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We've all heard 'em. Hell, we've all probably created a few, inadvertently or otherwise.
The mis-heard lyrics that are hysterically funny once you find out what the right words are. The unique version of "Truckin'" your bar band came up with. "St. Stephen," as rendered by your 6-year-old.
You get the idea. Post here.
Liberty
when I first heard this song, I was sure it was 'William - T' (not Liberty) and that the song was about William Tell... I was pretty fucked up when I heard it the first time...
"What's the point of calling shots, this cue ain't straight in line
Cue balls made of styrofoam and no-one's got the time"
I actually heard Bobby sing
I actually heard Bobby sing (during Truckin')
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
After the sex change you know she isn't the same.
In my early listening years, during The Golden Road, I thought (I think...) 3rd verse it says...lie down smokin' honey, have yourself a ball.
I thought it said: Lie down smoke it baby, have yourself a bowl.
Some parts of Bobby's high-intensity singing during Truckin made me incapable of singing along and could almost make me think it was sung in Swahili.
A dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago...
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Truckin
also heard similar
gonna' an had a sex change
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Spanish Jam
Women are Smarter?
My buddy Bob always sang, The women are drunker!! Always laughed way to hard. I miss Bob, he moved away. I see him about once a year maybe.
FOTD
Playing this the other day and the other half was singing along, to my surprise. as she doesn't really like the GOGD,
it came to the @got 2 reasons why i cry away each lonely night and Anne/Marie became Emily
First one's named sweet Emily actually fits
Bob
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Spanish Jam
St. Stephen (mis-lyrics)
CharlieBoBarley
I always thought the lyrics were ..."With hair so long, he's got to calling it home!"
I guess I was picturing St. Stephen as a very long-haired hippie...
..."Been here so long" somehow makes much more sense (even to a hippie)!
Me and My Uncle
Weed, liquor and money, they load it down.
3 of my all time favs, yee haw!
a soft machine
a 'machine' is talking about a political group, or a group of politicos who have a lot of power. Tammany Hall is one from somewhere in the 19th century.
a soft machine, would mean a weak or not so influential political power structure, I think. or maybe I am wrong about that completely, that is the way I too the words.
peace.
It Must Have Been the Doses
It Must Have Been The Doses
CC j grew his hair down to his toe-ses
He had scabies, lice, and fleas in his long black hair
I don't know, maybe it was the doses
All I know, he couldn't give a care
I don't know, it must have been the doses
The doses and the scabies in his long brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the doses
All I know, was he took them all there
Ten sheets of blotter rolled up and got for free
Sounds echo in his ear like a cool symphony
If I take another, whaddaya think will happen to me?
Let me take some more doses and float me out to sea
I don't know, it must have been the doses
The doses and the scabies in his long brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the doses
All I know, was he took them all there
One brown tab, put him in limbo
Everyone's complaining, though, 'come on, we want some more
Memories fade from shadows and now it's all lore
And it's strange how no one doses any more
I don't know, it must have been the doses
The doses and the scabies in his long brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the doses
All I know, was he took them all there
Me and Tiger Lilly
Me And Tiger Lilly
Busted out of Barcelona riding on a train
Feeling nearly faded as her dress
Tiger Lilly ate some paella just before the rain
Farted all the way to Fi-guer-es
Well I took my old cassette from my dirty sack
Playin' slow while Lilly sang the blues
Stinky farts keeping time
Holding Lilly's spirit in mine
We finallly sang near every song that we knew
The Board's just another place to think about The Scene
The Board can cheer you up -- if you know what I mean
The internet is easy Lord, when there ain't no tour
The Board is good enough for me
Good enough for me and Tiger Lilly
With the kind, grateful folks; rapin' here is fun
Lilly shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me Lord in everything I done
Lilly's spirit kept me from the cold
Nowhere never on this Board, I'll let her slip her away
Looking for memories I hope we'll find
And I'll trade all my straight friends for a single head
To be sharing Lilly's spirit, oh so KIND
The Board's just another place to think about The Scene
The Board can cheer you up -- if you know what I mean
The Internet is easy Lord, when there ain't no tour
The Board is good enough for me
Good enough for me and Tiger Lilly
12 Daze of Christmas
The 12 Daze of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the second day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Third day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Fourth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Fifth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Sixth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Six hacks a sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Seventh day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Seven cheese-sandwiches a grilling
Six hacks a sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Eighth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Eight busses a-running
Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling
Six hacks a-sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Ninth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Nine tie-dyes dyeing
Eight busses a-running
Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling
Six hacks a-sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Tenth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Ten tapes playing
Nine tie-dyes dyeing
Eight busses a-running
Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling
Six hacks a-sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Elevnth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Eleven buds for smoking
Ten tapes playing
Nine tie-dyes dyeing
Eight busses a-running
Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling
Six hacks a-sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Twelfh day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Twelve heads smiling
Eleven buds for smoking
Ten tapes playing
Nine tie-dyes dyeing
Eight busses a-running
Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling
Six hacks a-sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
Gypsy Soul
Gypsy Soul
Twenty 7, Xmas eve, with the full moon over town
Gypsy Soul sang to Oroboros while wearing a big frown
Do ya know she sang to him what do you make of that
'Cause Oroboros is a slick guy who ain't even a bit fat
Oh joe, oh joe, tell me where is the bowl
You ate all the cereal that was bought for Gypsy Soul
Gypsy Soul is a mad woman, don't wanna eat no bread
Joe go buy more Trix, and fill up the bowl
deadicated, deadicated oh sweet deadicated D
How the hell can I stop him, when he's twice as fat as me
Well don't ask me Trix Are For Kids, I don't feel so fine
Not only that, another thing, I GOT NO LYME
Oh joe, deadic said, just give me one
You ate all her cereal now she's gonna see you hung
He waded to the market through Count Chocula's blood
Stepped up to Gypsy Soul in the aisle, said give me a bowl full, love
As Gypsy Soul lit a cigarette, she made some calls
Blew the smoke in his face, dragged him out by the balls
Oh joe, oh joe, we'll see you hang high
You ate all my cer-e-al and now I've got to DYE
She went a-walking down on Shakedown Street
Three piece band on the corner played M - A - R - Y - E
But we ate some different cereal, what cereal could it be
The cereal that woman ate was bought by Tiger Lilly
The cereal that woman ate was bought by Tiger Lilly
Dark Hal R
Dark Hal R
Hal R mashes
Burning peels into ashes
Tots of 'taters
Chives and sour creme but it misses
Butter lasting
Melts into crevices of illusion
Shall we try, you and I, potatoes from a can?
With the famine or windfall of harvest
Skin washers
Eating them will make you fatter
Arteries clogging
To cholosterol levels rising
Deadicated
Procedes into farts in my eye
Shall we try, you and I, potatoes from a can?
With the famine or windfall of harvest
Bruiser
Bruiser
If I saw a show for every post that I have drawn
I could tell tall tales all night feelin' very keen
Don't you count the posts baby cause that really blows
And you know I'm only running from the cold
All the shirts in my closet ain't got no collars
And I ride all over this great wide land
You can reach out and pick up a four leaf clover
But I'll always win a game against THE MAN
Last fair hustle in the country, sweet Susie
Last fair hustle in the town
Put your gold money where your game is baby
Before you let me leave this old town
Don't you count the posts baby cause that really blows
Well I know almost nothing that you won't ever know
Don't chew gum or a piece of hard toffee
Gonna play with some suit and make'm feel woe
Everybody's dragging but this cue is mine
I can tell the 8 or 9 ball by the way they shine
Pot the 9 ball on a clean hard break
Well I got no chance of losing this time
Well I got no chance of losing this time
iknowurider
> iknowurider
>
>
> iknowurider's, gonna put her fishnets on
> iknowurider's, gonna put her slit skirt on
> Gonna put on her garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> Saw her last night, Lord, you know she looks the best
> Chatted last night, Lord, she’s unlike all the rest
> My heart was thumping baby, she put my wedding vows to the test
>
> iknowurider, gonna put your fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> The walls of the ‘love shack’ are shakin' again today
> The windows of the ‘love shack’ are all shatterin' today
> Some lucky someones are really getting blown away
>
> iknowurider, has her fishnets on
> iknowurider, has her slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish I could see you try your garter belt on
> I wish I could see you try that slit skirt on
> I'd leave my old lady; and that ain’t no con
>
> iknowurider's, gonna put those fishnets on
> iknowurider's, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish we was on tour, not working on this farm
> I wish we was on tour, not working on this farm
> I’d get a tattoo of you, my baby, and put it on my arm
>
> iknowurider, gonna put your fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish you’d let me come in out from the rain
> I wish you’d let me come in from out the rain
> Cause right now, baby, my heart is in real pain
>
> iknowurider, gonna put those fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Cause in your “love shack” baby, I know what’s going on
>
> iknowurider says "I’m gonna put my fishnets on"
> iknowurider says "I’m gonna put my slit skirt on"
> "Gonna put on my garter belt, as soon as CC Joe stops drooling on
> on on ON ON ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
late at night
late at night, I woke up about 2 or 3am, with the iknowurider song in my head.
