll wait for me.

Hold me like you'll never let me go.

Cause I'm leavin on a jet plane.

Don't know when I'll be back again.

Oh, babe I hate to go.

Theres so many times I've let you down

So many times I've played around.

I tell you now they don't mean a thing.

Every place I go I'll think of you.

Every song I sing I'll sing for you.

When I come back I'll bring your wedding ring.

So kiss me and smile for me.

Tell me that you'll wait for me.

Hold me like you'll never let me go.

Cause I'm leavin on a jet plane.

Don't know when I'll be back again.

Oh, babe I hate to go.

Now the time come to leave you.

One more time let me kiss you.

Then close your eyes I'll be on my way.

Dream about the days to come.

When I won't have to leave alone.

About the times I won't have to say

So kiss me and smile for me.

Tell me that you'll wait for me.

Hold me like you'll never let me go.

Cause I'm leavin on a jet plane.

Don't know when I'll be back again.

Oh, babe I hate to go.

I'm leavin on a jet plane.

Don't know when I'll be back again.

Oh, babe, I hate to go.
Fri, 08/18/2006 - 8:01 PM Permalink
me2

I love that song!!!

especially in Armegeddon

one of my all time favorite movies
Sat, 08/19/2006 - 11:43 AM Permalink
No Body

Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.

Life is skittles and life is beer.

I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.

I do, donÂ’t you? Â’course you do.

But thereÂ’s one thing that makes spring complete for me,

And makes evÂ’ry sunday a treat for me.

All the world seems in tune

On a spring afternoon,

When weÂ’re poisoning pigeons in the park.

EvÂ’ry sunday youÂ’ll see

My sweetheart and me,

As we poison the pigeons in the park.

When they see us coming, the birdies all try anÂ’ hide,

But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.

The sunÂ’s shining bright,

EvÂ’rything seems all right,

When weÂ’re poisoning pigeons in the park.

Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo

WeÂ’ve gained notoriety,

And caused much anxiety

In the audubon society

With our games.

They call it impiety,

And lack of propriety,

And quite a variety

Of unpleasant names.

But itÂ’s not against any religion

To want to dispose of a pigeon.

So if sunday youÂ’re free,

Why donÂ’t you come with me,

And weÂ’ll poison the pigeons in the park.

And maybe weÂ’ll do

In a squirrel or two,

While weÂ’re poisoning pigeons in the park.

WeÂ’ll murder them all amid laughter and merriment.

Except for the few we take home to experiment.

My pulse will be quickeninÂ’

With each drop of strychnine

We feed to a pigeon.

It just takes a smidgin!

To poison a pigeon in the park.
Sat, 08/19/2006 - 3:27 PM Permalink
mrmnmikey

If anybody wants my two queensryche tickets for sep 9th at cost please let me know by wednesday. After that they will be on e-bay.
Tue, 08/22/2006 - 5:35 AM Permalink
KITCH

"Whoopi - Ti- Yi- Yo",

Well, what ya reckon we sing a song, Dusty

Well, let's do it, Lefty

One, two, you know what to do

Well, I'm just an old cowboy with twigs in my hair

Two-thirds alligator and three-quarters bear

And one half a lion but let it be known

I never told one lie that was not my own

Whoop-i-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggy

I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry

Don't boss me or cross me or I'll spit in your eye

I think what I please and I say what I mean

And I think all you women are the finest I've seen

Whoop-i-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggy

I love the prairie, say what you will

It's flat and it's dusty but I love it still

It's emtpy and lonely and tedious too

So maybe I'm crazy but what can I do

Whoop-i-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggy

Here comes the solo

Yeah, real good

I guess you can tell by the way we are dressed

We're are two cowboy of the wild west

Cowboy's who's boots have stepped into manour

Heroes of song and of literature

We ride in the snow and we ride in the rain

Just like Gene Autry, just like John Wayne

They were better cowboys then us and I mean it

And we are still living and that is convenient

Whoop-i-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggy

Whoop-i-ti-yi-yo, git along little doggies

Yoo-ah-lay-lee, yoo-ah-lay-lee, a-whooooo

Wha, hooooo
Fri, 08/25/2006 - 4:56 AM Permalink
No Body

Don't Give a Dose to the One You Love Most.- Shel Silverstein

Don't give a dose to the one you love most.