in semi darkness, I keep a flash light next to the futon, I wrote up these notes:
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peace.
peace.CC's Gone
CC's been drinking, out on a bingeNo reason why, but just on a whim
Now he is shitfaced, on a plane
Flying away, he's just insane
And now CC's gone
Now CC's gone, Lord he's gone
CC's gone
With an elbow bending, it's a binge in fact
CC's gone, gone, but someday he'll be back
CC's gone
A member of the club 'Mile High'
His old lady letting out a great big 'sigh'
Playing 9 ball, he can't lose
Nothing left to do but booze, booze, booze...
And now CC's gone
Now CC's gone, Lord he's gone
CC's gone
Going where the there is no rain at all
On a dry farm until fall
Dug one well, made a ditch
The muscles in his back are starting to bitch
Again,
CC's been drinking, out on a binge
No reason why, but just on a whim
Now he is shitfaced, on a plane
Flying away, he's just in-sane
And now CC's gone
Now CC's gone, Lord he's gone
CC's gone
Ooh, one day CC's gonna be back
Ooh, one day CC's gonna be back
Ooh, one day CC's gonna be back
thanks marye
thanks marye,
as time permits while transiting in an airport or in a big city, I'll check in here and there.
meanwhile...
love and peace.
Cosmic Badger
Cosmic Badger
Cosmic Badger what's up with you
You travel so far, that's what you do
To 'WhereverthefuckitisStan' you flew
Go on home, Mrs Badger's calling you
Cooking up a pot of badger stew
Light the fire -- put it under you
Out the window a Great Tit flew
Go on home, Mrs Badger's calling you
Now you have just one more chance
We all wanna see the Badger dance
Trippin out and in a trance
Poke my eyes, with a lance
Meeting you in an airport bar
Looking at the sky we see Dark Star
Drinking beers all during the day
My ears are clogged, 'what did you say?'
You said you're a badger or are you a skunk
Don't really know but there's a funk
Is it you or is it me?
Don't know, but CC's gotta pee
CC Joe, the cops are on to you
You are taking so damn long in the loo
What you got there in your hand?
What comes out is dry like sand
You're feeling that 'itch' aren't you?
Your old lady knows what you wanna do
Poor old CC, please don't feel blue
Turning her back she's just stalling you
Stalling you
Stalling you
Stalling you
Stalling you
Maybe later, she says with a sigh
Old CC is starting to cry
No worries, mate. She's joking with you
Get in bed, she says to you
Get in bed, she'll be kind to you
Get in bed, she'll be kind to you
Get in bed, she'll be kind to you
KIND TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CC-YOU ARE A TRIP!
CC-YOU ARE A TRIP! Have a safe one. Love your goofing w/ the lyrics.....xoxoo Gypsy Cowgirl
Hugs on the Way
for Grateful Mom, Gigi, on her birthday:
Hugs on the Way
Grateful Mom shakes
On the road her engine in flames
She feels no pain
Drunk as a skunk, the mechanic to blame
Poised for a fight, she hitch-hikes - ALL RIGHT!
Into the light
Unlike some
Mom can dance, Mom can shake, all in fun
Why are we lost?
I can pay, for the gas today, what is the cost?
To see Mom dance
Without Mom everyday, it's like a trance
I will say, day by day
Anyway, be who you be
Mom's special to me
She's dancing again, woooo weeeeeeeeeeee!
Hugs on the way
Well it's your happy, happy birthday today
Don't go away
'Cause we love you so much, I want to say
I will say, Happy b-day today!