Give her some marmalade...give her some toast.

You can give her the willies or give her the blues.

But the dose that you give her will get back to youse.

I once had a lady as sweet as a song.

She was my darlin', and she was my dear.

But she had a dose, and she passed it along.

Now she's gone, but the dose is still there.

So, don't give a dose to the one you love most.

Give her some marmalade...give her some toast.

You can give her a partiridge up in a pear tree,

But the dose that you give her might get back to me.

So if you've got an itchin'...if you've got a drip,

Don't sit there wishin' for it to go 'way.

If there's a thing on the tip of your thing or your lip,

Run down to the clinic today, and say...

"I won't give a dose to the one I love most.

I'll give her some marmalade...give her some toast."

Give her the willies or give her the blues,

But the dose that you give her will get back to you.
Fri, 08/25/2006 - 10:07 AM Permalink
Love4Vino

any of you listen to Hinder? they are playing the xcel on the 14th.
Mon, 08/28/2006 - 10:33 AM Permalink
Wicked Nick

yeah... they're pretty good... me and a couple of friends were actually talkin about going to that show.... dunno whats up yet.
Mon, 08/28/2006 - 5:09 PM Permalink
me2

I can't find the rhyme in all my reason

Lost sense of time and all seasons

Feel I've been beaten down

By the words of men who have no grounds

Can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom

When your ax has cut the roots that feed them

Forked tongues in bitter mouths

Can drive a man to bleed from inside out

What if you did?

What if you lied?

What if I avenge?

What if eye for an eye?

I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine

Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind

Human pride sings a vengeful song

Inspired by the times you've been walked on

My stage is shared by many millions

Who lift their hands up high because they feel this

We are one We are strong

The more you hold us down the more we press on

What if you did?

What if you lied?

What if I avenge?

What if eye for an eye?

I know I can't hold the hate inside my mind

'Cause what consumes your thoughts controls your life

So I'll just ask a question

A lonely simple question

I'll just ask one question

What if? What if?

What if? What if?

What If I?

What if? What if?

What if? What if?

What If I?

What if? What if?

What if? What if?

What If I?

What if? What if?

What if? What if?

What If I?

What if you did?

What if you lied?

What if I avenge?

What if eye for an eye?

What if your words could be judged like a crime?

What if? What if?

What if? What if?

What If I?

What if? What if?

What if? What if?

What If I?

What if? What if?

What if? What if?

What If I?

What if? What if?

What if? What if?

What If I?
Tue, 08/29/2006 - 7:02 AM Permalink
Clue Master

I like your new avatar way better than your last one me2 :pbpt:
Tue, 08/29/2006 - 11:21 AM Permalink
Wicked Nick

yeah...

drinking on the beach is awesome.
Tue, 08/29/2006 - 1:18 PM Permalink
diggin4it

me2.....better than the last two me2 :grin:
Tue, 08/29/2006 - 8:01 PM Permalink
KITCH

OMG...its heavy metal nerds...
Tue, 08/29/2006 - 8:31 PM Permalink
Wicked Nick

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door

Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor

She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love

And if it expires pray help from above"

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"

In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"

More, more, more

She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg

But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed

What set you free and brought you to be me babe

What set you free I need you hear by me

Because

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"

In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"

He lives in his own heaven

Collects it to go from the seven eleven

Well he's out all night to collect a fare

Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.

I walked the world with you, babe

A thousand miles with you

I dried your tears of pain, babe

A million times for you

I'd sell my soul for you babe

For money to burn with you

I'd give you all, and have none, babe

Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me

Because

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"

In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"

With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more"

More, more, more.

Oh yeah little baby

she wants more

More, more, more, more, more.