Go your own way, Mom, we love you
One of a few
Without Mom in the scene we'll all feel blue
Hugs on the way
Happy Birthday Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aardvark
Aardvark barking in the middle of the darktake this broken brain and learn to think
all your life
you were only waiting for someone to mix a drink
Aardvark barking in the middle of the dark
take this sunken chest and learn to lift
all your life
you were only waiting for a way to catch the drift
Aardvark bark Aardvark bark
into the teeth of a passing shark
Aardvark bark Aardvark bark
into the teeth of a passing shark
Aardvark barking in the middle of the dark
take this broken brain and learn to think
all your life
you were only waiting for someone to mix a drink
you were only waiting for someone to mix a drink
you were only waiting for someone to mix a drink
Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
They're Gone
Snag me some floor seats, down at MSGCan't tell you how happy I'll be
Change to the shipping, hit quicksand
Steal those seats right outta my hand
And now they're gone
Now they're gone, Lord they're gone
They're gone
Like a miracled newbie, twirling in the lot
They're gone, gone, instead I ain't got squat
They're gone
Can't hold my anger even though I tried
Hot as a pistol and screaming inside
Can't even get roof seats, way up high
Nothing left to do but whine, whine, whine
When did getting Dead tickets get so strange
Toy web servers 'bout as useful as a cast iron range
Lost that round and the price wasn't anything
The knife in the back is what causes the pain
Same old
Hoping for floor seats, down at MSG
Can't tell you how happy I'd be
Like I told you, hit quicksand
Crashed those seats right outta my hand
Ooh, nothing's gonna bring them back
Ooh, nothing's gonna bring them back
Ooh, nothing's gonna bring them back
Oops, that would be my whaaaambulance just outside!
Remember, if you can't laugh at yourself, you've probably got no business laughing at anything.
Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
Have to be a Dead tune?
Wrote this one ages ago to Zappa's "Bobby Brown" tune
Hey there, people, I'm georgie B.
They say my brain's as big as a pea
My daddy's tough, our cash is shiny
I tell all the world they can kiss my heinie
Here I am at a famous school
I'm doin' my best
I'm nobody's fool
if I can't make it here, Daddy'll give lots of money
Oh God I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
An' I'm a rightous sonofabitch
Daddy bought me my jobs 'cuz we're filthy rich
Right-wing liberation
came creepin' all across the nation
I tell you people, it was real nice
that I found a great gal by the name of Rice
She tells me what I should do
as if it's all brand new
she has my brains in a vice, like she has a dick
come on Condi, help me out here like real quick
Oh God I am the American dream
I keep my nose so squeaky clean
an' I'm a stupid son of a bitch
am I the Prez. or a cowboy...I don't know which
So I went out and got me a bunch of guys
who are all so old, that they seem really wise
they said I should go after Saddam
so dad doesn't think I'm as soft as a madam
Eventually me and my friends
Had a real big mess in the end
We talk real big, like we’re the men of the hour
No one should question that we have the power
Oh God I am the American dream
hey you guys in New Orleans, I'm not REALLY mean
an' I’m a stupid son of a bitch
Oh God, oh God, I'm so fantastic
But Jeez Brother Dickie, your shootin’s spastic
And my name is Georgie B
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Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live.
Samuel Clemens
Cilantro Moon
Cilantro Moon
Organic Market in my town is boomin'
You'll find all condiments separated in factions
Got your chili sauce, your Heinz in an A-1 room
Salsa satisfaction
They got em packaged up for love when it's sunny
Tater tots, licking nuggets Playboy Bunnies
Pop one in your mouth, it's too hot for me
And roll a joint, gonna roll it in honey
Cilantro moon, spicy for all
I feel the heat, SHIT! I spilled it all
Cilantro moon, fill the jar
Beats eating Taco Bell in the car
With the flatuation, I want to cry
Veggie Nachos, bean burritos, oh my!
Breaking wind by and by...
oh, never mind...
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The Recycle Song -- Every Scrap is Sacred
The Recycle Song -- Every Scrap is Sacred
There are rappers in the world.
There are disco kids.
There are punks and then
There are those that follow MC Hammer but
I've never been one of them.
I'm a deadhead Recycler,
And have been since I was born,
And the one thing they say about deadheads is:
They'll accept you if you're warm.
You don't have to be a six-footer.
You don't have to have a great brain.
You don't have to have any clothes on.
You're A deadhead recycler the moment you came
Because
Every scrap is sacred.
Every can is great.
If a bottle is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
Every scrap is sacred.
Every egg shell is great.
If a re-usable item is wasted,
God gets quite irate.
Let the heathen spill theirs
On the dusty ground.
God shall make them pay for
Each bottle that can't be found.
Every bottle is wanted.
Every can is good.
Every effort is needed
In your neighbourhood.
jerks, fools, mooks,
Spill theirs just anywhere,
But God loves those who treat their
re-cycleables with more care.
Every egg shell is sacred.
Every piece is great.
If a scrap is wasted,...
...God gets quite irate.
Every scrap is sacred.
Every effort is good.
Every effort is needed...
...In your neighbourhood!
Every effort is useful.
Every effort is fine.
God needs everybody's efforts...
Let the wankers spill theirs
O'er mountain, hill, and plain.
God shall strike them down for
Each drop that's spilt in vain.
Every scrap is sacred.
Every can is good.
Every effort is needed
In your neighbourhood.
Every drop is sacred.
Every scrap is great.
If a bottle is wasted,
God gets quite iraaaaaate!
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(humble apologies to Michael Palin and Terry Jones, please forgive me, mates for taking unprecedented liberties on their masterpiece, Every Sperm is Sacred, Monty Python bit featured in The Meaning of Life)
peace.
iknowurider
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iknowurider (slightly updated version)
iknowurider's, gonna drink a cuppa tea
iknowurider's, gonna drink a hot cuppa tea
Gotta teabag with sugar, baby, please pour herbal for cc
Heard her last scream last night, Lord, you know her floor was a mess
Heard her last scream last night, Lord, you know her floor was a mess
Got that rider foot fetish, baby, I must confess
iknowurider said WHAT THE FUCK DID I STEP ON!!??!
iknowurider said WHAT THE FUCK DID I STEP ON!??!
Goshnab stubbed her toe, gonna keep limping on
Stepped in poo last night, Lord, you know she was pissed
Scrapped the doo doo off, Lord, being done dog down dissed
This ain't no crunch club baby, I just wanna get kissed
>
> iknowurider's, gonna put her fishnets on
> iknowurider's, gonna put her slit skirt on
> Gonna put on her garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> Saw her last night, Lord, you know she looks the best
> Chatted last night, Lord, she’s unlike all the rest
> My heart was thumping baby, she put my wedding vows to the test
>
> iknowurider, gonna put your fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> The walls of the ‘love shack’ are shakin' again today
> The windows of the ‘love shack’ are all shatterin' today
> Some lucky someones are really getting blown away
>
> iknowurider, has her fishnets on
> iknowurider, has her slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish I could see you try your garter belt on
> I wish I could see you try that slit skirt on
> I'd leave my old lady; and that ain’t no con
>
> iknowurider's, gonna put those fishnets on
> iknowurider's, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish we was on tour, not working on this farm
> I wish we was on tour, not working on this farm
> I’d get a tattoo of you, my baby, and put it on my arm
>
> iknowurider, gonna put your fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish you’d let me come in out from the rain
> I wish you’d let me come in from out the rain
> Cause right now, baby, my heart is in real pain
>
> iknowurider, gonna put those fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Cause in your “love shack” baby, I know what’s going on
>
> iknowurider says "I’m gonna put my fishnets on"
> iknowurider says "I’m gonna put my slit skirt on"
> "Gonna put on my garter belt, as soon as CC Joe stops drooling on
> on on ON ON ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
love&peace&peace&love
krs10
Krs10 BeGettingSome
As I was scrolling down this old thread
thinking bout nothing, just the Grateful Dead
she caught my attention, could only mutter 'my my'
t'was the swish and sway... twice krs10 never shy
never shy
She had Daisy Duke shorts riding up her bum
and in less than a minute I was about to c____
I need an infusion of of vitamin E
Wish I was kidding, but now I gotta pee
gotta pee
nothings really broken but nothing really works
never had no green babe like Captain Kirk
Mudd's Women were all a fantasy
krs10 is just as real as real can be
real as can be
well you gotta know that geezers like me
can only fantasize about what might be
with gals like krs, I had my share
now I'm just to old to really give a care
give a care
way too stubborn to admit anythings wrong
the pipes are broken it takes so darn long
with a viagra, things are looking up
well, what can I say... I just got schtupt
just got schtupt
had one, had three, had it with two
believe me if want-- if you really need to
never been a stranger with my own right hand
just a little titilation in the internet land
internet land
****
Now I gotta apologize to maryE
she knows that all I is is old cc
didn't want this song to get so perverse
least I frigging wrote it not with one curse
not one curse
love&peace&peace&love.