Oh yeah little baby

she wants more

More, more, more, more.
Tue, 08/29/2006 - 11:24 PM Permalink
Wicked Nick

Mother mother how's the family, I'm just calling to say hello

How's the weather how's my father am I lonely heavens no

Mother mother are you listening, just a phone call to ease your mind

Life is perfect never better, distance making the heart grow blind

When you sent me off to see the world, where you scared that I might get hurt

Would I try a little tobacco, would I keep on hiking up my skirt

I'm hungry

I'm dirty

I'm losing my mind

Everything's fine

I'm freezing

I'm starving

I'm bleeding to death

Everything's fine

Yeah, I'm working, making money I'm just starting to build a name

I can feel it around the corner, I could make it any day

Mother mother can you hear me, sure I'm sober sure I'm sane

Life is perfect never better, still your daughter still the same

If I tell you what you want to hear, will it help you to sleep well at night

Are you sure that I'm your perfect dear, now just cuddle up and sleep tight

I'm hungry

I'm dirty

I'm losing my mind

Everything's fine

I'm freezing

I'm starving

I'm bleeding to death

Everything's fine

I miss you

I love you
Tue, 08/29/2006 - 11:25 PM Permalink
Wicked Nick

I'm so happy 'cause today

I've found my friends ...

They're in my head

I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you ...

We've broken our mirrors

Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ...

And I'm not scared

Light my candles, in a daze

'Cause I've found god

Hey, hey hey [x6]

I'm so lonely, but that's okay, I shaved my head ...

And I'm not sad

And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard ...

But I'm not sure

I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there ...

But I don't care

I'm so horny, but that's okay ...

My will is good

Hey, hey hey [x6]

[x2]

I like it - I'm not gonna crack

I miss you - I'm not gonna crack

I love you - I'm not gonna crack

I killed you - I'm not gonna crack

I'm so happy 'cause today

I've found my friends ...

They're in my head

I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you ...

We've broken our mirrors (Alt: We broke our mirrors)

Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ...

And I'm not scared

Light my candles in a daze ...

'Cause I've found god

Hey, hey hey [x6]

[x2]

I like it - I'm not gonna crack

I miss you - I'm not gonna crack

I love you - I'm not gonna crack

I killed you - I'm not gonna crack
Tue, 08/29/2006 - 11:26 PM Permalink
Wicked Nick

Baby I've been here before

I've seen this room and i've walked this floor,

I used to live alone before I knew you

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

But love is not some victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know

What's really going on below

But now you never show that to me do you

Remember when I moved in you

And the holy dove was moving too

And every breath we drew is Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Tue, 08/29/2006 - 11:27 PM Permalink
zephyrus

We're a happy family

We're a happy family

We're a happy family

Me mom and dad

Siting here in Queens

Eating refried beans

We're in all the magazines

Gulpin' down thorazines

We ain't got no friends

Our troubles never end

No Christmas cards to send

Daddy likes men

Daddy's telling lies

Baby's eating flies

Mommy's on pills

Baby's got the chills

I'm friends with the President

I'm friends with the Pope

We're all making a fortune

Selling Daddy's dope

Siting here in Queens

Eating refried beans

We're in all the magazines

Gulpin' down thorazines
Wed, 08/30/2006 - 5:41 PM Permalink
Wicked Nick

well, she was a cast-iron beauty-

a propped up photograph in a postcard trail

the little sun was setting on my hometown.

another night well spent--

blood in my eyes,

a drunken compass writing my epitaph.

the soundtrack to our success

and letters typed

but never sent.

Love ain't nobody's fault,

it's a slow sad waltz.

snowflakes falling in slow motion

as we hobble home across

cobblestone and the clouds

make sense of the sky.

There's only one first kiss

followed by pillow pardons

and matchbook poems

and making milestones

out of mistakes.

Love ain't a masquerade,

it's hand-me-down dreams

and dimestore fables

(another for my honey--boys,

you should see the way she dances)

yeah, there's a look that lingers--

sturdy and true.

saying something halfway

disintegrated dreams,

mistaking silence for shame,

the blessing and the blame.

Love ain't a competiton

so I'll parade the days

and take the fall

and go see about a ghost.

she came from way out west

with wine colored hair

and desrves to smile.

it all sounds so inviting

and I got it down in writing

but the shirt don't make the man.

in the damp, dark, distant night

old habits don't die hard.

all the lights are out--

a drastic mess,

chaos on the wall.

there's no flowers on the doorstep,

just a rose and briar

as we tell the stories of the ones

who got away--

we'd never waste a thunderstorm.
Fri, 09/01/2006 - 6:32 AM Permalink
No Body

The Drinking Man's Diet - Allan Sherman

Oh, I'm on the Drinking Man's Diet,

It came from a book I was loaned.

It's really terrific and quite scientific

And I'm half stoned.

For breakfast some cornflakes and vodka,

But cornflakes have carbohydrate;

So I don't eat those fattening cornflakes,

I eat the vodka straight.

Drink, drink, everyone drink;

It's not as bad as we used to think.

With every Manhattan your stomach will flatten,

So drink, drink, drink.

The Air Force invented this diet,

A fact which they hotly deny.

Of course they deny it, 'cause this is the diet

That got the Air Force high.

For lunch you can have three martinis,

What better lunch is there than that?

But caution: do not eat the olives,

'Cause olives make you fat.

Drink, drink, everyone drink;

It's not as bad as we used to think.

If pounds you would burn off, then turn on your Smirnoff,

And drink, drink, drink.

For dinner, a nice Scotch and soda

Now that oughtta help you to lose.

No whipped cream, no butter, just lay in the gutter

And booze, booze, booze.

Suppose you should meet a policeman,

Who says you've been quenching your thirst;

You just tell him it's physical fitness

And health comes first!

Drink (hic!), drink (hic!), booze everywhere (hic!);

Pass that decanter of bourbon there.

I'm fatter than ever, but here's what's so clever:

I don't care!
Fri, 09/01/2006 - 8:15 AM Permalink
diggin4it

The Riddle

There was a man back in '95

Whose heart ran out of summers

But before he died, I asked him

Wait, what's the sense in life

Come over me, Come over me

He said,

Son why you got to sing that tune

Catch a Dylan song or some eclipse of the moon

Let an angel swing and make you swoon

Then you will see... You will see

Then he said,

Here's a riddle for you

Find the Answer

There's a reason for the world

You and I...

Picked up my kid from school today

Did you learn anything cause in the world today

You can't live in a castle far away

Now talk to me, come talk to me

He said,

Dad I'm big but we're smaller than small

In the scheme of things, well we're nothing at all

Still every mother's child sings a lonely song

So play with me, come play with me

And Hey Dad

Here's a riddle for you

Find the Answer

There's a reason for the world

You and I...

I said,

Son for all I've told you

When you get right down to the

Reason for the world...

Who am I?

There are secrets that we still have left to find

There have been mysteries from the beginning of time

There are answers we're not wise enough to see

He saidÂ… You looking for a clue I Love You free...

The batter swings and the summer flies

As I look into my angel's eyes

A song plays on while the moon is hiding over me

Something comes over me

I guess we're big and I guess we're small

If you think about it man you know we got it all

Cause we're all we got on this bouncing ball

And I love you free

I love you freely

Here's a riddle for you

Find the Answer

There's a reason for the world

You and I...
Fri, 09/01/2006 - 9:34 AM Permalink
me2

thanks diggs - I'm gonna use that
Fri, 09/01/2006 - 9:38 AM Permalink
mrmnmikey

This Beat Goes On*

(Diamond- Zero)

Hey Judy, get Trudy

You said to call you up if I was feeling moody

Hey little Donna, still wanna

You said to ring you up if I was in Toronto

I have lots of friends that I can ding at any time

Can mobilize some laughs with just one call

Like a bunch of lunatics we'll act till way past dawn

Sure we'll be rockin' till our strength is gone

Yeah This Beat Goes On

Hey ladies you crazies

Me and Zero request you in the Mercedes

And then we'll ride so zoomy inside

The sky's the limit this time I'm Switchin' to Glide

I don't give a hoot about what people have to say

I'm laughin' as I'm analyzed

Lunatics Anonymous that's where I belong

Sure cause I am one till my strength is gone

Yeah This Beat Goes On

I have lots of friends that I can ding at any time

Can mobilize some laughs with just one call

Like a bunch of lunatics we'll act till way past dawn

Sure we'll be rockin' till our strength is gone

Yeah This Beat Goes On

This Beat Goes On

This Beat Goes On

This Beat Goes On

Switching to glide

Switching to glide

Nothing matters but the weekend

From a Tuesday point of view

Like a kettle in the kitchen

I feel the steam begin to brew

Switchin' to Glide

Energy can be directed

I'm turning it up I'm turning it down

Even love can be affected

Harmony's the sweetest sound

Switching to Glide..Balancing in my head..inside of me...

taking the glide path instead.