Sugar Smacknolias
http://www.evanevanevan.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/digemfrog.jpg
Sugar Smacknolias, headrush looming
Box is empty and I don't care
Saw my lady dig out the last piece
Knew she had fingers that dare
Sweet cereal crumbs under my pillow
We can have sugar highs wearing tye dyed
We can discover the lack of nutrition
Strolling with rushes with time to bide
**
Sugar Smacknolias
Pouring that milk in
Caught lighting up
Come on out smoking, I'll talk you into buying mine
No worries, I know where we can get some for free
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Smacknolia Daydream:
Smacknolias Daydream
(brummmm!)
Puring the milk in
(brummmm!)
Making them fart blows
(brummmm!)
Milk coming out my nose
(brummmm!)
Smoking doin' wheelies
Tides out, binging, I'll talk you into buying wine
Smacknolias Daydream
Smacknolias Daydream
Talking you into buying wine
(slow version, (brummmm! is the sound of the drum)
Victim of the Times
Hey CC:
I've been puzzling on a song parody and can't break the code... wondered if you might contribute some of your handiwork...
I hear a parody of Victim or the Crime in my ears, but only have this much:
Patience runs out on the funky
The label sucks another soul
Did they sleep to fame or earn it?
Listeners force-fed, will they burn it?
Whatever happened to our psychedelic rock n' roll????
When I turn on my stereo receiver
I think I'm gonna lose my mind
Don't get Gaga or Justin Bieber
Am I a Victim of the Times?
So I wrestle with this chord change
To see how many words I know
...
There is no choice cuz I like neither,
Is it the rhythm or the rhyme?
I'd almost prefer Saturday Night Fever
Am I a Victim of the Times?
looks great
looks frigging great to me, sugar.
keep going.
****
nature calls, can't take a breather!!
why do I pee all the time?
getting old or is it gonnorhea?
am I victim of some babe's slime?
ain't no more help on the way from cc neither
originality is YOURS Krs, I lack mine
maybe it's best to ask Bobby Weirder...
am I victim of the times?
****
yuk yuk yuk.
( -;
peace.
Toast on the Way
'Toast on the Way'
As you wait
Oh the crust is bursting in flames
my finger in pain
Like a fool I was sure, no fork!, it's a shame
Browned just right, jam spread out jumps like a kite
Srings up right, can't fit in the bun
Don't jam that bun
It can't fit like a bagel in heat, I sigh with defeat
What is the loss
there are crumbs on the floor, they will get tossed
Burn everything
Without toast day to day, we can't bing
I will play, day by day
Anyway, lox, bagel, honey
Grinning with glee
I burnt toast all morning though yearning to pee
Toast on the way
Well I know only this, I've got mine today
Don't go away
'Cause I spread what I spread and I like it that way
I will spread, one more day
Just instead, honey for you
Making it too...
Without toast on the plate breakfast's too few
( -;
love&peace.
For all us "casual" golfers
Bogeyland Blues
I can't find the fairway with driver
I always hit a slice
Have to hack it out from the right rough
One green in reg would be nice
I gotta get down, I gotta get down
gotta get down in under nine
If I leave one more ball in the water
I won't play here no more
Gave myself a lie in the short grass
But now I'm dropping four
I gotta get down, gotta get up and down
Or I can't putt here no more
Lots of golfers carding fives every hole
Keepin' 'em happy all the time
Some of the fellas making snowmen on all
And you can hear them cry
Who's your pro, buddy?
Who's your pro, now,
Can he fix this swing of mine?
Gotta get down to the practice tee
That's where I think I need to be
Hit my irons and wedges okay
But I'm always too far away
Lot of golfers got the bogeyland blues
Can't make par for losing
Lot of golfers got to walk the course
'Cause the cart fees are too huge
I don't know, buddy, I just don't know
If I'll make a par again
I don't know, buddy, I just don't know
If I'll make a par again
Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
The Songs Of Bob
In the simpsons episode "the italian bob" what is the name of the opera song bob sings at the end of episode