Everybody gets the no-no

Hear it ringing in they ears

Lots of ways that you can go GO!

Look around NO disappears

Switching to Glide

Switching to Glide

Switching to Glide

Switching to Glide

Switching to Glide

Switching to Glide

yea!Switching to Glide
Tue, 09/05/2006 - 1:38 PM Permalink
Love4Vino

just got custom rings for my cell:

867-5309 / Jenny (tommy tutone)

Jessie's Girl (Rick Springfield)

Girl all the Bad Guys want (Bowling for Soup)

Girls just wanna have fun (Cyndi Lauper)

Pretty Vegas (INXS)

I have to have my cell on at all times now that harvest started - so I figured I'd make my rings really annoying for everyone... :smile:
Wed, 09/06/2006 - 11:30 AM Permalink
KITCH

u should have the "mexican hat dance" as your ring
Wed, 09/06/2006 - 11:57 AM Permalink
Love4Vino

um, no.

there is one that says... It's you boyfriend calling, maybe you should screen your calls.
Wed, 09/06/2006 - 1:22 PM Permalink
KITCH

Lyrics

Arnold Layne had a strange hobby

Collecting clothes

Moonshine washing line

They suit him fine

On the wall hung a tall mirror

Distorted view, see through baby blue

He dug it

Oh, Arnold Layne

It's not the same, takes two to know

Two to know, two to know, two to know

Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Now he's caught - a nasty sort of person.

They gave him time

Doors bang - chain gang - he hates it

Oh, Arnold Layne

It's not the same, takes two to know

Two to know, two to know, two to know

Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Don't do it again.
Wed, 09/06/2006 - 2:11 PM Permalink
KITCH

I gotta feeling CM liked that last diddy....
Wed, 09/06/2006 - 2:12 PM Permalink
Clue Master

Ecstatic! Thanks :cool: :cool:
Wed, 09/06/2006 - 4:55 PM Permalink
KITCH

have you seen the video??
Wed, 09/06/2006 - 5:03 PM Permalink
Clue Master

The old 60's vid or do they have a new one with old 8mm footage?
Wed, 09/06/2006 - 6:20 PM Permalink
No Body

DRINKIN' and DRUGGIN' and WATCHIN' TV -

Shel Silverstein

If anyone met us, they'd surely agree

We're proper as any two people can be.

We're clean-cut, well-mannered,

Well-dressed and polite...

But, oh, if they'd see us at night

When we're drinkin' and druggin' and watchin' TV...

Eatin' cold pizza and drinkin' ice tea.

Just you and me and the devil makes three...

Drinkin' and druggin' and watchin' TV.

So you bring the chemicals, I bring the wine.

I fiddle with yours and you diddle with mine.

Then drunken and drugged, we fall back on our backs

Naturally performing unnatural acts

Such as drinkin' and druggin' and watchin' TV,

Eatin' cold pizza and drinkin' ice tea.

Just you and me and the devil makes three,

Drinkin' and druggin' and watchin' TV.

In the flickin' TV light we're goin' to hell...

Makin' love with the sound off to the P.T.L..

Jim Bakker can see what you're doin' to me...

Drinkin' and druggin' and watchin' TV.

So stop drinkin' and druggin' and watchin' TV,

Eatin' cold pizza and drinkin' ice tea...

Livin' your life degenerately,

Drinkin' and druggin' and watchin' TV.
Wed, 09/06/2006 - 8:37 PM Permalink
mucluck

OMG I love that song, my girlfriends dad sings it every time there is a family get together!
Wed, 09/06/2006 - 10:11 PM Permalink
Clue Master

Thanks Kitch. I'll watch them later. The Gilmour / Bowie thing looks cool.
Thu, 09/07/2006 - 7:27 AM Permalink
No Body

I wonder who been scorin' with the scorekeeper's sweetie

While the scorekeeper doesn't know the score,

And who's on the floor with the doorman's darlin'

While the doorman's busy mannin' the door,

Someone's savin' the life of the lifeguard's wife

While the lifeguard's guardin' lives out in the sea,

And while I been movin' all around this town

Tell me who been movin' in on me?

Now who been diggin' the ditchdigger's daughter

While the ditchdigger's diggin' in the ditch,

And who's playin' switch with the switchman's bitch

While the switchman's busy twitchin' at his switch,

Someone's grabbin' the ass of the astronaut's lass

While the astronaut is flyin' through the blue,

And while I been goin' all around the world,

Who been goin' round the world with you?

I wonder who keeps gettin' into the innkeeper's cutie

While the innkeeper's keepin' the inn,

And who's cuttin' in on the tin cutter's sin

While that tin cutter's cuttin' his tin.

Someone's gettin' the honey from the beekeeper's honey

So what can a poor boy do. . .

I might as well go score with the scorekeeper's sweetie

While the scorekeeper's scorin' with you!
Thu, 09/07/2006 - 8:51 AM Permalink
KITCH

Many many years ago when I was twenty three,

I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.

This widow had a grown-up daughter

Who had hair of red.

My father fell in love with her,

And soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law

And changed my very life.

My daughter was my mother,

For she was my father's wife.

To complicate the matters worse,

Although it brought me joy,

I soon became the father

Of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became

A brother-in-law to dad.

And so became my uncle,

Though it made me very sad.

For if he was my uncle,

Then that also made him brother

To the widow's grown-up daughter

Who, of course, was my step-mother.

Father's wife then had a son,

Who kept them on the run.

And he became my grandson,

For he was my daughter's son.

My wife is now my mother's mother

And it makes me blue.

Because, although she is my wife,

She's my grandmother, too.

If my wife is my grandmother,

Then I am her grandchild.

And every time I think of it,

It simply drives me wild.

For now I have become

The strangest case you ever saw.

As the husband of my grandmother,

I am my own grandpa!
Thu, 09/07/2006 - 12:51 PM Permalink
me2

How many maybe babies do you have?

reminded me of this.....

Why, make me plead

For what I need

And I need you

Why, why make me weep

Cry in my sleep, 'cause I need you

Say "maybe"

Won't you even say "sometime", baby

Won't you ever say lovin' words again

Say, baby

Don't you know I'm a fool about you

If I tried, I could live without you

For maybe a day

I've been around, finally found

That I need you

And I, I know what I got

And I got a lot

But, baby, I need you

Say "maybe"

Won't you even say "sometime", baby

Won't you ever say lovin' words again

Say, baby

Don't you know I'm a fool about you

If I tried, I could live without you

For maybe a day

Ooh

What I'd do

Say 'maybe" baby

"Cause I need you

Say

Can I stay

Say "maybe" yeah

'Cause I need you

Say "maybe"

Won't you even say "sometime", baby

Won't you ever say lovin' words again

Say, baby

Don't you know I'm a fool about you

If I tried, I could live without you

For maybe a day

Say, "maybe"

Don't you know I'm a fool about you

If I tried, I could live without you

For maybe a day

Say, baby

Don't you know I'm a fool about you

:wink: j
Fri, 09/08/2006 - 7:31 PM Permalink
me2

OMG!!! choke cough gag!!!!!

Barbra Streisand

Xcel Energy Center, Saint Paul, MN

Tue, Oct 24, 2006 07:30 PM

Your Ticket(s)

Section Row Type Ticket Price Building Facility Charge Convenience Charge Description

FLR R 23 Full price tickets US $450.00 US $1.75 US $23.35

Main floor seating

Rows 11-30 of main floor

FLR R 23 Full price tickets US $450.00 US $1.75 US $23.35

thats $1000 for an hour and a half!!!!!
Wed, 09/13/2006 - 8:19 AM Permalink
KITCH

a guy buying that for his "gal" doesn't even care about the show....
Wed, 09/13/2006 - 8:25 AM Permalink
Wicked Nick

my mom and her husband are going to that...

no thanks. :cool:
Wed, 09/13/2006 - 9:27 AM Permalink
me2

welllll, if I were the "gal" I would tell the guy (my husband ofcourse) to give me that grand and I'd be sure he'd get what he really wanted for that hour and a half :wink:
Wed, 09/13/2006 - 9:37 AM Permalink
KITCH

so that's your price?
Wed, 09/13/2006 - 1:50 PM Permalink
KITCH

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
Wed, 09/13/2006 - 4:10 PM Permalink